What sort of place is a transit station?
In the eyes of the "Prophet," one sentence was enough to describe her feelings toward this place—once you arrive, you don't want to leave.
There was no need to mention the abundant amenities; more importantly, the transit station's secrecy was much safer than the deserted underground street bars where they usually resided.
From a distance, this place looked like nothing more than a sea of garbage. Yet, if you peeled back the top layer of electronic components, the infrastructure below was no less sophisticated than that of any major corporation.
When Lu Xiang arrived, Miss Snake, the AI housekeeper, was experiencing the research facility's complimentary repair services. Ge Fu used infected technology to mend the damages on her body piece by piece. In less than half an hour, the wounds etched into her by the twisted predilections of the United Army's senior management had been completely restored.
