The Heart of a Mecha

The warehouse dormitory was a small, simply furnished double room, but it was fairly tidy.

Cliff handed Mu Chen a key card. “I’m afraid you’ll have to make do for now, Your Highness.”

As they spoke, the metal panel above the ceiling kept making a “Bzzzz” noise.

Since the warehouse was almost completely airtight, the room had a fresh-air system. But it was old and poorly maintained, and the air kept buffeting the loose panel over the vent, making an irritating noise every so often.

Cliff glanced at the ceiling with some embarrassment. “Everything else in this room works fine. It’s just that the noise is a little loud. I’ll have someone come fix it...”

Before he could finish, Mu Chen stepped onto the bed ladder, reached up to press the metal bracket, and pushed it back into place.

“Click!”

The noise stopped.

“There. It’s fixed.”

Under Cliff’s slightly astonished gaze, Mu Chen wiped his hand with a tissue, then tossed his bag beside the foot of the bed. “Show me around the rest of the place.”...