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19 March 2008 @ 01:47 pm
Because maiac Brought It Up Here  
Another Fine Product of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation

The Atlanta Marriott Marquis hotel, site of the 1986 World Science Fiction Convention ("ConFederation"), had (and still has) very advanced elevators. They talk to you to tell you what floor you are on and whether you've held the button too long, for instance.

Prior to the convention, certain people who shall remain nameless (but were mostly ladyat and me) decided that something needed to be done.

We researched the metallic interior of the elevators and the fonts, then ladyat found a place that could create small plaques to be placed in said elevators as needed.

The deed was done. Many people didn't notice them, many fen did, a few were taken for souvenirs. A year later I was at the hotel for a meeting and stepped into one of the elevators. There, behold, before my eyes was one of the plaques, still holding its place unnoticed by anyone whose job it was to remove inappropriate detritus.

I seriously doubt one is still there - I suspect the interior of the elevators has been completely replaced at least once. We have our own copy, pictured above, which ladyat kept and has graced various household computer systems ever since.

Over the years we hear occasional stories of people having seen the plaques and enjoyed them. While it didn't measure up to what we really wanted to do (somehow replace the vox chips in the airport trains to add "by your command" at the end of each message), it was fun and made a lasting impression.
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FilkerDavefilkerdave on March 19th, 2008 06:13 pm (UTC)
Wow. I remember that :)

it was my first Worldcon, too :)
Jimpoltr1 on March 19th, 2008 06:26 pm (UTC)
I've been to that hotel, for another function. I have acrophobia and *hate* the open-air atrium that goes up the entire height of the building. (I had a room on the first floor, and that was high enough.)
Maia Cmaiac on March 19th, 2008 06:50 pm (UTC)
As I posted a few days ago, I happened to spot the plaque when (by a miracle, considering it was at a Worldcon) I was alone in the elevator, going up to my room. So when the door opened, the housekeeper standing outside with her cart was greeted by the sight of a lone guest, laughing her head off for no apparent reason. The housekeeping staff had probably already decided we were crazy, but mostly harmless. (I recall that another fan told me that he overheard one of the housekeepers say to another one, "I like these people. They throw soft things" [down into the atrium, just to watch them fall].)

Over the years, I have cherished the memory of that plaque in the elevator almost as much as the memory of telling you about it only to find out that you had placed it there.

Smoooomsmoooom on March 19th, 2008 10:29 pm (UTC)
I've heard this story a couple of times. Your name, as far as I remember, wasn't mentioned as a perpetrator. Wish I'd have seen it
min0taurmin0taur on March 20th, 2008 10:35 am (UTC)
LOL. You naughty planter of literary allusions, you. First one of those I've ever seen that comments automatically on everyone who *doesn't* read it...
Robin June Nakkula: Bio Wealthrobin_june on March 21st, 2008 02:57 am (UTC)
Atlanta Marriott Anatomy
I'm still convinced that that atrium was contoured exactly like the inside of a ribcage (I was working for a physiologist at the time.)