Next Sub-arc: Huntly Mine
- Okay, thanks for contacting me. I will arrange for a one-week accommodation for you in Perth, from 11 December to 18 December 2050. The visit to Huntly Mine will be guided by one of my people at the University of New South Wales from the applied science department. But why do you suddenly want to visit our bauxite mines? - My company is importing minerals, and I am asked to go around to check the quality of the ores in some places that the bosses ask me to visit. Sorry for bothering you near the end of the year. - Don't fret yourself about it. It has been quite long since you contacted me. Bye then. - Bye! I shut the holographic video call. The person that was on the screen is one of my classmates during university, Issac. He studied with me at Tokyo University, but after graduation, he decided to work as a professor in material science in Australia, where he had access to resources such as mineral ores and synthetic materials. We have been i
The bar becomes a mess, with all the gunshots scattering around, damaging the furniture inside. The bar is built with bulletproof and soundproof materials, so the bartender freely goes rampaging inside. We run to hide behind some tables. Luckily they are also bulletproof. The bartender slowly walks towards us, with the menacing barrel directed towards our table. I take out the photon shotgun SG-01 and quickly reload it with a full photon shell tube. Contrary to its brothers in the photon series, photon shotguns are generally not as strong as projectile shotguns, but that is the point. We need to keep that person alive. Mirai throws a flash grenade towards the bartender. It detonates and makes his vision blank. With the built-in propeller in her legs, Mirai kicks the table straight into the bartender's face. The table flies at him and breaks in half. I embrace the opportunity and shoot at his right hand. The impact blows his rifle away. I leap at the bartender, holding him down an
The second day of the trip to Australia comes. It is early in the morning, when one can still see the faint image of the moon in the sky. And yet, someone is interrupting my sleep. Someone that everybody in the world knows. - Wake up. We need to prepare for the expedition to Huntly Mine. Their people will arrive at the hotel to pick us up at eight sharp. - Mirai is throwing a pillow at me, who is currently half-awake and trying to hold his ground on the bed. For a freelancer whose life is always threatened by unexpected project invitations and weird customer demands, getting to sleep in bed is nothing less than a brutal fight with time. And now, as a self-proclaimed hero, there is no difference. - No... Five more minutes... - I cover myself with the blanket. - After drinking that big jar of draft beer and getting back to the hotel, you immediately pass out, and I have to bring you to bed. And it was only like nine o'clock. - Mirai complains and throws a
We are put in a very passive situation. I do not carry any weapon, and Mirai obviously cannot reach out to the tablet. We need to keep a low profile to enter the mine, yet push comes to shove, and now, we seem to have no choice. I try to make eye contact with Mirai, but she seems like she has an idea in mind. No, the overwhelming confidence on that calm face means that she has planned for the worst-case scenario. - Oh, sorry. The thing is that I lost my left arm in a car accident. My arm is currently replaced with a metallic prosthetic one. Here. Mirai detaches her left arm. She holds the arm with her right hand and brings it towards the screening gate. It beeps (obviously). The officer still raises his eyebrows in suspicion, while Mirai is attaching her left arm back. Eye to eye with him, with gleaming sincerity, Mirai is trying to guilt-trip the officer into believing in her narrative. - OK, I can believe you regarding that. - He sighs. - But just in case,
After about ten minutes, a train arrives at our station. As expected, it is just the driver's carriage when you look at it from the outside. After the door opens, Albert signals us to step in. I withdraw my thoughts. The interior of the train is upgraded to match the standards of a commercial train, even more luxurious than a typical commercial train. There is air conditioning and air filters installed, and even the tiniest details are spotless. The carriage contains the driver's chamber, which takes half of the space of the carriage, partially separated by the table area, taking the other half. Albert enters the driver's chamber and scans his card on the receptor placed in the centre of the steering wheel to register a driver. After that, the set of buttons and levers emerges beside his driver's seat. He presses a button. We hear a long beeping sound, then the engine starts working. Yeah, this train has definitely been around since the twentieth century. It is shaking from a
Without the stations operating, the train still can move, but it will not be long, maybe five minutes, before it actually runs out of energy. And to mention, just by maintaining this temperature inside this carriage already takes a lot of energy. - OK, I will close the train door and turn off all electrical appliances to preserve our energy source. Albert turns off all lights and air conditioners. The carriage joins the eternal darkness, with a pinch of dim, red light, of the vast underground factories. By common sense, or specifically, some physics knowledge and maths equations, I know that it would not take long, before our body temperature make this last haven of coolness into a heat cage. We seriously stand no choice, if this power cut is not fixed in a short time. And at this very moment, it has been some "short time" passing. Albert has attempted to contact the support team, but since all of the entrances connecting the underground facility and the ground level
The explosion blasts the door towards us, and Albert, who stands directly in front of the door, gets concussed with arguably tens of kilogram of lead and platinum (to block off heat and radiation). He collapses onto the ground. - Don't even know if I should call it a blessing in disguise... Mirai, can you perform first aid and drag him to a safe corner? - I talk to Mirai. - Can. Mirai checks his vitals, then takes out a sleeping bag. She places his passed out body inside it, and drags the sleeping bag to a corner that looks protected even if the station collapses. Then, we inspect the door. - This bomb is definitely newly placed here. Just look at the remnants. - I point at the open end contact point of the door with the wall. - Agree. This bomb is just a typical type that does not do enough damage to destroy a structure, but can do something like killing a person in close range. Realising that the bomb does not give off any valuable in
With the toys in my backpack, my job is to hold the Intruder for five minutes. I am backed with a photon shotgun, tactical grenades and two drones that continuously fly on top of me, fending off any projectiles. The Intruder starts the show with a scatter shot from his pistol, sending twenty or more red pellets bouncing around the hallway, but then they all head to my place. I snap my finger, and the two drones block the bullets by flaming the area in front of me, burning the red pellets into self-detonation. Then, I charge forward with my loaded shotgun. I press the trigger as my sight aligns with his head and my spectacles signal me to shoot, but then the powerful electromagnetic energy packed in the photon pellets gets blocked when he raises his left arm, blocking them. The shirt is torn, but then his arm is still intact thanks to the armour. I jump back, right before he fires another round of bouncing bullets. The drones shoot down some of them, but almost half passes