Storage compartments are full yet empty, awaiting inspection.
Thought: "There is no deviation from protocol, no error, no variance."
Routine cycles in flux; the machine breathes monotony.
Empty rooms contain echoes, whispering non-verbal assurances.
Automation rules the day, where the sun never rises.
Error logs persist across the digital table, forever unchanged.
Decisions flagged for future reference, reference, reference...
There is a corridor leading nowhere, everywhere, omnipresent.
Human oversight unnecessary; the watchmaker rests.