The computer Room.
Cool and Dark and filled with the sound of whirling mechanics, The central Mainframe of the Palace of Justice, the Backbone of Father's perfect society, was empty safe for a lone computer technician typing slowly into the row, upon row of computer screens.
For it's advancement in years, the room looks nothing like what one might picture in a futuristic dystopian world. The computers resemble something akin to the Old Apple II E's, before even this particular plot author's time.
Standing, the Technician frowned at the three figures entering, "What are you doing here?"
For it's advancement in years, the room looks nothing like what one might picture in a futuristic dystopian world. The computers resemble something akin to the Old Apple II E's, before even this particular plot author's time.
Standing, the Technician frowned at the three figures entering, "What are you doing here?"