Although the food factory operated fully automated, the interior was not pitch black.
Both the maintenance robots and the cameras monitoring the production status required ample lighting—just as the error rate of AI image recognition would increase significantly in inadequate light.
For this very reason, the hairdresser pushed up his night vision glasses upon entering the factory area.
The blue-haired young man squinted, looking around with keen interest.
The thundering three-dimensional assembly lines operated untouched by any human hand.
They moved through the gaps between steel and steel, like scholars walking through the shelves in a library.
In both the Upper City District and the Lower City District, everyone's food was synthesized, produced, and packaged in these food factories. With autonomous security robots patrolling and inspecting, as long as the production wasn't disrupted to trigger an alarm… even if the place was well-lit, it remained the safest spot.
