The environment is brutalist and uncompromising—slick, grime-covered steel plates and tangled masses of exposed wiring that hum with high-voltage power. After what feels like an hour of silent, claustrophobic navigation, the narrow pipe finally opens into a cavernous, dimly illuminated junction. This is the relay station. It is a vast, cathedral-like chamber dominated by walls of flickering data-arrays and massive, rhythmic intake fans that churn the stale, ozone-heavy air. You have reached the sector's edge Ver mais