The fat mayor clears his throat. "Good morning, «New Residents». Welco to this humble settlent, «Nustown». We ask you to forget about any grudge or animosity carried within yourselves, and integrate harmoniously with your new ho".
Confusion could spread among all the newcors, but the cow woman, «Vallicca», provides basic directions to move within Nustown, and reach our designated personal accomodations.
No one moves, perating the square with a heavy atmosphere that, with sheer pressure, could knockout anyone who possess a feeble will.
Though no hostility sprouts in the area, the newcors simply take off the loose rustic clothes they received over their attires, including .
Esbeth, Itzel and Natvoshka hints us to regroup, scouting around to get an idea of the settlent’s layout.
Which doesn’t takes us long, because we are inside of an artificial do that only gives the illusion of being in the open air.
This is corroborated by Ines’s Gaseous Summons, crashing against the top, moving across the vaulted periter, interfering with the projection in the structure’s panels, revealing the construction is underwater, but not too deep, as natural sunlight provides colour to illuminate the liquid.
{We must prevail over the «Tide»?. I hope it doesn’t refer to a tsunami...}.
Dissatisfied with the apparent confinent in which all of us are. We decide to visit our designated quarters.
Despite the dievalist exterior of the building, the interior’s design is astonishing advanced, not far from a luxurious modern penthouse. Just imitating wood, leather and organic materials. Replacing them with synthetic polyrs and alloys that surpass the tallurgical level possessed by Clamour in Loutharn. Or perhaps are above the capabilities of my original world, Azthea.
In the living room next to the entrance, a dark-skinned damsel is sitting on a chair, bored while reading a book, her green eyes showing signals of slumber and apathy.
A yawn escapes her, closing the book, tucking a lock of her talized maroon hair behind her ear, her gaze darting to our arriving Triskelion, rising her interest. "All of you are new faces in this forsaken «Utopia»".
She almost spits while saying the last word, showing her displeasure towards living in Nustown. "My Na is Yarunna. Welco to «Loop Land», where everyone repeats their days, until they are bored, or their wit’s collapse along their lives".
She stands up, walking to the staircase. "I would flirt to entice any of you to invite out for a nice dinner. But i’m tired, that is what happens when you don’t have a schedule, or anything to live for. Besides, the food here is unlimited, exotic and free. Yet, if you need anything that doesn’t represent a threat from soone else’s life, you can probably obtain it from the «Printer» in the back area of the Diner room in the Communal Hall".
Yarunna continues climbing upstairs, her ass swaying marvelously until she disappears from my natural sight, though the silhouette of her thermal signature allows to admire her longer, but not for much, the structure that is apparently made of wood, serving to impede my sight.
{In the Relativistic Portal. I could see through the thick stone. That doesn’t happen here. Is solely because of the material?. Or related to the overall Level of this world?}.
"It seems like she cast a srizing spell on you, Little Volttair". Jokes Natvoshka, giving a pat on my back’s trapezoid, sliding her hand up to my shoulder, giving it a few squeezes.
{The won of Loutharn really have a certain fascination with my muscles}.
Ines interjects. "That’s to be expected from him, a Lustful Beast only knows how to follow the most basic instincts".
"Yarunna has a nice ass". I retort. "No doubt in that, Barking Bitch. But my interest is on what she said about acquiring objects to live here. Referring to a three-dinsional printer. Or to an energy-in-matter converter".
Enstor snorts mockingly. "«Synthesizers» are hypothetical. They would generate imnse heat, smoldering themselves, destroying the infrastructure right after turning it on".
"True". I admit. "But we have Stats and Gifts. Both able to bypass the limitations imposed by the laws of thermodynamics".
"Perv and Need". Remarks Enstor with grudgeful fury. "You’re so lucky to born in a family that can arrange a marriage for you. Or you could never get a wife. And according to Danaika, you’ll lose that Fiancée in the Coliseum this weekend".
"You an, «Pyrite», The Wig Seller?. What can possibly know her?. A debtor who froze her ovaries and barely survived the Crossroad Amalgam by lting snow to boil it with her Emts?. The hypothermia make her more delusional?. Or she learn to infect others with her stupidity?".
All my questions go unanswered. Showing Enstor is retorting to silence, wanting to gain moral ground.
"Crossroad Amalgam with extrely cold weather?". Inquires Esbeth, her serious expression hardening almost as much as Itzel and the second black haired Iscandaris, «Inaaya».
Esbeth close her hands into tight fists, her strength squeaking the leather of her thick gloves. "Trok’Gayian is not a place to talk lightly of. There is no food and the Carrion Owl Gunners are always prowling from week prey. Surviving deserves nothing less than complints and reverence".
I move back to the entrance. "Tell them, Ines. This idiotic weaklings are unworthy of my ti. Especially The Decaffeinated Peanut, or whatever the term is for those of his ilk (Decolored Peasant)".
I stop before going out. "You know about high tech. Don’t you?. Yet, you couldn’t obseve the violet sky of Trok’Gayian, the damned green circle of light hovering in the air, and determine you were in a pole, walking in the opposite direction to reach the equator?. Imbecile".
Exiting the building, i head to the Communal Hall. The large chamber is equipped with a buffet bar, showcasing individual dishes and drinks that are presented over a treadmill.
The residents are not friendly, but they are polite and ordered. Taking als, eating, and return the tableware and utensils they employ to the sa treadmill.
Following this machine, i reach a door, but no one stops when i enter to what i suppose is the kitchen.
Nevertheless, i encounter no chef, if not an hyper advanced Ginoroid operating the complex system that materialize, the food and containers the residents of Nustown need...
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