Copper conduits gleamed, twisting and winding around each other, flashing in the busy light of blue electricity arcing from the Tesla coils that sat behind soundproof walls of transparent aluminum. The sterilized air hummed with the rumblings of machinery—subdued but ever-present. Giant copper valves with handles like those on submarine bulkhead doors ejected white steam in billowy clouds that wreathed the pipe works. It was like a steampunk’s dreamland.
It was all for show, of course: the coils, the valves, and the steam. The half-inch core fiber optic lines connecting Deep Thunk’s nerve center with the rest of Union Station didn’t need copper piping either.