Beside He Ao, under the dim light of a series of monitoring screens, a somewhat lean man with a scruffy beard was staring intently at those screens.
He sat on a wheeled ergonomic chair, body leaning forward, the flickering screens reflecting in his pupils.
At this moment, his brows were furrowed, seeming somewhat troubled.
He Ao turned his head, looking behind him.
What met He Ao's eyes was a whole row of numbered bookshelves, lit by a faint glow, packed with file folders.
This seemed like some sort of archive within the entire building.
He Ao withdrew his gaze, looking at the lean man beside him who was fixated on the monitoring screens.
He Ao currently does not have a 'physical body', although he seems able to traverse different spaces freely, he is actually moving within the Sea of Consciousness formed by a vast group of intelligent life.
The spaces he can reach must be spaces where someone is 'watching'.
