"Yaaawn"
Ford took a big yawn while stretching his arms, relieving himself of all of that built-up tension.
It was a satisfying kind of relief, the kind that came with age, like scratching an itch you didn't know you had.
Morning had long passed since he started his shift, and the time now was around the afternoon. So, it wasn't surprising that such a gesture had drawn attention.
Some people in the monitor room looked at him funny, or were they concerned about him?
He couldn't really tell, but they should give him a break. He was an old man after all.
Ford wasn't as fit as he was in his prime years. His body reminded him of that every morning.
He did nothing in his younger days, but still, he was still a pretty strong man. That was until he got introduced to this crazy world.
How he ended up here, he still couldn't remember till this day. All he knew was that he had been working in this remote location for decades now.
