Wednesday

Underground parking garages are another world

In artificial lighting and stale air four-wheel drones zip in and out of a forest of concrete pillars and squat metal structures. Human activity is cut to a minimum. They zip forth from metal conveyances to exits and back. It's not a human's world down here in the harsh fluorescent light.
Back and forth these drones go ever searching for yellow lines boxing in an empty expanse of grey concrete. Oversized vehicles squish in to undersized squares in a competition to see who can stop the fastest.
Keen eyes gaze from inside vehicles searching, always searching. Minutes tick by as the same vehicles pass the same vehicles. 
The world is squished to two dimensions, hemmed in by concrete over and under. Sandwiching between it these ever wandering beasts of metal. There's no mind down here just ever present vigilance for that one open spot, the space between yellow lines.
And then one of the sleeping beasts awakes. Eyes light up and the world is put on pause as the beast begins it's preparations to leave the space. 
Once all is secure it moves out while another squeezes into the space and a third try to sneak past on it's a unfulfilled quest and a forth goes away with shattered expectations.
Then out of the depths of the metal beast people get out and scurry toward the lights past slow moving metal objects.

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