Once past the airlock, our drones found themselves in a corridor leading from the Spin Transfer system into presumably the main part of the station. I spent some time examining the corridor. There wasn’t much to see—low-level lighting illuminated the area, and I could see what appeared to be traditional elevator doors at the other end. Unless you were shaped like a Krell, there were only so many ways to design corridors and doors, so it wouldn’t have looked out of place in a human-based installation. Even the writing. Apparently, the need to label every damned thing was another universal. Although I couldn’t read any of it, I amused myself for a few moments by imagining Snark exhortations to not injure one’s limbs by sticking them in the crushy-grindy place, and other legally mandated warnings for idiots.