I sometimes think of myself as being like the protagonist in a classic SF labyrinth story, wandering further and further into some alien artifact, trying to call into a radio my description of the bizarre things I’m seeing, so that I can be followed.
That’s not a happy thought—the protagonist of that story (“Rogue Moon”) was knowingly committing suicide; no one ever followed him; and everyone concluded in the end that it had been pointless.
That’s not a happy thought—the protagonist of that story (“Rogue Moon”) was knowingly committing suicide; no one ever followed him; and everyone concluded in the end that it had been pointless.
But it was such a great story!
(Also, I think there have been other stories with the labyrinth motif, though the one you named may be most famous.)