A large part of the world is guessing what happened in a hotel room with a balcony on the third floor in the CasaSur. Extraterrestials meet multinationals. He brushed his hand over the rough ends of the carpet’s fibre – long enough and your body will send electricity through its veins, making your hair float upwards. The internet got cut off an hour ago, not much has been happening around here. Although the views are splendid (there are windows on 3 sides of the room, making it a somewhat floating aquarium on the top floor), there’s no snow as was promised, and it’s too early in the year for the bright red colours that decorate tourist shops all the way home. He’s spending his time wandering through the halls, trying out a different drink from the numerous vending machines in the lobby, inspecting (and deducting the reasons for) the different patterns adorning the floors...