CETA reached out for the opening mechanism and touched it, there was an affirmative beeping sound and...
...the dronebody was gone.
The door was gone.
The drones till stood there as dumbfounded as ever, waiting for new orders.
The ships internal sensors picked up neither of these events, nor was there any door on the feed.
Just CETAs´ dronebody touching a wall and then abruptly disappearing without traces or indicators as to why.
...whilst his dronebody seems to have disconnected from the network.
The mainframe CETA internally frowned.
...what just happened?
The dronebody of CETA experienced something...rather different.
As he touched the door it opened and he almost 'transitioned' through it, a brief moment of blackness enveloping him, almost too short to pick up even with his sensory equipment, when he passed the doorstep...
CETA looked around, curious, ahead of him was a seemingly endless corridor, old wooden doors to the left and right, walls with a wooden casing, old primitive lamps lighting the ceiling...
He turned around.
The door was gone.
...was it ever there to begin with?
It was only now that he noticed that he had disconnected from his mainframe, he was not recieving any data anymore from it, nor did he seem to be able to reconnect, or even locate it.
Yet he seemed still perfectly operational.
As he turned around he saw that behind him was the same endless corridor, looking the same as the one that was formerly ahead of him, or was it the same one?
As he looked around his eyes briefly wandered to the wooden flooring to an object primitive civilizations had labeled a 'book', it was simple, relatively thin, with a leather casing, on it´s surface was written 'The Manual' in letters the Ever Children were using.
As he touched the panel he had a somewhat weird feeling, yet he walked through the opening door almost automatically, there was a brief moment of blackness when he passed the doorstep...
Now this was not what a terran spaceship should look like.
Ahead of him was a seemingly endless corridor, old wooden doors to the left and right, walls with a wooden casing, old primitive lamps lighting the ceiling...
As he turned around he noticed two things, first off, the door which he had come through, didn´t seem to exist anymore, secondly, behind him was the same corridor as ahead of him.
What was the meaning of this?
As he looked around his eyes wandered to the wooden floor where an object lied the terrans had called a 'book', if he remembered correctly, it was simple, relatively thin with a leather casing, on it´s surface was written 'The Manual' in Protoss letters.
The control panel of the door gave of a satisfied beeping when he activated the door controls.
The door seemed to open and then there was a moment of transition when he almost automatically passed through the door.
When he passed the doorstep there was a brief moment of blackness... now he was standing in a corridor.
The corridor was stretching seemingly endlessly and had old wooden doors on both wood cased walls, lamps hanging from the ceiling, lighting up the corridor...
When he looked around he noticed that the corridor seemed to stretch behind him also seemingly endlessly...
The door through which he had entered, was gone.
He looked around until his eye eventually found a small book with leather casing on the floor, on it´s nevelope written 'The Manual' in his native language.
The door seemed to have no windows nor any other opening, just like a typical 'private quarters' door, so there was only one way to get an idea of what lied behind...
As he touched the door controls the curious door opened, there was a moment of transition where he, despite originally intending to only take a peek, walked through the door in an almost automated manner, during which his warning system seemed to blare something into his head which he coulnd´t quite catch...
There was a moment of blackness when he passed the doorstep and then...
Kar'Guraad looked around.
This wasn´t the spaceship, at least not his.
As he looked around he saw a wooden corridor with old wooden doors on both sides, old, primitive lamps throwing light off the ceiling, the corridor seemed to go on infinitely in both directions...
More worrying was what he didn´t find: The door through which he had entered.
As he continued to look around he eventually found a small object lying on the floor, something which was in by this point almost 'ancient times' used to store information, which was later replaced by digital data storages, it was called a 'book' if his memory didn´t fail him.
Oddly enough there were Lionoid letters written on the leather casing, stating simply 'The Manual'.
There were plenty of Cults and religions who refered to the 'eye' as an symbol of their 'omniscient' god, most of which are just the result of a powerhungry leader or mindless zealots or madmen and a race of spacefaring beasts often had the symbol of the 'eye' refered to them, amongst others, however, according to his memory none of these seemed to have used this sign specifically.
As he activated his sensors he just found out the same thing as he did when looking around the door manually, behind it was just more of the same void, from what his sensors could tell it was just an old wooden door floating amidst rather literal nothingness.
