He looked at the bricked-up wall at the far end of the plenum. The mortar was cracked. A faint, icy draft seeped through. The JMY system wasn't just a ventilation system. It was a conscience. And it had just chosen a new confessor.
That was until Dr. Aris Thorne arrived.
Jenna, who preferred her air sterile and her data linear, just shook her head. “It’s a fire hazard, Aris. Not a time machine.” jmy ventilation
Then he triggered the override.