Roslyn, Washington - Sector 7
Down, deep underground, in the once prosperous mines of Roslyn, the stifled air was once again filled with a now oh so familiar song.
Everybody in the small community knew the words by heart now, but none could sing it like her.I dig my hole, you build a wall
I dig my hole, you build a wall
One day that wall is gonna fall
In between the words you could hear the clanging of metal, or the fizz of a blowtorch. But nobody complained, music was a luxury nowadays.Gon' build that city on a hill
Gon' build that city on a hill
Some day those tears are gonna spill
Herbert didn't like doing it, but she was needed right now.So build that wall and build it strong cause
We'll be there before too long
If she didn't help now, it could all be lost within minutes.Gon' build that wall up to the sky
Gon' build that wall up to the sky
Some day your bird is gonna fly
So with a heavy heart he moved to her small chamber, located in the western part of the mine.Gon' build that wall until it's done
Gon' build that wall until it's done
But now you've got nowhere to run
With a sigh he knocked on the heavy metal door, knowing full well that most would curse at him for interrupting this little serenade.So build that wall and build it strong cau-
The singing stopped, coupled with some groans from the people down the hall. A heavy tool was placed on a workbench. "Yes? Come in." A girl's voice said, a voice that seemed so out of place. It was too kind, too... Nice. Herbert shook his head and pushed the heavy door open. "Hey Casey, we got a little pro- For god's sake woman, put on some pants!" Before him stood a small, yet curved girl, wearing nothing but a tanktop, welding goggles and some underpants. "Oh come on Herb, you know just as well how hot it can get in here." the girl complained, removing the goggles, leaving behind a humorous clean area around her eyes. "That might be, young lady, but you still can't go around parading naked." Herbert averted his eyes, looking around the cluttered room. Oh he knew full well how warm it could get here, vents were few and sparse, to mask as much of their heat signature as possible. Not to mention that this particular room, Casey's bedroom, was also used as the generator room.
The girl folded her arms under her well developed chest and pouted like a little girl, denied of her dolls. "Fine, I'll see if I still have something wearable." She scurried off to a big pile of junk and started rummaging through it, until she found a pair of daisy dukes. She only barely managed to squeeze herself into them, before returning to Herbert. "This better?" she asked with a friendly smile. Hardly, Herbert thought, but it was some improvement. "Yeah, yeah. Anyway, we got a problem down at storage." he pointed over his shoulder. "Let me guess, the air conditioning went out again?" Casey asked, although it was a rhetorical question, she already knew it was the AC. The blasted thing did this every once in a while, the vents would get cluttered and the whole thing would shut down.
Casey quickly grabbed her Power Glove and pushed herself past Herbert. "Yep, you might want to hurry, I'm not sure when it went out. Could be a few minutes ago, might as well be half an hour." They really needed to automate that somehow. "Lummox, here!" Casey whistled. The giant pile of trash, where she had pulled her pants from, shuddered and started moving. A hulking figure rose from it, a giant woken from it's slumber. Lummox made a few clicking sounds before eagerly following Casey like a loyal dog.
Casey sped past the other chambers, where all the other people lived. Everybody smiled and greeted her heartily, they all knew that it was because of Casey that this place was still running. They owed their lives to that girl. Casey said her hellos where ever she could, they were a nice bunch. But as she moved past all the chambers, she noticed one rather troublesome detail.
The Sentinels weren't their greatest enemy, neither was mutant prime. Oh no, boredom was their greatest foe. This place pretty much ran itself, and in the case that something would break, Casey was the one to fix it. It was too dangerous to go outside, so the people were cooped up here the entire time. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happens when you put men and women together in a tiny room with nothing to do. They procreate. The past few months had been an absolute baby boom. It was of course wonderful, but it also meant that there had to be tighter restrictions on rations. Casey feared that if this trend of birth continued, they'd run out of available food within the year. They'd have to expand. Which brought along a whole new set of dangers, Sentinels could pick up the excavations, the tunnels might collapse and god knows what kind of noxious gasses might be hidden in the deeper parts of the mine.
