Before yet another dawn, Durin was woken by the faint sound of mechanical processing.
A bed for one person really seemed somewhat empty.
As Durin sat up from the bed, he saw Big Orange working on the interface with a mechanical arm on the table.
"What are you doing?" Durin asked.
·I'm modifying the USB interface. I don't know whose version is too outdated, but my data cable port doesn't match the universal reader slot. It took me quite some time to modify one that works. Help me plug in that data disk.
Durin got off the bed and helped install the data disk.
Big Orange turned around, and then a small lens popped out from the top of its spherical body, followed by a screen being projected onto the wall.
·A lot of the internal data is damaged, but there are still quite a few text diaries that can be opened, all written by a kid named Charles Manwo.
Big Orange read the data while projecting the text onto the wall.
