Psychoanalytical Building(#1817RLJ) The ground floor you're on right now is circular, surrounded on all sides by open labs with curved glass windows with rounded corners, surrounded by Upwarp's ubiquitous milky white plastic backlit in icy blue. The floor itself radiates mirror and glass, the latter backlit with warm orange. It's warmest near the center, where a massive spire of knotted pipes and instruments revolves. Displays hang from it like fruits on a tree, and upon the screens are stoic scientists reciting their theses to the dozen or so passers by watching them. In a ring of floating letters around the center installation is the uncreative but efficient name PSYCHOANALYTICAL BUILDING. The golden light of the sunset trickles down from a skylight hundreds of storeys above down the hollow atrium, reflecting off the nanoclouds that would otherwise be completely invisible. Red airport benches ring the outside of the lobby, and half a dozen milky-translucent and chrome [androids] stand at the ready, with more coming and going at a steady pace. Automatic sliding glass doors lead back <out>.