"Feel anything yet, Ollie?" said Marsha Johnson. No doubt why she came along. Just an ugly old maid liking the idea of being cooped up with five men.
"Nothing yet," said Brunei.
He looked around the room. Plain steel walls, lined with cabinets full of Omnidrene on two sides, viewscreen on the ceiling, bare floor, the other two walls decked out like an automat. Plain, gray steel walls....
Then why were the gray steel walls turning pink?
"Oh, oh ..." said Joby Krail, rolling her pretty blond head, "oh, oh ... here it comes. The walls are dancing...."
"The ceiling is a spiral," muttered Vera, "a winding red spiral."
"O.K., fellow inmates," said Brunei, "it's hitting." Now the walls were red, bright fire-engine red, and they were melting. No, not melting, but evaporating....
"Like crystal it is," said Lin Pey, waving his delicate oriental hands, "like jade as transparent as crystal."
"There is a camel in the circle," said Lazar, "a brown camel."
"Let's all try and see the camel together," said Vera Galindez sharply. "Tell us what it looks like, Lazar."