s1,4



An empty elevator comes to life, obliterating what history of
SILENCE it contained in moments previous.

s1,6


Engage.  A low hum accompanies upward motion -- wheels
turning, cables straining, belts rolling out to be gathered up
elsewhere.

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1...2...3...all the way to the 7th floor.  LEDs announce although
there is no one to see them.

s1,11


DING! The elevator door SLIDES OPEN, revealing a disgruntled
face, eyes rolled upward, face slack.   Meet M.  M for Middle
Manager, M for "Meat Puppet," M for MURMUR -- an
INTESTINAL GRATING that now fills up the elevator.

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TAP-TAP-TAP,
a thrice-jammed finger attempts to coerce the elevator to a new
destination: the first floor.

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