The echoes of machinery reverberate through the room as the wisps of cold air flow through the room from the air conditioner. The scent of cold steel and the rancid smoke from parts that were being welded. Phillip, with curiosity present in his eyes, entered the room.
He gazed from right to left, and once he had found his brother Paul, his eyes lit up in excitement.
"Paul!" Phillip uttered with glee.
Paul, who had been typing in a panel interface, turned with wide eyes open in a fit of surprise. After all, there were too many things happening, and he had not expected that the formality would be going out of the window sooner than he expected, though he did not disagree or dislike it. He more than welcomed it.
Paul acknowledged it with a nod, after which he stepped down from the platform he was on. He walked with firm strides, and when he arrived, he reached out his hand.
