Interest in being down here has considerably waned, and for that I don't blame anybody. Oh, we've still got our intrepid explorers and hackers and morbidly curious, but the rush of the first month has diminished. It's early morning, I've got one of the monitoring shifts nobody else wanted, effectively alone until one of the tubes fills quickly with liquid, its bottom opens, and a new face drifts up from below.
This is the first time I've been down here for a new arrival, but I've run through the motions, practiced enough times that despite the jolt of adrenaline, I manage to get the woman out smoothly enough. She collapses before I can do much else, and yeah, my heart rate definitely ticks up at that.
She has no pulse, but her skin is ice-cold — Cadaver cold, actually, not a hint of warmth, and as I start to go through the motions of turning her over and checking vitals, the single cryptic word she'd uttered clicks. This isn't a conclusion I ever might have expected to make, back home. But here, with vampires and plant-guys and zombies? A robot doesn't seem that far-fetched.
It takes some time, a lot longer than I am even remotely comfortable with under the circumstances. The port in her side confirms my theory, and while I can't be sure, the resulting scramble to cobble together a working charging cable feels like it takes at least twenty minutes. Not knowing anything about her technology, I'm hesitant to cut into her out of fear I might damage something delicate, but I manage to get a connection — Or at least I think I do. Now, I guess I just wait.
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This is the first time I've been down here for a new arrival, but I've run through the motions, practiced enough times that despite the jolt of adrenaline, I manage to get the woman out smoothly enough. She collapses before I can do much else, and yeah, my heart rate definitely ticks up at that.
She has no pulse, but her skin is ice-cold — Cadaver cold, actually, not a hint of warmth, and as I start to go through the motions of turning her over and checking vitals, the single cryptic word she'd uttered clicks. This isn't a conclusion I ever might have expected to make, back home. But here, with vampires and plant-guys and zombies? A robot doesn't seem that far-fetched.
It takes some time, a lot longer than I am even remotely comfortable with under the circumstances. The port in her side confirms my theory, and while I can't be sure, the resulting scramble to cobble together a working charging cable feels like it takes at least twenty minutes. Not knowing anything about her technology, I'm hesitant to cut into her out of fear I might damage something delicate, but I manage to get a connection — Or at least I think I do. Now, I guess I just wait.