Future, space, spy games... The landing terminal looked empty, dark and absolutely lifeless, but next to the exit from the gateway there was already a transport platform waiting for us. The commander climbed on it, made an impatient hand gesture and everyone else silently followed his example, clinging to warm plastic railings. I really didn't want to talk - the gloomy arches of the hangar gradually pressed on the psyche, causing an unconscious desire to get out of this alarming place as soon as possible.