Nexus, gray, stairway, forest, hatch
You're inside The Mind Electric, a brainsurfer bar that offers a wide variety of designer psychoactives. It's just a single long, boxy room, and one that's seen a lot of hard use, but in keeping with the nature of the place, the decor is at once extravagant and bizarre. The walls are gigantic video screens dancing with the most garish, hallucinogenic image soup imaginable; abstract patterns of glowing primary color, pop icons, nuclear tests, atrocity stills, ancient b&w film, in one surreal jump-cut after the next, forming a gigantic, ever-changing mural filtered by occasional bands of static and color distortion. To accentuate the effect, all the tables are lucite disks, filmed with scratches and rimmed by neon that shifts through every color of the rainbow, and the chairs are plastic bags of gel lit from within by similarly ever-changing light sources. The video screens and lit furniture are the only illumination. There's a bar at one end of the room, a slab of scarred obsidian outlined in neon with a fabricator and a menu interface, but no bartender. Whatever you want can be had, but you'll have to get it yourself. As sonic icing for this disorienting visual surround, the audio system pumps out a wall of distorted bleepy-thumpy techno- industrial beats, the bass so deep that you can feel it resonating through the dirty antiskid plastic of the floor.