On a quiet night, if you listen closely, you can hear the rythmic machinery pumping away under the city streets.
As you walk among the streets, or marvel at our magnificent tower, each beacon of light you see and pulse of electricity you feel originates from our power center.
Even now, the turbines spin, converting organic matter to infinite energy. It feels almost spiritual to witness such a transformation.
It is the kind of thing that makes people jealous. As you can see from this example security log, we experience breech attempts constantly. But our protection is top notch, and there is no power on heaven or earth that could turn the lights off in our wonderous city.
