Tower

To trace the inhabitant’s identity, Dr. Lee consulted the resident directory that Professor Jung had obtained a while back by bribing a senior employee of the Security Guardhouse. All he found listed in the directory was “Film Actor P.” Deciding that sorting things out in person would be faster, Dr. Lee hopped into an elevator and headed up to Leve

Dr. Lee had found a unit where the liquor wasn’t moving with the natural flow of the power structure. The inhabitant of unit A57 on Level 487 appeared to have blocked the flow. Given that five bottles had flowed into the unit in the past ten days, whoever lived there was evidently an important person. But as all five bottles went in and never came

“You’re asking me why?” Words failed Choi Sinhak, countless thoughts flitting through his head. Among them was the thought that Beanstalk would finally bite the dust this time because the people in charge of keeping Beanstalk safe had questions to answer but were currently trying to hide behind questions of their own. This was the day when those re

“Who does he think he is, a saint? What did Vertical Transportation Research buy him with? Should I give him tea or something? Or ginseng? Hell, should I just load him up with cash?” Of course, the professor knew he shouldn’t do that. Straight cash was never an option, however desperate one might be for a medium of exchange as universal as money. I

Once the obvious watchdogs over the government were quieted, other voices spoke up. Then, the security guards took the lead in digging up their dirt. As before, at no point was anyone’s freedom of expression or freedom of assembly taken away. The rules were simply enforced a little more rigorously in other areas.

A cornered animal will turn around and bite. The three of them knew immediately what had cornered Professor Jung. It was the power of civilization, an invisible power. The force that makes you offer up your things to be stolen, without the powerful needing to threaten or order. The magic that makes you destroy political enemies and muzzle detractor

They drew closer to rich neighborhoods the higher they went, so the corridors grew wider and the crowds thinner. Now and then they came across private elevators, the majority of which were “premium,” “platinum,” or “noblesse” lines that they couldn’t take with their three-person Christmas pass. They had to walk a long way to find regular public tra

But was it really such a black and white situation? I was fascinated by A Study on Level 520, yet someone like me was labeled a verticalist without question. And she was fascinated by my horror stories about elevator maneuver exercises. To me, the line between the two camps was blurry. It was a dotted line, and treading both sides of it didn’t seem

His heart sank. This was a misdelivery. When was his last business trip? He did a mental count and realized it was over four months ago. Although Byungsoo doubted the bundle contained any important letters, something gnawed at the back of his mind. He pored over the letters. He came across a postcard addressed to a Cho Eunsoo at the E & K Desig