You captchalogue your computer and the sbUSB drive that appeared out of the LOTUS. You pick another machine to observe, and it just so happens to be this one. You wonder what this machine is. It seems to have a dial pointed to the option A1. You wonder if your mother used this machine when she was down here exploring it for the first time.
You watch the platform as it pulsates. The associated screen, cracked with age, still functional. The buttons, you suspect, even more functional. All parts in still working order, if only there was an order for them to be working on...