He Talk....
"Send me the core section of the Basic Universal Language Translator to my workbench." He stood and went to the side of the room where an electric flat two inches pen board was placed. He picked the pen and murmured.
"Let's begin."
The golden ray of light rises from the horizon gradually, illuminating the somewhat quiet Vulture. Squeaks and creaking of insects began to echo from the dark alley welcoming the new day. The cold gentle breeze blew and rustled everything on its path, dew falling from the rooftop. Drunkard catworking with lose balance, trying to find their way back home while those coming from the night shift looked haggard and had big eye bags under their eyes. Window creaks, curtains spread open, those inside welcome the new day with a smile on their face. For people of Vulture, it is a normal new day, however, they would realize this was not just a normal new day… But a new beginning. A new era.