Harry And David Corp Hq

That has a distinctly Kafka-esq, or maybe Fritz Lang feel to it. i can imagine after the sun goes down, all those pipes begin to expel eerie, ebony smoke to evacuate all the fume from the cigar smoke filled rooms in side where the authoritarian power brokers reside. Maybe those gunmetal structures on the corners opening up so multiple evil android Marias can do their pagan dances to the night bathed in crimson floodlights.