Description still a work in progress.
What was once a military nuclear arms assembly facility has been re-purposed for equally as sinister ambitions. Located in the middle of nowhere, New Mexico, appearing to be just a small and uninteresting if not rickety house. Even peering through the windows, it has matching shabby, aged furniture. All this leads to thinking it's an undignified and uninteresting little residence - and that's the point of such a nondescript surface level. Follow the several floors' worth of steps straight down and you will find not a basement but an ominous hall, the end of which is an elevator. Surely whatever lay further ahead was meant to be hidden far away from the world, some great asset or insidious secret.
The elevator has only two buttons - up and down. When it arrives at whatever "down" is and the doors slide open, it becomes obvious how inescapably deep underground you are. The air feels uncomfortably stale and clammy. From here, one can go left, straight, or right. This long, vacuous chamber alone is but the tip of the iceberg regarding how huge this underground complex is. The left ultimately leads to a now disused, miles-long winding passage that at one time was used as an exit point for large objects. Straight ahead from the elevator is a nondescript door that leads to the old barracks, now disused. Lining either side of this bleak hall are at least three dozen rooms with at least three bed frames per room. At the very end of the hall, there is a fork: one way goes to a community washroom/locker room and the other to a mess hall/kitchen. This wing is now entirely unused and it shows. To the right of the elevator and through an undecorated door is where all the action is.
This area, the facility proper, is an unsettling mix of old and new, decrepit and still relevant. It has a somewhat confusing layout with no clear organization - probably a result of re-purposing everything from a bomb assembly plant to a laboratory. But in contrast to the raw-carved cavern of the previous room, almost all of the facility proper is well climate controlled. Once past those doors and down another ominous hall, you arrive in a crude, unimpressive crossroads of sorts. Back in the day this was a busy intersection, ferrying materials and partially construction arms from room to room. But now it is no more than a fork in the road.
Forging straight ahead through another unused room, you will eventually be dumped into a massive warehouse that is [adequately lit and] roughly divided into zones by clusters of tables and specialized equipment. There are several stations revolving around body-bearing surfaces: autopsy tables, surgical tables, and gurneys. A few of the 'zones' are partially separated from the rest of the space by glass panes. To one corner of the warehouse-lab is a clearing just enough to provide a two meter clearance on all sides for a large, open-topped cylindrical tank of roughly ten thousand gallons. There is a ladder and a small deck, like one would see at a backyard pool, allowing one to freely get in and out of it. Within the vicinity of the tank are a few folding tables, with many snacks, canned beverages, a mega-pack of crayons, and several stacks of coloring books. There are four plush rolling-chairs, with one looking more used than the others. Along the shorter wall, within perfect sight of the tank, is a large window looking into an adjoining room. This room looks like a mortuary, with additional stations and equipment more suited for an operating room to one side. Along the same wall as the window are two doors. One leads down a dank corridor to a prison specimen-holding area with a dozen cells, though a few of them are used as storage for things other than specimens. As with prison accommodations, each cell contains only a cot, a sink, and a toilet. The other door, as visible from the tank, leads down another claustrophically narrow and creepily long hall to a contrastively hospitable wing of the facility.
This area has been completely re-purposed into an apartment-like living space. It is made for one with the tiniest kitchen space, but from the lack of basic ingredients it's clear not much cooking is done, anyway. There is no bedroom, but the couch is long enough for two people. The bathroom is accordingly small and cramped, mostly because a significant portion of it is occupied by a bathtub-shower combo. There is only one closet in the whole living area, where clothes are stored.
Back on the surface, in the old house on the surface level two guards are present. One watches the activities in and around the facility through the countless cameras set up throughout it, while the other patrols, checks on their live-in doctor Frankenstein, or just hangs out. Nothing interesting really happens in the area. Their secondary purpose in being there is to receive and deliver supplies down below, and to dispose of any "waste" the facility may produce. Every so often military or government figures will come to personally deliver new work, pick up finished assignments, or attempt a conference with the man in their custody.
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