Snippet #1987657

Thomas stood next to the window in his office on the third story of the main complex, gazing below the city and people below him. The city was a marvel to behold, it was the very essence of creativity and commerce. They had to be very creative about their surplus and trash during the time they have been locked away from the rest of the world. They had gotten a jump on reuse and recycling nearly all things.

Nearly everyone had a small garden somewhere on their property as well as community ones for those stuck in apartment buildings. There were thousands of large barrels about the city to catch rainwater to use in gardens, some even adapted that water to use inside the house. After the machine was perfected the Haala were able to gain raw materials for useful items such as solar panels, wool, and other things.

Cars were no longer of use since they were unable to bring in gasoline and oils in and most had been dismantled and used for other more practical means, namely the machine that was housed in the basement of the complex. It was a fail safe to ensure the continuation of the colony. It was used sparely at first to make sure the hosts body could withstand the effects of the power forces behind it. With all great power, came a lot of rules, and the sphere didn't come with instructions. Thomas knew what it was the moment he laid eyes on it, thanks to the core's memories. The whole concept, hope for the best, prepare for the worst was alive in him.

That thought lead him back to the present, and the agreement to open up the community to the human neighbors. He knew it was the only way for the colony to expand their knowledge of this world and the people in it. He also feared that it would end them in a horrific way. As of right now, there were several in the sleep as the fledgling and human become one, he could feel the anticipation of the general population about these new arrivals. He also had the bubbling inside him, which was always dampened by his concern for his people and their future. He closed his eyes and let out a long breath, he felt the whispering of the five minds skittering against his. "I worry," he stated.

Amusement rolled through his mind from the only female of the five which caused him to shiver. "You always worry," she answered him.

"Messenger Thomas," a voice called from behind the closed door a soft knock sounded, before it opened.

"Yes?" He said turning toward his adviser, who was wearing her favorite cream colored pant suit.

She smiled at him, clasping her hands in front of her. "The new host is waking."