The panes were of different sizes and colours, each labelled in the top left-hand corner with an abstract symbol. She noticed that, faint as a bleached picture, each was also etched with a pair of human lips. The temptation was to touch one.She touched one. Nothing.She kissed one.‘Headmerger welcomes you to its country,’ said a voice.Subadwan understood. The mask was a headmerger, a device so sophisticated it represented a pyuter landscape: but which?Before her, the glass pane bubbled and billowed. As it enlarged, the others faded away. Subadwan was not frightened, however, for she knew that this Archive pyuter would do her no harm.The pane was a notepad. Each pane must be devoted to a different topic, this one apparently covering the keeping of order amongst the door-warden ranks. A short summary of points was spoken by the lips, with accompanying diagrams and portraits flowing like electronic ponds across the glass surface. This pane would be useful. Here the shortcomings and strengths of Archive staff were noted.
