*On the other side of the Nexus door is a strange and ancient building. Doors to five hundred whens and wheres stud the walls, complete with travel agency-style posters. The broken remains of robots older than civilizations are scattered around, along with dessicated corpses and skeletons that would turn to dust if you touched them.

*Mordred smiles.* Welcome to my birthplace. I could show ya the beds where my mothers lay, iffen ya liked. Probably best we not, mind--but it would be good ta go ta the security station. Best ta check that we're really alone.

*He heads dauntlessly in the right direction, following a favorite memory to the room he seeks.*