Burnham Woods, an expostition.

Burnham Woods, the security guard hastened toward a light in the wilderness, in the dead of night, the rigorous obsolescence of the spirit.....

a light in the wilderness...

we aRE frOm thE fuTure

plaNeT gLoBetroTTeR

it was subliminal ASCII code or something, the mind/machine connection and all that, men paired to their own devices, indeed, left, in the future, to their own devices.  

Such devilment was inevitable, perhaps, that men behave like men, no matter the circumstances, and any other floorshow was just something to amuse the visitors at set times of the afternoon and evening.

In its own dull and impersonal way, "there was interaction", and these were not civilians, of course, but entitled hired men.  Hands.