Chapter 68: Broken Things

Chapter 68: Broken Things

Someone was screaming. It was very loud, so loud Milo couldn't ignore it. It sounded like Shifty. Another person screamed in short, sharp bursts. Many people were sitting around him, hugging their knees with eyes closed repeating the same thing over and over. Beep .Beep. Beep

Waking from the dream, Milo slammed the lid of the pod open and lay gulping in air as his mind tried to shift from the game to reality. Two klaxons were going off, trying to get his attention. Other systems were flashing lights and giving off the steady beep, beep that said 'I'm important, but it can wait a little...maybe'.

As he got up and started moving to his screens, the sounds automatically decreased in volume. His systems still wanted attention, but they knew he was awake. He looked at his list of trouble spots, and was horrified. What the hell were these people thinking? They were barely supplying their own power, and instead they were tapping into the sections that still had power production, including his. Fresh water was also being syphoned, and wastewater returned rather than cleaned.

Sewage and garbage were the worst. They were simply using other sections as garbage dumps. One of his big drops was being used to send trash and sewage down to the lowest levels. This was the most urgent problem.

On the bright side, they were repairing the lighting, and the cameral systems. Milo made a few adjustments and added the new camera system to his information gathering systems. He spent ten minutes going from camera to camera, playing the video at 10x normal speed while he sent commands to his systems. They were getting ready for something larger, and wanted to talk about it. A stage backed by large screens was set up in one of the larger green areas. It looked like a park rather than the dead jungle it had been a week ago. Communication cables were being run up to the roof and a new uplink dish had been installed. He made notes to hack into the system, it might be better than what he had now.

He didn't have time to go investigate further, so he started throwing spanners into the systems. If they had found it convenient to steal from Section E, then he was going to make it less convenient.

He found solutions, but then spent more time to make things look like a series of bad engineering decisions and flawed machinery. Humans tended to form ideas first, and then when machines told them differently, they still held onto those ideas. In this case, they were going to be sure the problem was with the temporary system of hydrogen fuel cells they had installed. There was only one technician monitoring the system, Milo sent a looped feed to his screens showing that everything was working just fine. In two hours when things went wrong, the regular and back-up videos would receive a command from his console to erase themselves.

Production of energy, and flow of hydrogen were both increased far beyond what was needed. The cells began to overheat. The cooling system for the area shut off, and instead the heating system turned on. The stored energy was sent to the electrical system in pulses. At first it wasn't noticeable, but toward the last few minutes the lights would begin to flare and dim. Then the power cells gave one last pulse of energy before they quit adding power to the grid altogether and began to overheat. If hydrogen cells get to hot, they become useless. These were getting very hot.

Simultaneously to the last pulse, Milo had the lights flare as bright as they could. Fire alarms went off and sprinkler systems voided the rotten, rusty water in their pipes down onto millions of dollars of new equipment. A huge amount of energy from section E hit three transforming units that Milo had been prepping for overload at the same time as the pulse. All three gave a loud hum, and exploded, plunging many areas into darkness.

Concurrent to this happening, Milo had two of his modified clog eaters working their way through the pipes to the pumping station sending filth into his section. The wastewater he could use and recycle. The sewage and liquified garbage he didn't want. Clog eaters were a special type of robot that could do a lot more than chew through clogs. They could also chew through the interior mechanisms of a pumping station until it stopping working. Most of the machinery was corroded and soft. It didn't take much to snap it apart. Their work done; his little robots retreated back behind the line of Section E.

Milo had only taken 20 minutes to set all this up. It was hurried, but he needed to get back to the game. For some reason he was knocked out and not dead. He had to be ready to get back to finding a way to stop a World Boss. His last act before logging back into the game was to send out orders for a variety of materials from less-than-legal manufacturers of body armor, prosthetics, and explosives.

Milo didn't know what was happening next door. But dumping a sewer into his section in meant WAR! And he was going to be prepared.

Oh, two things! He needed another order of cheese, and a box of crackers.

"Oh god, the boss is going to be pissed!" The comment captured the essential feelings of all the technicians present. They were desperately trying to find out what had happened, and to rig some emergency lighting. They ran out of time when a large group of people walked into the room. Several of them were the senior technicians and engineers on the project. All of them had been in a meeting with the board of directors. The meeting had been onsite and was to end with a viewing of what they had so far accomplished and a preview of the event happening in two days. That event was certainly delayed.

Seven technicians, three engineers, two architects, four lawyers, eight bodyguards, four members of the board, and the chairman descended onto the hapless group of lower-level techs. A babble of voices broke out, asking questions all at once. The chairman let it continue for a minute and then cleared his voice. "Let's try this one at a time. You, tell me your name, your station, and your observations."

The technician took a second to realize everyone was looking at him and then began talking. There was a rumor that the boss could be merciful if you were absolutely truthful and didn't try to shift the blame. "Jerry Olchek, sir. I monitor the output of the hydrogen cells, and the room they are in. It's usually pretty straight forward, with a small adjustment now and then. We started seeing some electrical problems a couple of hours ago. Lights flickering, small stuff. But each time the grid adjusted and it went away. The power from the fuel cells was dead normal, temperatures normal, nothing out of the ordinary. Then all hell broke loose, the lights flared, there was a large electrical surge, and then the transformers blew up." He paused. When he had nothing else to say, the boss went on to someone else.

