pening in front of us, were the gates of what appeared a mighty metal machine. As cogs and cooling fans whirred, pneumatic valves pushed metal plates aside. Rusty and chipped along its edges, the solid, cast iron, doors slid in all four directions, revealing a small sphere inside.

Not daring to enter the chamber, we waited for the machine to cool down, hoping we were not walking into some kind of mechanical trap.

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