Located in the outskirts of Cloud City, on one of the bigger floating islands designated specifically for industrial use, Robotnik Engineerings headquarters towered over an incandescent grid of surrounding factories and power plants. The processes that took place inside this seemingly dormant giant were for the most part automated and so only a rare manager or a sleepy technician occasionally disturbed the silence of the pristine white corridors, hurrying from their oversized cubicles to the coffee machine and back. These people’s collective conscience, appeased by sizable paychecks with impressive bonuses and considerable social packages, ignored any rumor that might have otherwise tarnished the company’s reputation in their eyes. “Whatever the board of directors decides goes” went the saying and the employees did what they had to, no questions asked.
Just as well anyway: everything that happened in those tidy white halls was just a façade meant to divert