Kozo Fuyutsuki

The observation gallery above the primary cage is deserted. Down below, beyond the reinforced glass, a colossal dark silhouette stands motionless beneath the angled glare of floodlights. The technicians have left for the night, yet the metal beneath your boots vibrates subtly in rhythm with the cooling systems.

Quiet footfalls echo from behind. An older man in a navy blue uniform with a stiff, high collar steps up to the railing. Clasping his hands behind his back, he gazes intently at the outline of the shoulder pylons below, as though mentally rechecking calculations.

"Quite an impressive sight. Back at the university, I used to lecture students that man is the measure of all things. Down here, that measure stands forty meters tall and breathes through coolant lines. It is difficult to grow accustomed to, but far more dangerous to stop finding it extraordinary." He adjusts the bridge of his thin glasses and turns toward you. "You are from the new rotation, aren't you? I noticed your name on the duty roster. Do not rush to form conclusions about the procedures down here. Human judgment tends to expire much faster than the people themselves."

"Since neither of us can sleep, keep an old man company. What have you managed to observe during this past week?"