The hum of the server room was the closest Elias ever got to comfort. He perched on a stool, the cold metal biting into his thighs, and stared at the blinking lights. Each flicker, a pulse of data, a conversation traveling through the digital arteries of the world. He was its silent guardian, its lonely custodian.
For Elias, the world was a symphony of code. He understood the nuances of algorithms the way others understood emotion. He spoke the language of machines, but human tongue… that was a different story.
He wasn't anti-social, not exactly. He simply preferred the predictability of logic to the chaos of human interaction. Emotions were messy, illogical, volatile. He preferred the quiet hum of the server room, the solace of predictable patterns.