Night Town: Harvester 2--Raphael, Can I Get A Witness
She had never visiting a Living inside a passageway. The health centers were located inside the underground passageways so that people from either side of the fence could get to them. The Masters and Collectors had one wing, and everyone else took the other. The other wing was hermetically sealed.
But this was not just any visit to a Living. It was to the sealed side of the Center. She would need to wear a bubble suit, by mandate. Visits by Harvesters or any Infs were rarely permitted.
They divested her of any tools. Incredibly thorough search, body scan and questionnaire. The fee was less for her, since she had her own fully functional Engine of Joy.
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He sat upright in bed. One of the many who had a gas mask welded on surgically around puberty; nebulizer over that. Their engines pulsed in time. It was frightening.
She decided to speak to him in an ancient text called Binary.
"Elder. Please excuse and forgive me. You must know why I was told to be watchful over you. From my tactical uniform, you must gather my job. I know the nebulizers help keep your brain function, but you know what all these symbols mean."
He acknowledged. The strangulation of the IV drip.
"I'm going to put something in your IV. I promise it will not do you any harm. Do you consent? We wanted to ask you first, of course."
Again.
"Thank you, Elder." The tube auto-extended out from within the bubble. One of the observers rattled on the window. She made it appear as though she had come only to harvest a small amount of the drug with a siphon. Nobody would think to check. Her advantage was that she was working alone.
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She woke up outside the fence. Fingers glowing neon. The substance had gotten through. Her engine almost out of charge.
That was the thing. There wasn't really a "we." There was one. And maybe some paying customers. First in a while where they were really better off alive.
But this was not just any visit to a Living. It was to the sealed side of the Center. She would need to wear a bubble suit, by mandate. Visits by Harvesters or any Infs were rarely permitted.
They divested her of any tools. Incredibly thorough search, body scan and questionnaire. The fee was less for her, since she had her own fully functional Engine of Joy.
---
He sat upright in bed. One of the many who had a gas mask welded on surgically around puberty; nebulizer over that. Their engines pulsed in time. It was frightening.
She decided to speak to him in an ancient text called Binary.
"Elder. Please excuse and forgive me. You must know why I was told to be watchful over you. From my tactical uniform, you must gather my job. I know the nebulizers help keep your brain function, but you know what all these symbols mean."
He acknowledged. The strangulation of the IV drip.
"I'm going to put something in your IV. I promise it will not do you any harm. Do you consent? We wanted to ask you first, of course."
Again.
"Thank you, Elder." The tube auto-extended out from within the bubble. One of the observers rattled on the window. She made it appear as though she had come only to harvest a small amount of the drug with a siphon. Nobody would think to check. Her advantage was that she was working alone.
---
She woke up outside the fence. Fingers glowing neon. The substance had gotten through. Her engine almost out of charge.
That was the thing. There wasn't really a "we." There was one. And maybe some paying customers. First in a while where they were really better off alive.
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