The digital market
Past the automatic sliding glass doors, the roof of the almost endless hall stretched high into the skies that it would probably take at most four giants seated upon one another's shoulders to reach it.
People strode in and out of the digital market. Ad bots zoomed across the air while showcasing the beauty of stores on their screens.
"Hey! That's the Archive?" Emmet exclaimed like a three year old who had just been gifted his very first cookie. From where he walked, he had spotted five ad bots carrying out ads on the Devil's Archive just as it had all been designed back at the advertisements board.
There were several spots occupied by numerous stores that sold digital products. The whole area was a breathing space for science in itself.
Without much stress, Emmet was able to locate a store that sold Palets in no time. It was like a small house on its own.