You grew up in a capsule like these–playing, learning.
Now, all these years later, you’ve come back.
Each capsule was a cozy, safe space for a child and once a child had chosen a capsule, it became their place, their refuge, and the door would iris open at only their touch. Some years later, when a certain combination of age and infrequency of visits was eventually reached, the door would ignore their touch. Until then, though, they could climb the ladder (which was just a series of bars welded to one of the leg-struts) and curl up here for a day, a night, a week.
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