Bab 141: Handsome Worker Captures Maiden Hearts

As the truck rolls into the Grey Area, the air vibrates with palpable energy, like an unseen current coursing through the atmosphere. Drones buzz overhead, their mechanical whirs harmonizing with the rhythmic cadence of human chatter. Avatars of Tripod workers dart to and fro like fireflies, their digital trails leaving a brief glow in their wake. Flying trucks with their heavy loads groan as they disgorge their cargo, while Freedom members deftly navigate the chaos, unloading boxes and crates with the kind of urgency only seen in bustling marketplaces.

People of varying ages and backgrounds swarm around the truck, eager faces and bustling motions filling the atmosphere with a sense of animated expectancy.

"What are they doing there?" I ask Dea, my eyes narrowing in curiosity.

"They're simply curious about the goings-on. They're attracted by the hustle," Dea replies.