Dick's Hut
You see an old wooden workbench under a small window, propped open
with a stick. Near the door is an ancient ASR-33 teletype amid the
cobwebs and dust. A rude wooden table and chair under a single bulb
with a shade shows yellow pads with diagrams and patches of computer
code scribbled on them hastily. Behind the door a small computer linked
to a terminal on the workbench hums quietly...
Seabrook is here.
Exits:
out to Pub: NetSpace Commons East