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It was an elevator door alright, with the compulsory up and down buttons to call the cabin and against all odds it was already on this very floor. She pressed the up button and the door slid open just like any other elevator door she’d ever encountered. It was built for 10 people or so though there was no sign saying so. The control panel was pretty standard, right size, right hight, stainless steel. No numbers though. Only protruding dots that looked like braille. But Dunya couldn’t read braille so she couldn’t tell if the dots responded to any human braille alphabet. It looked pretty much like standard braille to her though. There were 12 buttons all in all and she pressed the top one. Somehow the acceleration, speed and noise were so unspectacular, so common, so earthly, it felt strange. Was there one company who held a monopoly on elevators all over the known universe, even on space ships so that the only variation was a closed or glassed cabin? The elevator ride had given Dunya such a sense of ordinariness , she felt almost bored when she reached the top and the door slid open. A bold space adventurer just a few minutes ago, but suddenly an underpaid clerk on her way to the late shift or a bored housewife going underwear shopping at the local department store.
She stepped out onto a man sized corridor, that had a Kafkaesque feel to it. Dunya despised people who described every ever so slightly surreal or grotesque situation as Kafkaesque. Wake up in a strange spaceship along with severe memory loss, rush for the industrial shower cabin because a mechanical voice tells you about arriving at Wolf City Wyoming Space Port, then take the elevator form the futuristic cargo bay and find yourself in a narrow corridor with many doors and something that looks like a discarded printer at the end of the hallway and you might call the situation Kafkaesque, but not anything less. She tried a few doors but they were all locked and there was no mechanism to open them. She made sure she remembered every turn so she wouldn’t get lost and would be able to make her way back to the elevator, as she got the feeling that this was pretty much the attic of the ship where all the unwanted stuff was stored. According to old maze defying tradition she took only right turns and soon enough found herself back at the elevator she stepped out of, a little while ago. Maybe the penultimate floor was more glamorous. She pressed the only button there was.

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It was an elevator door alright, with the compulsory up and down buttons to call the cabin and against all odds it was already on this very floor. She pressed the up button and the door slid open just like any other elevator door she’d ever encountered. It was built for 10 people or so though there was no sign saying so. The control panel was pretty standard, right size, right hight, stainless steel. No numbers though. Only protruding dots that looked like braille. But Dunya couldn’t read braille so she couldn’t tell if the dots responded to any human braille alphabet. It looked pretty much like standard braille to her though. There were 12 buttons all in all and she pressed the top one. Somehow the acceleration, speed and noise were so unspectacular, so common, so earthly, it felt strange. Was there one company who held a monopoly on elevators all over the known universe, even on space ships so that the only variation was a closed or glassed cabin? The elevator ride had given Dunya such a sense of ordinariness , she felt almost bored when she reached the top and the door slid open. A bold space adventurer just a few minutes ago, but suddenly an underpaid clerk on her way to the late shift or a bored housewife going underwear shopping at the local department store.
She stepped out onto a man sized corridor, that had a Kafkaesque feel to it. Dunya despised people who described every ever so slightly surreal or grotesque situation as Kafkaesque. Wake up in a strange spaceship along with severe memory loss, rush for the industrial shower cabin because a mechanical voice tells you about arriving at Wolf City Wyoming Space Port, then take the elevator form the futuristic cargo bay and find yourself in a narrow corridor with many doors and something that looks like a discarded printer at the end of the hallway and you might call the situation Kafkaesque, but not anything less. She tried a few doors but they were all locked and there was no mechanism to open them. She made sure she remembered every turn so she wouldn’t get lost and would be able to make her way back to the elevator, as she got the feeling that this was pretty much the attic of the ship where all the unwanted stuff was stored. According to old maze defying tradition she took only right turns and soon enough found herself back at the elevator she stepped out of, a little while ago. Maybe the penultimate floor was more glamorous. She pressed the only button there was.