The control room stretched out like some kind of cold, empty stadium. It was huge. Big enough to fit a basketball court, but the place felt even larger because of how quiet it was. The air didn't stink like the slime chamber she had just escaped. Here it smelled sharp, like metal after rain, and there was also a low humming under her feet. Erin assumed it must be a generator of some sort. How this was still up and running was a mystery.
The floor was made of square steel tiles, all perfect and polished.
The walls were covered in black panels that were ridded with strange symbols she couldn't read. At the center stood a cluster of terminals, their screens were glowing like they were just waiting for someone to mess with them.
"Great," Erin muttered under her breath. "Sure. Walk right into the creepy sci-fi command center. Nothing bad ever happens when the clueless teenager presses random buttons."
