The curious thing is that many of the passengers of the Gray Planet have all been transported several times...they are doing the Netherworld Tour just like Dante.  Some have moved from camp to camp without any rhyme or reason...while others were deliberately punished for some excessive demand, like requesting better food.  That is what I heard about several from the White Collar Planet mates who had previously organized a food boycott and were punished by being sent here...where it is worse.  So be careful what you wish for in this place...

Pardon me as my thoughts cascade out. This is truly a shock akin to you breaking the triangle of the billiard balls.  My thoughts are those balls scurrying to find a place on this gray felt and. In a reverse fashion to the game, not fall into the holes.

I am currently on the 5th Floor.  Supposedly the best floor with the Cadre inmates who have different (green) two piece outfits as opposed to the jumpsuits (khaki).  The room is still a Steel and concrete 2 story cocoon with 32 two man cells on the bottom floor connected by three 16 step gray steel staircases with mesh grating between the steps.  One set of stairs at the west side ( I assume due to my window facing north) and the other two mostly on the east.  The mid east staircase faces west and is next to the shower stalls on the 2nd floor which also contains 32 two man cells.  So 64 is the number and as the Aztecs and the Babylonian believed it is the perfect number...It is the perfect number parenthetically, it also crops up in vector based mathematics...of which I will write profusely later because it is my inspiration for the vector...or the living vector philosophy on mythology which I intend to develop on the Gray Planet.  Living vector...LIVE

As for living here...well the air conditioner is broken.  It figures that it will break on the hottest day and at the beginning of summer.  Normally, it is so cold...especially in winter that you need several sets of blankets and sometimes a double set of clothing to ward off the chill.  Excessive on both fronts.  At present, it is fetid and there is one 4 ft diameter fan moving air through the gray sub interior.

That interior is approximately 50' wide and 150' long supported by 10 four foot diameter round Concrete Pillars approximately 20 feet apart.   The space is an atrium type with the center about 30' wide and about 130' long.  There is a concrete ceiling with what must be steel end beams - 10 of them running perpendicular to the length of the floor.  In each section between each set of concrete pillars 10 of those running in the center and suspended by very thin steel u shaped bands is a 4' radius steel tube reminiscent of the large colon canal of a giant appendix, because it is capped at one end and it curves into the rest of the building on the other end above the entrance to the gray capsule...it truly looks alimentary... but it is the air duct for the fallen A/C...appendix has burst...no air. The asylum... The rest I leave to your imagination. The most amazing things are the planet Farm is run by the farm animals... The farmer is absent... And it’s great to get to know the menagerie. The first insight into the modus vivendi of the farm comes from “otter” call him industrious Otter works in the food provision area on the fifth floor and took the liberty to explain that you in some farms other industrious organisms have modern communication devices and run business us within the farm that pay their mortgages and their families lifestyles outside. The farm is an industry that apparently has stores and consumers on a grand scale. It is run with the farmer carefully and purposefully oblivious as long as the farm does not go up in smoke.

Is game night for the NBA playoffs Lakers versus the Celtics... big game, big deal... there is a buzz within the compound... however the recall at 10 PM which is the obligatory returned to the cells comes at an inconvenient time in the game... it is fourth-quarter the score is tight and the black bros contingent is furious that they have to go in. Bad karma... the new C.0 is an Italian woman was wrestling with control of the situation and doing badly... loud taunts ensue... commotion, threatens and finally a shake down of the main and loudest protagonists on the second floor.