La Curiosité Mène au Mystère

DATELINE: The Fantasy Affaire, Stratum X-XI — A major happening back in the day that Technos flocked to, thanks to strings pulled by one Mr Burr to provide lodging — gratis — at the Omniplex.
  Included in the Affaire was the Omniplex Cavort — a variety of activities featuring a Technicot Rally, a Super 8 contest, and Dr Acula holding court before cosplaying vampiresses & Schutzstaffel, furley juniors, and garden-variety fanboys.
  But downtime between sessions brings mischievous curiosity to the Technos, who wandered about from the Omniplex to the adjacent Global Congress Centre.
  The Centre’s concourses stood uninhabited in their own vast, geometric silence. The fellows wandered the empty ballrooms and exhibition halls, admiring the carpeted expanses below and latticed steel above.
  The Technos passed through a well-lit atrium into a dimmer narthex leading up to several double doors — all slightly ajar. Slowly pushing one door aside they made their way into what looked like a spacious, empty auditorium. Dim recesses made the room appear cavernous while pinpoint gold lighting cast down from directly above onto mauve and amber carpeting.
  Forward they slowly walked up the low-sloping terraced flooring to a sparsely lit dais at the head of the giant hall. Chairs had been casually pushed about and serving tables stood askew with trays of half-eaten food.
  The Technos were baffled. Obviously a catered event — for hundreds, perhaps. But not a soul in the entire complex. Not even a sign of security personnel, which explained the Technos’ unimpeded entrée.
  Aliyah Bernal poked at some food on a steam table.
  “Still warm,” she said under her breath.
  Master Stoddard craned his neck, taking in the enormous room.
  “Like they were just here...”
  Mass disappearance? Mass abduction? Aliens?
  Tài Lè piped up: “If it was aliens, it would make sense.”
  Aliyah and Stoddard looked at each other, frowning.
  “I mean, if aliens were looking to make... erm... congress with Earth, the first place they would come to would be the Global Congress Centre, right?”
  “Your logic is impeccable,” muttered Stoddard.
  “Brilliant, Tài, just brilliant,” snapped Aliyah. “You’re not funny anymore. Let’s get the hell out of here. We have to get the Technicot Rally underway.”
  They exited the facility at a quicker pace, Stoddard still gazing upward and around.
  The Technos made it back to the Omniplex in scant time to hold the rally as scheduled. No answers to the mystery of the deserted complex were forthcoming, and it was not spoken of again.

  Consider this another iteration of mind/body orientation overlaying physical deportment upon a 3-D grid.