On the fifth day, Ryan was standing in a room filled with actively working computers, scans, glass ' windows ' and a teleporter. He had found this room on this day at the very front of the ship. He remember clearly when he checked that place the last time, there was a ragged house in the place taken by this room which left confusion and supprise on his face. If he was to compare the room with the rooms of those ragged houses, then those rooms were ancient pauper's houses while this room was a futuristic well off home.
He stood there with a complicated expression plastered on his face, his inspection the second time had made him feel uneasy about how things are running on this ship. The uneasiness made him feel like he was a fat sheep that can be slaughtered anytime. How can he remain calm in such a situation? He was both anxious and shocked at the same time.
