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"Well then, second floor, here we come."
"You, my metallic friend, with your gift for the speech of my makers, are starting to grow upon me -- but tell me one thing -- who created you?"
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Without sound, the lift starts upwards at a comfortable velocity, quickly traversing the 40' to the next floor.
It stops gently and hovers.
You see a barren floor before you -- nothing remains on the walls, ceilings or floors besides the barest of building materials. Only a few partially remaining remnants of walls still stand, a fine dust covers the floor, and a variety of footprints can be seen, of all ages it would appear.
The floor is about the same size as the ground floor.