This way, Dr. Peterson, the man in the lab goat said, holding the doors open to let me inside the elevator.

The interior was lit up with a soft blue glow, and like everything else in the foundation headquarters, it was sleek and modern.

The elevator looked futuristic, like something stolen from a science fiction movie.

And I saw two thin metallic seats emerge from panels on the walls for us to rest on.

But I didn't sit down. It was my first day, after all. I wanted to make a good impression.

The elevator doors closed, and the box began to descend rapidly, much faster than expected.

Gone? Dr. Spencer asked, holding out a stick of trident.

You'll want some gum!

No thanks. He looked at me for a moment longer with the stick of gum held out for me to take. But I didn't.

Soon to your south, the box began to drop faster and faster, going down so quickly that my ears popped. Then they started to hurt.

Dr. Spencer was looking at me and shaking his head. The pain was enormous, and it felt like my eardrums were about to explode.

I felt my knees and agony screaming, clutching the sides of my skull. Told you to take some gum!

The doors opened, and my new boss stepped out, holding out his hand to show me the way forward.

I stood up shakily, but was still struggling to recover for several long moments.

Eventually, I managed to write myself and leave the elevator, following him through a vestibule which led to a pair of doors.

He pushed them open to reveal the largest and most futuristic looking warehouse I had ever seen.

From the catwalk where we stood, we had a bird's eye view of it all, overlooking rows and rows of cubicles and storage containers stretching off for miles into the distance.

It was like an underground city, so vast that the details of the furthest parts blurred and looked hazy as if seen through a fog.

But it was the uniqueness of each section that caught me off guard the most. There were thousands, if not millions of objects being stored there.

Each one was housed in a very specific way, like jail cells built for supervillains.

Some of the objects were the size of insects, while others were the size of elephants or even larger than that.

They weren't grouped by size, but by some other organizational method which wasn't immediately obvious to me.

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