A rush of fresh air whips the dust up into swirls that choke as the seal is breached for the first time in many days.
Notum-enriched spiders have done brilliant work making the once frequented meeting place seem like an ancient tomb - with glowing strands of notum webbing swept over the scientific apparatus.
Data pads still flicker on the central table as their power cells cling on to the last joules of life. Articles such as level 200 PvP techniques and some ancient report of a rebalance, barely illuminating the hall with a faint green light.
Its easy to imagine how this was once a place of discourse and learning in its day, however the din of conversation has left to be replaced with the echoes of your foot falls through countless chambers.
As you progress - you realise your initial conclusion that some calamity must have lead to the desertion of this place might be false. There is no signs of struggle or damage, no corpses and nothing left unfinished.
As you peruse its history at a terminal, you realise this repository of knowledge here is practically absolute - there isn't a topic or field of science left un-researched.
And then you find it! The reason you came, the question you had - an article exists in the datastream which answers your query completely.
Lucky thing too! As there didn't appear to be anyone to ask...
As you make your way back out of the facility, holding the datachip containing your answer firmly in your grip - you take time to pause and reflect in the central chamber.
Suddenly it becomes clear that the fate of any laboratory when science concludes and there are no more questions - is to become a library, infrequently and briefly visited by novice knowledge seekers and perhaps the odd nostalgic elder.
You consider staying and trying to meet the next person to come this way, but its dark, lonely and the gleaming metals and luminous liquids of the scientific machines around you give the air a cold chill.
So you leave.
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