I am no means a writer, but I have some ideas for this and think it could go well.
Enjoy and help me do better.
I ask Why.
There was The Almighty. And we all work for him. But the first question that us young Indonians always ask is what is The Almighty, all the old Indonians say is that, when he is mad the world shakes and when the world shakes we die, the collapse of shaft 245.69 was still fresh in my memory. The second question that we ask is, what is on the surface? There is no answer to that question.
I am Indonian #318,125,111 but the numbers are hard to remember, my friends refer to me as Crayak. They say they say it’s the noise I make when I discover a good vein of plutonium but I disagree. I call them friends for lack of a better word, for we are all miners, and scientists for The Almighty and we don’t have time for much else. It has always been a mystery to me why The Almighty, one with the infinite power of the world we live on and one we worship would want us learn and mine metals for him, it was true that the metals were used for statues to praise him, but most went into computers and machines to mine more metal, Crayak was a name to remember.
“CRAYAK!” my supervisor was yelling at me it was a strange time for me to be thinking about our culture, you see I was different I actually wondered, quite unlike most Indonians, “you missed your quota for lithium last cycle, if you don’t stop slacking I will weld your eye to the machine your operate.”
When old Indonians die, most die at a young age though from mining, it is physically tiresome work, they are incased in worthless metal and their bodies are dropped below. There are lava pits and other planetary things below, we do not mine below, it is too dangerous. Everyday I mine metals for The advancement of the Indonian race and for The Almighty although this isn’t true for some Indonians, others are scientists sometimes I am jealous of the scientist, but my work is easy on the mind. When we are born we are chosen to be one of the other.
“Yes sir,”
I blinked my eye as I pushed through the dirt and rock with the Inscar, it is a digging machine that connects to my body and is controlled with my mind, to avoid wasting time with learning how to use the machine instructions on it are downloaded straight to my brain when needed. This is also done with the scientist at an early age, to keep progressing forward toward the goal. What that goal is, we don’t know. The prophet of The Almighty knows, but he isn’t to tell us, and I have never seen him as he lives attached to the throne.
The throne was a direct connection to all the Indonian computers and to The Almighty himself, it is probably the easiest job there is, sit on the throne, and every 1000 cycles you deliver a message, and the message has never changed, more digging, more worshiping of The almighty.
I was pushing further and further down, going further down then I would normally, I needed to meet 1000 kilograms of lithium or I would be welded, I wouldn’t put it past my supervisor to put in the order. But as I pressed something strange happened, it started to get cool around me, and there was light shining from the rock ahead!
“Ah yes the Lithium, perfect.”
I liquidized the rock with the shock welder on the front of the Inscar, and I then used the tool to vacuum the liquefied rock into the tanks where it hardens into normal rock and can be removed, this makes there no need to turn around during work, so we can just keep pressing forward. But since I had what I needed I dumped my rock at the materials plant, which is quite far from the tunnel I was in but it is my duty to so I don’t complain.
“ATTENTION MINERS, NEW DOWNLOADS ARE REQUIRED FOR PUSHING FORWARD, REPORT TO THE RE-EDUCATION TUNNEL AFTER FILLING YOUR QUOTA.”
