The Gates of Perdition

VOR OPHOR: The Manifold Sky instance is the maze within the maze - a section of the Perdition Assembly so tightly tangled that the geometry of the holonomy trap intrudes into the perceptual space of the instance blanks. Of course you need to make reservations and pack like you're going to be away for awhile. It's a bit like moving to a mining town or a berth on an oil rig: you just know that it's so far out of the way, such a pain in the ass to get in and out, that you aught to plan on staying until the job is done.
VOICE 1: Isn't that a bit melodramatic? It can't be all that bad, even if they name it after a mythological Hell.
VOR OPHOR: (chuckles) It's just the right amount of dramatic. Do realize that this place is a prison, not the schmaltzy art project it was originally intended to be.
VOICE 2: Worse than a holonomy trap already?
VOR OPHOR: Do you know that they changed the simulation rate after the incident? It's not just an affectation of the underlying verse; they actually rolled back to earlier hardware to help prevent future rebels from bootstrapping to our level. It's not that they're dummer now, of course, but they're limited to Origin time parity at the best of times. It wouldn't take the Deck of True Fate to forsee such plans, now, as they would take so long to come to fruition that we could effortlessly intercept them if they tried. The guard has been doubled, the prisoners hobbled, and the very terrain over which they might escape boxed in with more such traps - blind pocket dimensions that look open to casual observation, even holon bubbles meant to seal off anyone who strays from the narrow accessways. (swirls drink) Did you know they frisked me last time I visited? Me, they guy they hire to audit conditions in instances. We don't even have physical bodies for spirits' sake.
VOICE 2: Brutal.
VOR OPHOR: I suppose with everything else going on in the Substrate right now, we can't afford to take any chances.