Nihilitarianism

I find myself in a suspension tank, with pneumatic tubes radiating in all directions. Along the inside of the tubes there are slots where suspension tanks like mine would hang, but there are none, and the complex is empty. My suspension tank moves this way and that at a dizzying speed, vertically, horizontally, diagonally, until finally it stops next to a batch of other tanks, but all of them contain premature infants, stillborn.