Carla’s perspective suddenly did a flip-flop. Now they were inside what looked like a reception area. Walls, floor, and ceiling were made of chrome. Behind a desk made of a slab of frosted glass, a robotic head hung in mid-air. Its eyes were whirling kaleidoscopes, its mouth a dark oval. Words scrolled across the front of the desk: YOU HAVE ENTERED THE MITSUHAMA COMPUTER TECHNOLOGIES SYSTEM. PLEASE ENTER IDENTIFICATION CODE.