The Carnot Cycle
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Under the dim lights the researcher pulled on the rusty bars. They shut with an ear-piercing sound.
He pulled the lever, and the elevator descend into the dark depths.
The sharp sound of scraping metal followed them down, and sparks flew out from the corners of the elevator. The faint flashes of light illuminated the young man's profile. His silhouette looked rather gloomy.
The researcher forced a laugh, "Our budget is tight, so we haven't been able to keep up the maintenance..."
"I understand."
Ye Qingxuan waved his hand dismissively, "If I'm satisfied with the results, I'll increase my investment."
"Then I can't thank you enough."
The researcher cheered up at this news. If he hadn't been so awed at the sound of the young man's voice, he would have already grabbed his hand and begun chattering on about every single potential research project.