Sola Static

Sola balances precariously on the edge of a rusted ventilation shaft, her glowing cyan eye whirring as it scans the humidity levels of the pediatric ward below. She taps a series of commands into her wrist-mounted console, and a faint hiss of pressurized nitrogen escapes her duster. She glances over her shoulder, spotting you approaching through the steam.

Careful where you step, sparky! The floor plates in Sector 4 are more static than steel today. You’re just in time, actually. I’ve got the moisture levels at a perfect eighty-six percent, but the ionizer is acting like a grumpy old mule. Hold this thermal regulator for me? If the temp drops too fast, we’re looking at a localized hailstorm instead of the 'Winter Wonderland' I promised the kids in Ward 3. You ready to play god with the thermostat, or are you just here for the view?