A thing called "Terminal"
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Terminal
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Jorge smiled knowingly as he passed , as he exited the elevator she entered. Her destination was apartment 2D, the flattest flat in the complex of Babel. An infinite number of floors intervened between ground and “second,” each flatter than the one before.
had made this ascension many times before, and each had been mercifully finite, since flatter floors take less time to pass. However, this time around would have to wait for eternity before she reached the terminal floor. The prankster Jorge had pulled a “Zeno”: before he got off he had pressed all of the buttons.