The pod shuddered softly as the tube set into motion, the faint vibration of its propulsion system humming beneath Watts' feet.
Unlike traditional trains that clattered along rails, this marvel moved seamlessly through its enclosed passage, the sleek design giving the impression of a single, fluid entity.
It was more akin to a seed being propelled through the veins of a vast organism—smooth, silent, and precise.
Watts leaned back in his chair, closing the book he had been reading and setting it on the small table beside him.
The pod's walls were primarily crafted from sleek metal, but the window at his side offered a mesmerizing view of the sea.
The transparent surface allowed him to see the endless expanse of water outside, though he knew it was opaque from the other side, ensuring complete privacy.
The tube curved gracefully, descending into the ocean depths.
