The building was old. Nestled in the middle of an estate of 1960s towerblocks, the Victorian facade was like a classical football stadium still trying to function in narrow city streets long after the nature of its work had changed. The playground was still bleak. The smart floor was even the same colour as the old tarmac. The children were welcomed at the gate, the familiar voice calling them by name as they passed through the detectors. Only a few were inexperienced enough to get caught and funneled to one side. Most had programmed their AIs into their smart fashion.