The floor of the bay was a polished metal surface embedded with shock absorbers to handle the constant vibrations from the heavy machinery. It thrummed subtly beneath Ethel's feet, a testament to the immense power being utilized both here and in the quarry outside. The air carried a distinct, metallic tang, a blend of heated alloys, and faint traces of lubricant oil.
Technicians rushed about, their movements calculated yet relaxed, like a well-rehearsed orchestra. Automated cleaning bots zipped between workstations, ensuring that no debris or residue accumulated. Overhead, a network of pipes and cables snaked along the walls, carrying power and data to every corner of the bay.
