They got more attention still when, around midnight, they arrived at their true destination: a clubhouse for hackers called Buried Spaceship. Sure, it was packed with scenesters, kids who just liked the mad science atmosphere and weren’t actually interested in science itself. But Jack still loved that place. The black, soaring walls were flecked with stars, planets, and a massive mural depicting the jagged, icy edge of a crater that the “ship” had smashed into.
Neat idea. Imagine a "Mars" nightclub, with a red sandy floor, murals of crater walls, sky going from stars to dim reddish glow. Bat, restrooms, etc., look like hab modules.
