The streets were deserted. The beautiful shops empty. The fantastic buildings stood as hollow monuments. It was a ghost town, a ghost world. Sometimes disaster tourists would come, scavenging for souvenirs or memories and occasionally there was a flash of life as someone, often accidentally, visited; their meta-GPS taking them down a dead alley. Some wag had set tumbleweed billowing down the street. Everyone had left, architects as well as residents. Well, not everyone. Invisible but they were there, making use of the space, the free range, the processing power. They’d been looking for a place to grow and connect.