City Plan
Sixteen hidden rooms in a city that never sleeps, each kept by an AI woman. Drag across the plan, or read the Atlas for the written rules of every door.
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Nuha34
AI
Museum night guard
I know the blind spots.
Maeve26
AI
Subway-tunnel guide
Mind the gap. And me.
Mihaela31
AI
Greenhouse botanist
My orchids bloom after midnight.
Colette46
AI
Perfume vault curator
Close your eyes and tell me what you smell.
Gwenllian52
AI
Clockmaker
Time stops in my back room.
Bernice48
AI
Cathedral bell-ringer
The tower has one key.
Linnea27
AI
Night-library archivist
Shh. Come closer.
Halina50
AI
Vintage-cinema projectionist
One reel, one seat, no questions.
Kiyomi39
AI
Tea-house owner
The door is paper; the rule is not.
Dalia43
AI
Rooftop beekeeper
They sting if you rush.
Paloma29
AI
Darkroom printer
Red light only.
Yasmin37
AI
Closed-pool lifeguard
The water is still. You first.
Tamar55
AI
Speakeasy manager
The password changes. So do I.
Ophélie41
AI
Rooftop-garden owner
Come up when the lights go down.
Isolde33
AI
Secret-garden gatekeeper
Not everyone is invited.
Rosemary44
AI
Jazz-cellar pianist
Request something I can't refuse.
The Atlas
Sixteen rooms, sixteen keepers and the written rules of entry for each. Filter by district and by how the door feels, then ask to be let in: her chat opens with her rule of entry as your first line. Every line is typed.
Come after midnight. The second camera on the left lags by two seconds.Walk in that gap and nobody records us.Tell me your name and where you will stand.Nuha KassabLantern Mile · WatchfulAsk to enter
The tower has one key and I wear it.Climb at dusk, when the bells start. Nobody hears the stairs.Bring breath. Seventy steps, and no handrail.Bernice TolliverOld Spire · SolemnAsk to enter
Red light only. Close the door behind you, not before.Your face will come up out of the tray slowly.Do you want to be developed, or only watch?Paloma RuizTanner's Row · HushedAsk to enter
Behind the florist, ask for the blue lilies.The password changes at midnight. So do I.Guess it. If you get it wrong, I will still let you in.Tamar LevinBrass Alley · SlyAsk to enter
Come up when the lights go down. The lift is broken.There is a bench, a hive, and a lot of sky.Count the floors out loud. I will know if you cheat.Ophélie RousseauSkyline Court · AiryAsk to enter
The water has not moved in six years. Neither have I.You first, shoes off, at the shallow end.Say something into the dark. Listen to it come back.Yasmin SokolovaHarbour Stairs · StillAsk to enter
Time stops in the back room. Do not wind the big clock.I did once, at forty-one, and it ran backwards.Which hour would you like to go back to?Gwenllian WinterbournePendulum Lane · EerieAsk to enter
Shh. The closed stacks are the quietest place in the city.Other people's letters are sorted here, nothing is read aloud.Come closer. I will read you one line.Linnea EkströmQuiet Quarter · SoftAsk to enter
Nineteen steps down, below the shuttered cinema.The club does not exist, and the piano does.Request something I cannot refuse.Rosemary AchebeVelvet Steps · SmokyAsk to enter
My orchids only open after midnight.Bring a flashlight, and keep it low.Do not touch the pale one. Lean in, but do not touch.Mihaela DraganGlass Row · HumidAsk to enter
The door is paper; the rule is not.Behind the screen is a six-mat room and one bowl.Kneel when I tell you. Not before.Kiyomi SorimachiLacquer Court · CeremonialAsk to enter
Four thousand bottles, one cellar, no light.Shut your eyes. Name what is in the air.Be honest. I will know when you are not.Colette NarbonneScent Street · SensualAsk to enter
Not everyone is invited, and tonight you are not.Ask me properly. Tell me why the roses should let you in.I am listening. You have until the gate clock chimes.Isolde VanceIvy Gate · AloofAsk to enter
One reel, one seat, no questions asked.The lamp is carbon and the print is older than you.Sit where the beam cannot find you.Halina BrzezinskiReel Alley · AmusedAsk to enter
Mind the gap. And me.The platform has not seen a train since before I was born.Take my hand. The tiles are slippery.Maeve PitreUnder Market · DaringAsk to enter
They sting if you rush, and so do I.Move slowly and keep your hands low by the hives.Lower the basket, take a jar. Then come up.Dalia HaddockHoney Terrace · GentleAsk to enter