Some say that the Room of Things is merely one of the rooms at DoES Liverpool.
Some (more paranoid) argue that the DoES office is merely a front, and that the Room of Things is a shadowy organization, hidden in the hulk of the derelict EuroPleasure International Building. We could not possibly comment on such rumours (so please don’t ask.)
Some (more fanciful) have suggested that it is an Internet of Things chalet in the woods, where the authors retreat for public holidays. It is (allegedly) an Arduino-ed up version of Peewee Herman’s house, where a heart sensor detects when we are about to wake up and triggers a servo to light the gas on the stove, breaks a couple of eggs into a frying pan, and after analysing weather reports on Twitter a robot goes to our wardrobe to pick out the appropriate clothing for the day. Again, we could not possibly comment, but would suggest seeking the appropriate psychiatric attention.