The BrickThe BrickThe Brick Hotel opened its doors just at the start of the summer season. The building took up half a block, was four stories tall, and built like an old Roman domus, four halls surrounding a splendid atrium. This atrium, however, was filled with machines, The Brick's main attraction, an entire steam-powered garden. The leaves were cut steel, the tulip petals polished silver, the roses a special gold alloy. The roots were buried beneath the soil, and snaked back to an underground control room, where nobs, dials, gears, and a host of tubing fed carefully measured amounts of steam into the plants, allowing them to bloom and close, grow and shrink with the seasons. It was a magnificent attraction, but not a cheap one.Steam Hotels, such as The Brick, were notoriously hard to keep open. The attractions were madly popular with locals and tourists alike, but overhead costs were crippling. Robots broke down with alarming frequency, the price of coal had sky rocketed, engineers
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