Norrin Radd
Greenlighter
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- Oct 15, 2013
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Trent often thought about the Pacific, as strange as that was, here under miles of solid rock. He often played old Beach Boys videos with the soundtrack switched over to Hendrix.
"Will the wind ever remember,
all the names it has blown in the past?
With it's crush, it's old age, and it's wisdom,
It whispers no, this will be the last."
It was a straight up nostalgia trip for sure, made the more-so by the fact that Trent had never even seen the Pacific, as he had been born after the so-called "Proof of Good Faith" conflict between the major powers (and, therefore, after the time in which people were allowed to travel west of the Mississippi River).
Trent switched over on the telescreen and got a news report about the Biosphere Reconstruction Project. It looked like it was behind schedule again. All leaves topside had apparently been delayed due to radiation leaks in the surface dome. Terminal Beach was closed until further notice.
Trent switched over again and got an infotainment show called SubRoutine. They were debating the so-called "mine shaft gap" with the Russians which threatened to put pressure on next year's budget.
He got up and went into the bathroom. Behind the mirror was his bottle of Acceptinol, issued once a month by the Ministry of Plenty. As he reached for it, a small telescreen in the medicine cabinet came on.
"Is there a problem, number six?"
"Not a problem exactly...I...I just need something a little stronger."
"Stay where you are number six. Help is on the way."
"Will the wind ever remember,
all the names it has blown in the past?
With it's crush, it's old age, and it's wisdom,
It whispers no, this will be the last."
It was a straight up nostalgia trip for sure, made the more-so by the fact that Trent had never even seen the Pacific, as he had been born after the so-called "Proof of Good Faith" conflict between the major powers (and, therefore, after the time in which people were allowed to travel west of the Mississippi River).
Trent switched over on the telescreen and got a news report about the Biosphere Reconstruction Project. It looked like it was behind schedule again. All leaves topside had apparently been delayed due to radiation leaks in the surface dome. Terminal Beach was closed until further notice.
Trent switched over again and got an infotainment show called SubRoutine. They were debating the so-called "mine shaft gap" with the Russians which threatened to put pressure on next year's budget.
He got up and went into the bathroom. Behind the mirror was his bottle of Acceptinol, issued once a month by the Ministry of Plenty. As he reached for it, a small telescreen in the medicine cabinet came on.
"Is there a problem, number six?"
"Not a problem exactly...I...I just need something a little stronger."
"Stay where you are number six. Help is on the way."
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