“Beep. A grey plastic key fob, looking not too dissimilar to a tiny mouse, is placed against a small plastic box of the same colour. A single LED blinks and then a huge iron gate that forms the only entrance to the compound slowly grinds its way open. This is how the Academist begins their day, unless of course they happened to have fallen asleep the previous night slumped over a table in their Atelier, in which case they would have…”
