ScreamSin Posted August 21, 2009 Share Posted August 21, 2009 This world is one of never ending winter. No one is really sure how the sun was blocked, or who did it. Maybe we did...maybe they did. It's been so long. All we know is that when they finally stopped, it didn't matter. We fought for this Hell. And now?we have it all to ourselves?in this world of never ending winter?humanity shall take its final breath. ------------------------------------------------- Lyle stared at the papers and calculations he had been working on. It had taken him five hours, and he had checked the numbers 16 times. There was no getting around it. Rosa put a hand on his shoulder. ?Bad news?? ??at this rate?we?re going to run out of fresh water within a year?we?ll eat through our food supplies in two years. I have to tell Scotts and Boris.? ?What do we tell everyone else?? ?Nothing right now. We?ll discuss it further before announcing it.? The doctor nodded quietly and walked off. Lyle stared at the papers silently. ??this place is going to collapse all around us?if we don?t do something fast?? ---------------------------- *tap?tap?tap* The heavy bronze pipe clicked against the metal halls as Archimedes slowly made his way down the stairs. The sound echoed through the complex, the metal walls and roof serving to heighten all the noise in the massive shelter. Wearing a thick brown turtleneck under his heavy red parka, the old man was practically smothered in the oversized clothes. He moved slowly, the pipe clinking alongside his own shuffled footsteps. He hummed softly in a strange irregular tone as he turned the corner, standing close to the wall to avoid the quicker moving traffic in the middle of the corridor. Most of the people had already finished their breakfast and were going about their daily tasks of cleaning, organizing, and maintaining the large shelter they all lived in. As he entered the mess hall, he looked around. Not many people left inside. He slowly made his way over to the counter, grabbing a bowl with one hand and a spoon with the other. He bit down on the spoon and shouldered the pipe, holding the bowl out to the server with both hands ?Morning Archie.? ?Hello Jonathon. Everything going well?? The cook smiled as he ladled a pale, clumpy paste into the bowl. Oatmeal or what came close to it in this place. It had no particular taste whatsoever. Archimedes found that it was about all he could stomach in the early morning hours. ?Dolly?s a bit sick?got a fever.? ?I see?didn?t she recently start a job maintaining the boiler room?? ?Yeah?I?m hoping its just exhaustion. She isn?t used to hard labor.? ?I?m sure she?ll be fine. Maybe Duo could take a look at her for you?? ?I?m going to ask her when the morning maintenance is done. You know they?ve got everyone working down there.? ?Yes. Makes me wish I could do more then hobble around and tell stories.? ?You did your part during the war, Archie, from what I hear. Besides, you do plenty around here.? ?I only clean and repair clocks and gadgets. Useless trinkets that have no purpose but to amuse.? ?You?ve kept Heat in working order, haven?t you?? ?Yes?I suppose there?s one thing I?m contributing, though I know most just want to throw him out.? ?He is a little glitchy, isn?t he?? ?He?s aging rather poorly?I just don?t have the parts needed to fix him completely. Still, long as he?s useful, I have a reason to stick around.? With that, Archimedes took his bowl and hobbled over to a table to eat quietly. ---- Down in the pipes, a steam valve had ruptured, injuring two workers. The blown out section of the pipe was shut down, preventing steam from escaping into the area. An engineer stood nearby, making sure no one accidentally wandered in, when a loud series of clanking and whirring reached his ears. As the catwalk shook with each step, Heat rounded the corner, hauling a heavy piece of sheet metal on his back as he lumbered towards the damaged pipe, gears popping and spinning swiftly as the camera eye pivoted onto the man in front of him. ?Fix! Fix!? The engineer nodded and stepped aside as the Scrap moved into position. He picked up a radio phone nearby and rang the top levels. ?Hey, tell Kilo and Ishild that Heat is in position and waiting for them to get down here with the welder torch. Tell them to hurry up too, this hulking mound of garbage is shaking the entire level with his damned stomping.? Heat waved to the engineer with one massive claw. The man nodded at the Scrap, turning his back to the robot. ?Fucking junk pile?? ----------------- ((Now I?ve sent you all PMs on what you?re ?morning tasks? include, thus go about that and let?s have some fun, shall we?)) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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