Eventually, reports came in. Three transformers were blown, half the lights were destroyed and needed replacing. No damage to the communication and uplink system. A stroke of luck there. The hydrogen fuel cells were a total loss. Temperatures had soared in the storage room, destroying the storage batteries and generation equipment. Again, some luck in that there had been no leaks of the hydrogen fuel. The tanks had shut down as they should.

The chairman, John Sabbatino, had questions. "Can someone tell me how long it would take, even operating full bore, for fuel cells to melt down?" A few tablets came out, and calculations done. "About 1.2 hours sir. Quicker if the cooling system wasn't on. Not at all if we knew it was happening and could have shut things down and vented the heat out of the area."

"Please check Mr. Olchek's log. I'm sure it will show us what we need to know."

Jerry was helpful with the chore. He knew what he had seen. But the files weren't there. He found himself out of his seat and placed between two bodyguards. After another half hour, a senior technician told what he had found. "Just after the power surge, someone working at this station erased the last 12 hours of surveillance tapes, and the back-ups. We don't have the uplink completely finished so the data was all stored on-site."

Unaware of just how much chaos he was about to cause, Milo logged into the game. Everything was black and fuzzy for a moment, and then he regained his senses in game. He hurt all over. Someone was pouring a healing potion down his throat. Then a piece of cheese got stuck in his mouth. He sat up chewing and groaning as it felt like every muscle hurt.

"Don't move fast. I don't know how you two idiots are alive, but it's just barely." Belinda was by his side, looking exhausted. She turned to her other patient, who turned out to be Shifty. Shifty didn't look good. There were makeshift splits on arms and legs, and sandbags held his body from moving. His face was pasty white and his breathing just a small whisper.

Belinda turned to him. "I don't know what all is going on, but I need you and your freaky bone magic to help me or he's going to die. I've done some spells, but I can't get a healing potion down him."

"And we need to know what you know about the beasty." Two-Screws was sitting nearby. He had a large dent in the side of his helmet and he was trying to hammer it out. How his head survived, Milo had no clue.

Belinda was adamant. "Talk and heal. I've been doing both non-stop for an hour. The raid is about to start. We looked all over for you and just found you."

Milo touched Shifty and immediately felt overwhelming guilt for bringing the brave scout on this mission. His spine and ribs were a jigsaw puzzle of shattered bone. Milo made a decision. Report first, because healing wouldn't let him concentrate on anything else. He continued to catalog all of the injured dwarf's injuries as he gave Two-Screws the info.

"It's amazingly tough. It eats stone constantly to regrow armor, and the armor falls off to make new lurkers. They shouldn't be more than a distraction though. Underneath the stone is a core of ultra-hard crystal. My weapon could barely touch it even after dozens of hits. I don't think most any adventurer under Tier 4 is going to do much to the crystal, but they can strip her ablative armor, and keep the new lurkers forming."

"But that's not the real problem. It likes to shatter rock around it, and anyone nearby. She plants all 12 legs, and then the crystal creates a seismic blast that shatters the surrounding rock. It's what it will use to tunnel up to the city, and flood the caverns."

Milo turned back to shifty and began concentrating. Two-Screws ran off to co-ordinate with the raid group, and after a bit, Belinda did too. She'd done what she could to keep Shifty alive. Now what mana she had left needed to save people who were fighting. It was up to Milo.

He concentrated on his magic. It let him sense bone, repair bone, and reenforce bone. He sank into a half-trance, trying to building up an image of where each sliver went. Milo heard a soft voice in his head. "Start with the spine. It's the most important. Ribs can come later." It was eerie hearing Cichol's voice in his head. Milo reached inside Shifty with his magic and began shifting the bones into place. Cichol's spectral hands helped him. As each piece of the spine was fixed, Milo used just enough mana to start the bones knitting. He had to finish it all, not just one part.

Another large chunk of cheese and a mana potion went down his throat quickly as he worked. But it wasn't going to be enough. Belinda had done what she could, and Milo was fixing things as well, but Shifty didn't have a lot of time.

"Well, shit, sorry about this Shifty, but it looks like you're joining the guild. We can sort out what happens later."

Welcome to the Deep Rock Engineering guild. Your new name is: "Shift-Stick."

Rank: Apprentice

Status: Broken up more than the Guild Hall after Milo "mis-calculated" his explosive forces.

Engage Pudding Based Regeneration? (Recommended)

Engage Malvosian Regeneration? (Recommended)

Permission for both types of regeneration approved by acting Guild Master Milo due to new apprentice's critical injuries.

Status changed to: Critical but recovering.

A good start. How to get some healing potions down him though? After a moment, Milo found the battered whiskey flask. It was still half full. He poured two of his most potent healing potions into the flask, and then put it to Shifty's....no....to Shift-Stick's lips. Immediately he began sucking at the flask, drinking the potent mixture like a baby with a bottle. Then he relaxed. Pain left his features.

Milo sat back and finished the last of his cheese, and drank a healing and mana potion. He was half-healed, and that would have to do. He made it over to the raid just as they charged.