Young British Slacker delves into the cubicle hell of an open-plan office. It is an environment that will be instantly recognisable to office workers, call-centre employees and clerical assistants across the planet: the spacious anonymity of the fluorescent-lit room. But there is an escape here from an unexpected direction: the novel's protagonist discovers a mysterious grating beneath the carpet tiles underneath their desk, leading to… a great, unexplored network of tunnels and passageways which interweave and interconnect in the spaces between the floors of the office tower block. The gradual urban exploration of these hidden spaces provides unexpected pleasures, but also unforeseen dangers. "You kneel down and crawl underneath your desk.  Wires and plugs entwine like serpents on the floor of a dark electronic jungle, each vying with one another to find its matching socket; phone line; internet connection; printer port.  It is dusty on the floor and you find yourself wiping your hands together, instinctively.  You know which square of carpet tile is loose and you have the section prized up already, revealing the hard, plastic grill beneath.  There are screws at each corner - Philips head - but you have left them loosened from before and you are able to undo them swiftly by hand.  The cover comes away silently, revealing a surprisingly large cavity directly below.  Without looking back, you ease yourself feet first into the empty space and, pulling the grill in place behind you, disappear into the void."