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I was in an elevator. * * * * After perhaps four or five minutes the elevator stopped and the priest-King and I emerged. The priest-King rested back on the two posterior supporting appendages and with a small cleaning hook behind the third joint of one of his forelegs began to comb his antennae. "These are the tunnels of the priest-kings," it said. I looked about me and found myself on a high, railed platform, overlooking a vast circular artificial canyon, lined with bridges and terraces. In the depths of this canyon and on the terraces that mounted its sides were innumerable structures, largely geometrical solids—cones, cylinders, lofty cubes, domes, spheres and such—of various sizes, colors and illuminations, many of which even towered to the level of the platform where I stood, some of which soared even higher into the lofty reaches of the vast dome that arched over the canyon like a stone sky. I stood on the platform, my hands clenched on the railing, staggered by what I saw. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )