We enter into an elevator that takes us seven floors down into what can only be described as a concrete and steel bunker. We exit the elevator into a long, brightly lit corridor. The concrete block walls are painted white, while solid metal doors access the floor’s many rooms. Glancing up at the ceiling, I spot the occasional CCTV camera mounted to it along with alarm horns and emergency exit lighting fixtures.
The young soldier must notice me noticing the security equipment.
“Security is our main focus down here in the personnel quarters,” he volunteers. “Each floor is armed with its own armory and the walls, floor, and ceiling are essentially wrapped in stainless steel to guarantee that Jacquie cannot overhear us.”
“Let’s hope so,” Tony says.
“Never underestimate Everest AI,” I say,
