Both are both. My torso is an inferno and my hands are ambient temperature. For some reason my feet are usually less than ambient, and my biothermodynamics professor never gave me a sufficient explanation as to how
Feet are far away, down in the cold dark. Those who toil in the depths are pitied, theirs is a world of long bottomless shafts and cramped quarters. Maintenance is rare and overdue, resources are limited, hope is a faint memory. The blood did not arrive today either.
Both are both. My torso is an inferno and my hands are ambient temperature. For some reason my feet are usually less than ambient, and my biothermodynamics professor never gave me a sufficient explanation as to how
Feet are far away, down in the cold dark. Those who toil in the depths are pitied, theirs is a world of long bottomless shafts and cramped quarters. Maintenance is rare and overdue, resources are limited, hope is a faint memory. The blood did not arrive today either.