The Butler picks up the small device, peering at its flicker and its outer casing. He thinks he could turn up the sound, but hesitates at the administrator's request.

Without cameras there's no real way to notice many of the distressing aspects of their current state. "If you wish, sir," he agrees, though he suspects there is no part of the description that will come as good news. "This room measures perhaps five feet long and is almost too narrow to stand up in. The only illumination is a small hand-light clipped to the clothing provided by whoever brought us here." He notices a patch on the clothing that hadn't seemed important before. "There is also a logo on the jumpsuit that says Reverie Terminal."

He directs that light at the walls for a moment's study. "There are ridges on the wall, but not shelves...thus far nothing seems to indicate a door."

And then there are the present contents of the room. "The two central processing units which run a Butler's distributed process are stacked beside each other in one corner. A small computer with a yellow screen is in the other. This does not appear to be plugged into anything."

It's no surprise that the facility administrator finds his hardware unresponsive when any such hardware is either back in the facility or otherwise removed.