Liam flew through the door and entered the assembly section, hovering in a standing position with no visible effort, the camera following him at eye level.
The space behind him was enormous and alive. Drones moved in formations so precise they looked rehearsed, crossing each other's paths at speed without a single correction, carrying components between stations with the efficiency of systems that had never learned to hesitate.
Android arms worked along suspended rails, each one executing different operations simultaneously — some assembling, some testing, some holding components in precise orientations while something invisible confirmed tolerances the eye couldn't resolve.
The machines deeper in the section were harder to categorize. They had no obvious analog in any manufacturing environment on Earth, no shape that suggested a known function, just the evidence of their output moving steadily along the lines toward assembly.
*what are those machines in the back*
