It's poetry in motion...

Tomorrow is a day of fun. Tomorrow, I get to journey to the other side of Tokyo. Transported by a fiendish network of tubes, electrical wires and rails (the train system), I will be delivered to the lab. There countless experiments shall take place all to ensure that my company's evil creation is complete: the network.

Actually, it is a training session in the company network development lab. They are introducing a new service that my department will be on the frontline for. I haven't been to the lab before, so I am looking forward to it. I envision this to be a high tech place choking with wires, strange blinking lights, and tubes with bubbling fluids. Screens will hang from metal racks as seemingly random code dances on their green and black screens. The staff will be wearing white coats with various tools and notes sticking from their many pockets. Eyewear will be accented with microscope lenses and small bright lights. The lab will be dark and hard to see beyond your own shadow, but yet blinding with diagnostic lights that blockade you in at every turn. Anti-static shoes will soften footsteps over the tentacle like spray of wires that hide the long forgotten floor. Between the beeps, hums, and mechanical whirring, the muttering of scientists, troubled with calculations beyond mortal's counting numbers, brings a subtle consciousness to the whole machine: the organism that swallows you into its deep swirling, contemplating mind. ...It will probably be just a bunch or routers on a table. pfft.

All my tubes and wires and careful notes! And antiquated notions, but! - it's poetry in motion.