Look at the guide

The guide smirks and grabs a walkie-talkie from his back pocket: "We have a Code Yellow." You wonder what a "Code Yellow" could possibly be as you hear a course voice on the other end agree and hit a button. Soon enough, three robotic frames roughly pull you from the plastic debris and drag you from the room. The guide follows you out. "I don't suppose you can pay for my recorder you broke? With that article swirling around about me, it's difficult to find well-paying jobs," you joke as you look back at the guide. The robotic arms dragging you only grasp tighter in response. You look around you and realize they are dragging you through a maintenance tunnel. The walls are a crisp white while your robotic captors are a dirty yellow; their joints squeal as they continue to tread forward. Suddenly, the arms let go and you fall to the metal ground and lock your eyes with the lingering guide. He motions his head forward and you turn around, face-to-face with a looming doorway. "And this, my dear, is why you cannot record in any capacity in this facility. We have secrets we'd rather keep hidden." You're confused. Why would the company even allow interviews and articles in the first place if his words are true?