Titanium walls, floors, and ceilings polished to a low shine echoed every footstep through the entryway of the Vicio. Every two feet of patterned ridges on the floor ended with another two feet of grating, beating a thunk, thunk, plunk, plunk under our feet. Lights hung from double cords above every other solid square of metal. At each change in the flooring, a thick metal strip dotted with bolts arced up the curved walls. When I stepped over the grating, a faint light glowed beneath ...