The little group gathered in the exact replica of their former Office. They touched the furniture, looked at each other, and finally they examined their own bodies. They found out that their hands passed through everything. They were not able to hold objects. If they tried to hug each other, they became part of each other or went through each other. Their most intimate and personal thoughts were becoming visible to the group. Nothing could be hidden anymore.
They soon discovered that they were confined to the Office. That fact surprised them because they had achieved "thinking-locomotion" and were able to be in any part of the room as soon as they thought of occupying a place. Sometimes, they concentrated their "group-thinking" on creating and opening doors or windows, but it didn’t work, and eventually they got terribly bored and unhappy being in that building.
Things began to happen when they stood near a certain Wall, which looked like a slab of solid fog. When they gathered near it, the slab would become transparent enough to allow them to view a small part of the outside world. They managed to pierce through that wall but soon found out that their Office stood alone in the middle of an immense Airport. Strange and enormous crafts landed noiselessly nearby. Interminable lines of people undulated towards a high tethering post where smaller crafts were held floating and ready to take off. The waiting lines were continually shortened into single dots that got snapped into the dark, and disappeared along a web of lightning bolts. They wished they could see more, but the Wall had an almost conscious way of thickening itself periodically, and blocking their view.
They tried listening through the wall and picked up some strange thoughts they couldn’t understand. What were the passengers describing, and how could anyone make sense of thought patterns ranging from soft and sad memories of many "Past-Lives-Reviews", whatever that meant, to a frantic search for an available womb...anywhere...
They also picked up some unflattering comments about their own building. Many passengers objected to having an Office "Construct" standing in the middle of what they called, a very busy "Triage-Station".
The group was growing too big for the Office. Too many friends dropped in and couldn’t leave, and these were followed by a crowd of total strangers. Though they were able to pass through each other, they all began to feel uncomfortably crowded, and communally expressed the wish to leave that Office.
The answer to their wish appeared instantly. An entire section of the "Fog-Wall" became a screen and they read the first message:
After pondering communally on that statement, they realized that they were dead and yet...if this were death...had they ever understood Life?
The rest of the show was humorous. Their Office became a large Garment Factory. Workers were cutting cloth, assembling pieces of material, and sewing them into dresses and men's suits at a frantic pace. Other workers were loading these clothes on pushcarts. Large airships were seen floating in the distance. Behind the Factory, trucks dumped mountains of old clothes to be shredded and recycled in enormous blue bins.
What attracted their attention was something that looked like an enormous red freezer in the middle of the blue bins. Someone had posted warning signs in front of that freezer: