Crouched beside a gigantic machine resembling a supercomputer, Charles looked at the tablet in his hands. He had one hand placed underneath, charging it.
The green screen lit up, and so did Charles's eyes. But as he quickly skimmed through the contents, the light in his eyes faded.
There's nothing I want in here. Apart from various data he couldn't understand at all, there was just a photograph of a man and his wife.
Charles turned to look at the various machines inside the house. Cables sprawled from the rectangular machines like tree roots, and his crew moved among them with torches, searching quickly.
The other rooms were used for containment, but this room, nearly two hundred square meters in size, was filled with unrecognizable machinery.
I don't know what the Foundation used this room for, but compared to the other places, this one has the most potential.
