He sat up straighter. That elevator. He’d never told anyone this, but when he’d opened its control panel, he hadn’t found wires. He’d found gears. Gears made of a metal that felt warm to the touch, even when the power was off. After he’d "fixed" it, the elevator stopped opening on floors that didn’t exist.
His phone buzzed. Not the official help line, but the direct line. The one only three people in the world had. ole miss it help desk
The line went dead.