Alto

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Nile led Alto down many corridors and baroque rooms until they came to a stop at two large dark wooden doors. Nile pushed them open slowly, letting Alto take in the majestic scene before him. Even to a regular person, the room would have seemed like an alternate universe. A library, but one filled with the finest technology. Programmed everywhere were notes projected on air, bots doing construction, and words. The words were writing themselves, filling empty books one by one. The palace had renovated greatly, but still, there had been a place that hadn’t been touched.

“You really outdid yourself, Nile,” Alto smiled at his friend. “But the pens, what are they writing?”