Ten minutes later, He Ao looked at the old iron gate not far away.
Next to the gate was a white card-swiping device, which had accumulated a layer of dust, evidence that it hadn't been used for a while.
Factories in Dawn City had long since achieved intelligence and automation; the vast majority of documents were transmitted over the network, and most workers had grown up in a paperless environment, not accustomed to reading paper materials, and possibly not even inclined to read tangible books.
After all, reading on an electronic screen and reading on paper did have certain disparities.
The existence of the archive was really just to store some unavoidable bulky materials or certain critical documents.
He Ao glanced at the camera in front of the archive room, circled around its blind spot, then took out the blank card Jack had given him and pressed it against the card reader.
With a light beep, the old iron door swung open in response.