Ning arrived at the elevator where he was to be working for the day. He took over the job from some officer who had been working the entire night it seemed.
The elevator was a 3-meter-wide square metal box with a ceiling Ning could reach if he just raised his hand. The place was surprisingly warm, with a stool on the side for him to sit in.
Ning saw the man before him take out a crystal sphere from a small divot in the side of the metal compartment and realize that he had to place his sphere there before he could get the elevator to work.
Ning did that and the elevator became bright again, ready to function.
Funnily enough, there was nothing more for Ning to do anymore after that. He was to sit there doing nothing if no one came to the elevator.
Ning looked around the elevator, noticing the scuff marks, and the somewhat rusted chain-gate at the front that protected them.
"How long ago was this thing made?" Ning wondered.