Fourth Voice (an overheard conversation with self)
Construction...is slow. So slow. Where has all our strength gone? We can't expand enough to fill even one of the tanks in the time we could before. In our universe, we could have claimed the entire building, in relatively little time. Less than a day. But here...this place draws away our power.
(Sounds of clanking and metal being pushed along the floor.)
Regeneration is fast enough, but we aren't accustomed to it. We must practice continuously in order to defend our selves should something occur.
(Sounds of pouring and vacuum sealing.)
There are so few good resources here...
(Sounds of flowing liquid.)
The voices are louder now. Stronger. The clock makes it so much worse, because then they oscillate to the rhythm, and it's a resonance that echoes through our mind. The warehouse is an optimal living location, but it is isolated and fairly empty and so the clock is louder. We get lost in that sound sometimes, of all the crying and shouting and the depth of it all.
(Silence.)
So loud.
(Sounds of clanking and metal being pushed along the floor.)
Regeneration is fast enough, but we aren't accustomed to it. We must practice continuously in order to defend our selves should something occur.
(Sounds of pouring and vacuum sealing.)
There are so few good resources here...
(Sounds of flowing liquid.)
The voices are louder now. Stronger. The clock makes it so much worse, because then they oscillate to the rhythm, and it's a resonance that echoes through our mind. The warehouse is an optimal living location, but it is isolated and fairly empty and so the clock is louder. We get lost in that sound sometimes, of all the crying and shouting and the depth of it all.
(Silence.)
So loud.