If you know the song, you know the true story. Four elevators, one lobby, sixty seconds. Each call light has its own rhythm, then it goes green and the doors open on whoever's in there. Learn the counts, wait it out in the gaps between the doors, and step into the empty car — but most of the time there isn't one, and when there is, it moves. SPACE fakes a text message for a second and a half of social immunity. Two contacts and your nerve is gone.