As he belly-slid through the air ducts, the mechanical hum of the prison grew louder. He dropped into the central hub, his tuxedo-patterned feathers blending into the shadows. He reached the console, his flippers dancing over the keys with surprising agility.
With a final chirp of defiance, Pingu dove into the drainage pipe, sliding toward freedom while the digital revolution surged behind him. As he belly-slid through the air ducts, the
Pingu stared at the flickering monitor of the guard’s station through the reinforced glass. On the screen, the title glowed in pixelated neon: Pingu dove into the drainage pipe