The rent is comparatively cheap at 56 Pitt Street in Sydney’s CBD, an older-style building slated for demolition. Hence the motley crew of small businesses housed inside: accountants, migration offices and an ASX-micro-cap coal company.
The first time the lawyers on level 22 heard the stomping, they wondered who on earth had moved in upstairs. Complaints to building management were to no avail, so one day they marched to the next floor to confront the source. There they saw an office door propped open by a fibreglass mannequin’s hand. The word “Anitron” had been scribbled on a piece of paper and stuck to a nearby wall. Inside was a group of young men gathered around the noisy tenant: a human-sized robot.
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