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The factory had a large entrance, big glass double doors and inviting decorations. Inside there was red carpet on the floor, potted plants and calm music played softly from the speakers. There was a half-circle shaped reception desk at the back wall, and rows of chairs lined the other walls. Applicants would check in with the receptionist and recieved a small stack of papers.
There was always a steady flow of people entering the building, so the lobby was rarely empty. There'd always be a few boys sitting in the chairs and filling out their papers. It was a consent form to mark down the boys' personal infortmation, a requirement for all applicants to be at least 25 years of age, general information about what to expect from their admittance, checkboxes for preferences and consent to any of the procedures performed in the factory.
Once they completed their forms, they would hand them in to the receptionist, the one and only human personnel of the factory, and be referred to walk through the door, to the left of the desk. It was an almost constant rotation of new boys coming in, and boys walking through the door next to the desk. This would be the last time they would have any outside-contact for a very long time, and just as long before they would see the outdoors again.