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After that it was probably the Rotor. This was a big round room at least thirty feet high. One entered through a door and took a position standing against one of the many rubber panels that were about four feet wide and rose from the floor to a height of about ten feet.
It was one person to a panel. When everyone was in, about twelve people, the door was closed and the room began to rotate and spin, around and round faster and faster, and you felt yourself being sucked against the panel by the centrifugal force, so that if you tried to pull your arm from the wall, you had a very hard time of it. Then of a sudden the floor fell out from under you to a depth of about ten feet, and you were plastered against the panel, sucked to it by the centrifugal constraint. I watched those opposite of me enduring this cylindrical compression, their faces somewhat distended in weird smiles, watching me and the others opposite of them. Then the floor began to come up and the speed to slow, and I began to slide a little down the wall, before the floor got to my feet, and my pants legs began to come up and it got tight in the crotch, and the woman's dresses began to slide up thigh high and they began to look very distressed.
And then there was probably the Barrel Cars. This was essentially a giant indoor revolving barrel on its side, maybe at least forty feet high and fifty feet wide.
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