And what I do is... lumberjacking?
Three weeks. That's about how long I've been stuck here, now, and it's starting to sink in.
I've been stuck more'n a few places, over the years. Hell, I once spent a while in a pit with a roster of poor saps filling me full of holes with a machine gun every time I tried to move.
I say poor saps because that didn't work out too hot for them.
But this joint is a lot less straight-forward. No one to hit Least, not in a productive way. Might end up doing it anyway, just to pass the time.
Because there's going to be a lot of time to pass. That's what's sinking in. This isn't going to have an easy out. Lot of smart people stuck here, and they don't seem to be making any headway; I've done what I can, which is do a lot of recon. Not to be down on their skills, but sometimes the geeks can miss what's right in front of them because they're too busy thinking their way through their problems. It'd be just like them to miss some hidden bunker full of controls for this whole damn place.
Nothing, though, and I had a good look. Unless it's magically hidden, in which case there ain't a damn thing I can do, 'specially with my senses knocked out.
Probably should scope out the other island, next, but I have something else in mind. I've been sleeping rough - I'm not exactly eager to go sleeping in the tailor-made facility, because I'm damned if I'm going to make it easy to keep track of me - and I could keep that up, but if this is the long-haul, hell, might as well scrounge up some digs for myself.
Lot of huts, even a few treehouses. Not my style.
I found myself an axe and some other tools, and I'm cutting down trees, about as far away from anyone else's little community as I can manage without bunking down with the dinosaurs. Figure I'll put together a little log cabin. I don't give a #@$% if it's not appropriate for the climate, I'm sticking with it.
I've been stuck more'n a few places, over the years. Hell, I once spent a while in a pit with a roster of poor saps filling me full of holes with a machine gun every time I tried to move.
I say poor saps because that didn't work out too hot for them.
But this joint is a lot less straight-forward. No one to hit Least, not in a productive way. Might end up doing it anyway, just to pass the time.
Because there's going to be a lot of time to pass. That's what's sinking in. This isn't going to have an easy out. Lot of smart people stuck here, and they don't seem to be making any headway; I've done what I can, which is do a lot of recon. Not to be down on their skills, but sometimes the geeks can miss what's right in front of them because they're too busy thinking their way through their problems. It'd be just like them to miss some hidden bunker full of controls for this whole damn place.
Nothing, though, and I had a good look. Unless it's magically hidden, in which case there ain't a damn thing I can do, 'specially with my senses knocked out.
Probably should scope out the other island, next, but I have something else in mind. I've been sleeping rough - I'm not exactly eager to go sleeping in the tailor-made facility, because I'm damned if I'm going to make it easy to keep track of me - and I could keep that up, but if this is the long-haul, hell, might as well scrounge up some digs for myself.
Lot of huts, even a few treehouses. Not my style.
I found myself an axe and some other tools, and I'm cutting down trees, about as far away from anyone else's little community as I can manage without bunking down with the dinosaurs. Figure I'll put together a little log cabin. I don't give a #@$% if it's not appropriate for the climate, I'm sticking with it.