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    ‘Looks like we shall have to try and find another connection to the corridor we want, but is it above us or below?’ Arki, the tall one asked.
    ‘Damned if I know. Perhaps we should go back up again, go along the corridor and try another lift.’ Brendon offered.
    ‘Good idea.’ replied Glyn, and they all wriggled round so that one of them could reach the control button, their equipment making a cacophony of clanks and rattles in the confined space of the lift, and up they went.
    The next lift was some way along the seemingly never ending maze of passageways in the Great Ship, and it was a disgruntled bunch of men who eventually piled into the box like space which had been designed for two in comfort, and three at a squeeze.
    ‘Let’s hope this one works correctly.’ said Glyn, thumbing the button a little more firmly than was necessary.
    The lift dropped to the required level as far as they could tell, and when they emerged into the lower corridor, the number sequence on the doors corresponded with those they’d seen on the ship’s map back in the equipment room.
    ‘We shall have to go back up that way,’ indicated Glyn, ‘until we come to an intersection, and then turn off to the left.’
    ‘No, to the right.’ Arki said, but with little certainty.
    ‘I’ve got a bit of paper here somewhere, let’s draw out the route you memorized from the wall map, and then we can put in the diversion we’ve just made.’ Brendon said, looking at Arki.
    Although they referred to it as paper, it was really a thin sheet of plastic material on which they could write, and then wipe off the writing in order to use the sheet again. Old names for commodities still stuck long after the materials from which they were made had been replaced with something else.
    Arki drew out the map, made the corrections for the diversion, and apologized for his mistake.
    ‘One day someone is going to get lost in this labyrinth.’ he added, still not happy that he had made a mistake which could have caused even more problems for the group.
    ‘Never happened yet, as far as I know.’ Glyn added, trying to add a note of cheer to the proceedings.
    They trudged on, coming at last to the door marked H223 and paused before it, putting down their equipment.
    ‘Better suit up, we can’t go in there without protection as there is a flashing red light on the door.’ Brendon commented, sourly.
    ‘How do you know that?’ asked Arki, still smarting from his mistake.
    ‘Don’t know really, must have heard it somewhere, anyway that light isn’t there just to make the door look pretty, it’s a warning.’
    They struggled into their protection suits, locked the head pieces into place and checked their radio communications units. All seemed well.
    ‘OK, let’s do it.’ said Glyn, who seemed to have assumed leadership by default.
    He pressed the pad to activate the door’s opening mechanism, and after a pause it obligingly slid to one side. The four of them crowded into the small space of the airlock, the outer door slid to and a green light came on to indicate that they could proceed into the problematic hydroponics chamber.
    The chamber was vast, stretching upwards into a mist shrouded ceiling which they assumed was there, but couldn’t see. A long wide walkway stretched off into the distance, each side of it shrouded in banks of deep green foliage, some of which had decayed and drooped downwards to block the centre path in places, a general mistiness hung in the air adding to the sense of gloom.
    ‘What are we supposed to do?’ asked Brendon, looking around nervously as if expecting something nasty to come out of the foliage at them. They put their equipment down and looked around at the vast green jungle.
    Glyn was just about to ask the same question when the ‘ping’ which heralded the voice of the Captain sounded, but with a strangely muffled sound to it.
    ‘Please look around you and tell what you see. The