The room beyond the vault doors of the crematorium unit held three sheet-covered bodies on rolling metal beds. To the right, a chromed ball embedded in the ceiling with articulated arms had been in the middle of prepping a corpse. Liquid noises slurped and gurgled from the equipment working on the corpse even over the passive warning tweets of the emergency illumination boxes set high on two of the walls. The illumination boxes had come on-line automatically when the power had been cut.