The heavy titanium doors of Warehouse 4 shut with a loud clang. Sebastian felt the vibration on the soles of his boots.
It was midnight in the real world. The industrial district of 2077 was usually busy, but tonight it felt like a graveyard. Inside the massive bunker, it was completely quiet and smelled simply of wet concrete.
Sebastian leaned against the table in the center of the room. He rubbed his face. The five percent physical synchronization with his avatar was a blessing and a curse. His muscles felt incredibly strong, but his brain was completely exhausted.
"Generator three is online and stable." Valerie's voice broke the silence.
She walked over from a stack of wooden crates and wiped grease off her hands with a ruined silk cloth. She wasn't acting like a corporate heiress anymore. Her jacket was tied around her waist and her hair was tied back. She looked exhausted, but her eyes were entirely focused.