And it wasn't just their little community that had troubles, Casey had some of her own. There were more men than women, meaning that some were left without a partner. And some of the younger men had apparently taken a fancy to her, they weren't even trying to hide it. They would sometimes follow her around, or at their worst, wait for her to take a shower and follow. There were no private showers here, that luxury had been lost over six years ago. So now there were the communal showers. Casey had been wanting to say something about it, but she couldn't exactly forbid them to do that. But she also knew they wouldn't ever lift a finger against her, they were all too afraid of Lummox, he would rip them in half before they could even yell help. And somewhere, in the deepest parts of her mind, she was also somewhat flattered by the idea that men were even interested in her besides her power to build just about anything.
She continued her way through the narrow, hormone filled corridors, until she came upon a large metal door just like hers. A small sign with 'Green room' written crudely on it hung next to it. She opened the door and went inside, this had always been the room she understood the least of. Troughs with plants stood in rows, each containing some kind of vegetable. It was essentially a green house, only underground. Seemingly impossible, if it wasn't for the second person to keep this toko running. "Heya Sprinkler." Casey said jokingly. A boy around her age looked up and smiled "I really wish you would stop calling me that." Dennis was another mutant survivor from Roslyn, both him and Casey knew each other pretty well. The reason his nickname is Sprinkler, or sometimes Tinkler, is because of his power. Dennis has the ability to conjure up fresh water, but with the kind of power that could knock a person down, no, this was more of a soft trickle like you would get from a faucet. Before all this happened, the kids always made fun of him, calling him useless and whatnot. But Dennis is now their main source of fresh water, as well as keeping the greens nice and healthy. Guess the kids were wrong.
"I take it you're here for the AC in storage?" he asked. Casey noticed him glancing over her body once, he was also one of the few 'unlucky' ones to not get a woman. "Yeah, probably just some leafs or a animal or something. Nothing a quick Stalker wont fix." She replied as she made her way towards the back of the room, where the storage was. "Hey... Euhm, C?" He was the only one who had ever given her a nickname, and he was also the only one who was allowed to do so as far as Casey was concerned. She stopped and turned around, it was always amusing to see Dennis get all flustered about things, he was an old fashioned gentlemen. "Me and the guys, we're gonna hang out tonight... Wanna join us?" A small blush covered his face, which made Casey smile. "Sure, but first let me fix this little problem here." She said pointing towards the room behind her. "Oh, oh right of course... I'll just, I'll just get back to work then." He turned around again, but Casey had seen him beam.
The storage room was exactly what the name implies, a room where they stored their food. It was the room that had to be kept the coldest, so a AC was of great importance. Sadly, it kept blocking up with things. Dust, leafs, a poor critter, too much and the vents would get blocked, which overheated the machine. Casey sighed "Lummox, gimme a boost." The hulking machine didn't even hesitate as it folded it massive hands into something Casey could stand on. He slowly lifted her into the air, until she could reach the air vent. She unfastened two screw to allow the vent to hang from its hinges, before getting out the power glove. A small holographic menu popped up, showing all the things it had in it's database. This ranged from the droids to simple tool such as screwdrivers.
Casey picked a Stalker from her database, it materialized in a manner that would make many sci-fi fans wet their pants. It moved into the air vent, the holographic menu now replaced by it's vision. "Ah yes, there we go... again the leafs." the grainy video feed clearly showed the roster being blocked by all manner of leafs. It didn't take long to remove them, the Stalkers were very apt at that. Once the little mechanical monkey was out again, de-materializing in yet another spectacular manner, Casey rebooted the system, which sprung to life with a satisfying whir. Cold air soon blew on her face as Lummox let her down again.
Casey sat down on a crate and grabbed an apple. Lummox let out a few clicks and whirs "Payment for some good work." she said as she took a bite. The cool air felt so nice on her skin, how long had it been since she had gone outside? Months? Years? She sighed "I don't even remember what sunlight feels like."