You press the red button and the car speeds
forward. Seconds later the car stops, the door au-
tomatically opens, and the two of you leap out.
 The factory is a vast cavern, more than a mile
long and a quarter of a mile high, carved by lasers
out of the black volcanic rock. You are standing at
the hub of a web of catwalks suspended high
above the factory floor. Below you, in every direc-
tion, are huge, powerful-looking machines.
 "I wonder what those things do, " you say.
 "I'm just as much at a loss as you are," Ling
admits. "What next?"
 Just then your eye catches sight of strange, puls-
ing glimmers of colored light far away on the other
side of the cavern.
 "Look!" Ling exclaims. She has seen the lights
too. "How lovely! They remind me of a garden in
spring. Or fireworks. Or-" A wide, blissful smile is
on her face. SHe looks like a little kid who has just
been given an ice-cream factory. Before you know
it, she's pulling you along the catwalk toward the
lights. "We must go to the lights. THey are so
beautiful."
 "Are you sure that's what you want to do?" you
ask. The lights are stunning. But something about
them makes you hesitate. They're a little too stun-
ning, you think.
 Ling never answers your question. SHe's let go
of your hand is is now running straight toward
the lights. And you know you can't let her go
alone.

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