As he reached for the doorhandle and touched it he still had a somewhat weird feeling...
Though the door opened without any issues, and despite the fact that behind it was once more nothing else than the void he was already in, he went through almost automatically, there was a brief moment of transition and one of blackness which he only passively registered...
Then he suddenly dropped to the ground.
He looked around him, there were wooden walls, with old wooden doors embedded into them, the ceiling and by extension the corridor seemed to be lighted up by old electric lamps...
He stood up and turned around, just to see the same thing again, corridor, doors, lamps, stretching into infinity.
Whilst he looked around his head lowered, finding a small leather cased book on the ground, reading 'The Manual' on the outside, in his native language even.
As he opened the door, he felt a brief moment of ....'transition' as if he was walking through it automatically.
Then there was another brief moment, this time of blackness, when he passed over the doorstep.
When he looked around the next moment, he was standing in a long corridor, so long in fact it seemed to go on infinitely.
Yet it differed from the ones he knew in anotehr aspect, namely in that they weren´t of any synthetic materials or metal, but rather cased with wood, old, darkened wooden doors lining the walls to both sides...
He turned around to find nothing but another endless corridor, light shining down from the ceiling, originating from primitive electric lamps...
'Where was the door through which he had entered?'
He looked around some more, still holding the shotgun, eventually finding that there was a leather-cased book lying on the floor, labeled 'The Manual' in Musavian letters...
When he opened the door he felt...weird.
He didn´t look around when walked through the door as if automated, there was a brief moment of transition and then blackness when he passed the doorstep...
He looked around, his pitchfork still in hands.
Ahead of him was along wooden corridor, longer than any field and any magrail he had ever seen, it´s depths disappearing in darkness despite the electric lamps which were hanging from the ceiling and lighting the corridor up...
Embedded in the walls was a seemingly infinite number of dark, wooden doors, repeating along the wall as far as he could see.
This certainly wasn´t his tool hut, time to leave this place again and head home.
He turned around and all he found was yet another corridor stretching as far as he could see, no sign of the door through which he had entered.
As he looked around his eyes eventually met with a small book which was lying on the ground, the letters on the leather casing spelling 'The Manual' in his native language.
What did he get himself into here?
The door opened with the typical sound of a door opening in the facility and Echo III wandered through, almost mindlessly.
There was a brief moment that felt like a transition then it´s sensory equipment seemed to have an extremely short blackout...
The Echolocation activated again and suddenly everything around Echo III was registered as 'anomalous terrain' or more specifically, unknown terrain.
The sensory array emitted several rows of low pitched clicks for a few minutes before Echo III had a grasp of it´s surroundings.
There was no door behind it.
Just a endless corridor that seemed to go as far as it´s echolocation could reach and then just faded out into the unknown, the same was true for the area infront of it.
The floor and the walls seemed to be made of a material softer than the facility walls and flooring it came from.
There were small, thin-hulled orbs hanging from the ceiling on what could be a cable.
Embedded into the walls of the seemingly endless corridor were doors of a similar material to that of the walls and the floor, notably all in a perfectly accurate periodic distance to each other.
...and then there was one last thing, on the floor below it lied a small object of a soft material, every time Echo IIIs´ sensors clicked it seemed to throw back the words 'The Manual' in it´s own programmed language.
Was this still the facility?
As William Hawkins turned the doorknob and pushed the door opened smoothly, too smoothly.
Yet, despite that, he felt that he was walking through as if remote controlled, there was a feeling of transition and then a moment of blackness when he passed the doorstep and...
...he looked around.
Ahead of him was a corridor going on seemingly endlessly into the distance, the walls were cased with wood and both walls were lined with wooden doors in equal intervals, the doors were made of a darkened wood, looking like the one the door he entered through was made of...
Something felt off, even more so than the corridor.
It wasn´t cold anymore.
He turned around and found the door which he entered through was gone, behidn was just the same corridor with doors and lamps stretching into the metaphorical, or maybe even literal infinity.
He stared for a brief moment.
Then he continued to look around, after a few moments hsi search was rewarded with the finding of a small book which was currently lieing on the floor, it was encased in simple brown leather and on it´s envelope was written 'The Manual' in human letters...