The Hall of Static Echoes
And thus we approach what is either a lab, an engine room, or perhaps a strange, slightly feverish combination of the two, tiptoe-ing in very carefully and gawking in awe and no small amount of concern at the sparks and buzzing. Or, y'know, you've found the page that lets you know all you never wanted to know about where-what-why-when-where and how Wings dot ennyu either is, was, or shall be. Whyever not. Nobody has anything better to do with their time. Or, well, I don't. :3 (...can you tell that your webmistress is feeling just a tad silly, maybe?)