You step into a lushly decorated elevator, with plush maroon carpets that reach half way up each of the five walls (it's pentagonal). Just above the door are infoplates in different languages, including one in InterGal, which indicates the destination is the business quarter. The soft lilt of the least offensive muzak* you've ever heard drifts around you.

There's plenty of room in here, and as you stop at different floors more creatures enter. A few of them are wearing bowler hats. More than one of them look a bit silly doing so.

After a few moments, the elevator stops, and as the doors open a highly-polished neptune blue android beckons everyone, greeting them with "Well met investors! The mime auctions are just starting!"

As the many investor-creatures make their way out, you're left alone in the elevator. The android sticks its head through the doors, and addresses you, "Are you coming? Or were you heading for the other destination?"

You don't quite understand what the emphasis was supposed to indicate.

If you absolutely do want to follow the other creatures, and pretend like you're an investor, turn to page 12.

If you just want to stay in the lift and go to the other destination, wherever that is, turn to page 21.

* That muzak appreciation hypnotherapy the QuarrixCo corporation insisted you undergo has proven invaluable. Currently you're listening to a jazz cover of the song "Top 30 Best Adverts", itself a medley of what were pan-galactically voted as the best advertisement arts of your time.