The control room was an average-sized rectangular room, with concrete walls filled with screens with red indicators and warning signs. A longboard ran halfway across the room with hundreds of buttons, levers, spotlights, and computers, and with a few chairs in front of it for the operators. On the front wall, there was a long window overlooking the top of a large antechamber. Red warning lights were still flashing on the ceiling, as well as on the dashboard.
In the center of the room, there was a small circular table with a pile of papers on it, Ah, and of course, the corpse of a man in a white coat who had died sitting in his chair and had fallen on the desk. We all slowly went inside and scanned the room for any infection, but everything seemed to be fine. I slowly approached the man,
