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Current Date: January 22, 2059
Character: Milliardo Isaak
Race: Human
Age: 87, physically about 30
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
Now and again, I head through the doors to help. This is a way of life I’ve had to learn about; I figure that most of us had to. I spent my whole life until we came here playing the bodyguard part, working the fields isn’t something I knew a single thing about. I mean, I knew about how food was grown, and I knew where it was coming from, but the action itself of working these fields, the land, and other such areas was new for me.
I figure that helping a little, even if they might not really need it, gives me a sense of purpose on those days when it makes sense to keep occupied. I never understood how retired folks could just, well, retire. My mind isn’t made to not have anything to focus on. I know that there’s plenty to do around but there are times when your mind doesn’t come up with anything you could be doing and that’s the part that I have some trouble with.
Whenever I head inside, I tend to check the system before I go in. I check to see which area might need help. I wonder if that’s a me thing, or if that’s just a general way of doing things for most of us who don’t work through those doors on something of a schedule. It gives me a chance to pick the proper attire to wear. I’m not going to be wearing the same things if I’m deep in the forest, foraging under the semi-dark of a thick canopy, or if I’m on flat land, either helping to herd cattle back to a particular spot or helping with crops of sorts.
On that particular outing, I was with a couple of the kids—I know they’re adults, but they’ll always be kids to me—in the forest. I’ve found it oddly soothing to be out there, foraging even though a lot of what we forage could be grown in greenhouses. There’s something about how it tastes when it’s from the wild—though that might just be me.
All the while I’m there, I can hear the sound of the fauna all around me. Chirping and singing birds, the sound of animals roaming around but at one point, oh, at one point, everything just went silent. It wasn’t gradual either—at least, I didn’t notice it happening gradually. One moment I’d located some of the herbs I was hunting to the accompanying song of the fauna, the next, it was dead silence and yeah, my head snapped up.
I wasn’t too far from the other two and we sort of just shared a look. Silence around these parts is never really a good thing. It usually means there’s a predator around and one big enough to frighten everything into silence. I don’t think that I can find it in myself to be afraid of predators, but I think that’s because I’ve never actually encountered one in the wild and that’s just my training giving me false bravery, I know. There’s no way I’d be able to fight off a bear or a big cat unscathed if I were to try, I’m sure.
We did the one thing that makes the most sense. We moved back towards the door as silently as we could. Avoiding confrontation with whatever had frightened the fauna into silence was the only smart thing to do. Had there been someone from the hunting team with us, things would have possibly been different, but I admit that this is one of the few things that I never actually thought to learn. The idea of hunting for food is foreign to me; not because I don’t understand how it works, but I’ve played a role all too similar to that of a hunter all of my life and I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to go back to that mindset if I can help it.
We got out of the area without even so much as a scratch and reported the potential issue into the system so no one else would accidentally drop in while whatever predator was out there still roamed. There was a notice about an hour later that the area was safe again, and since I still had a bit of time before I decided I was heading back home, I went back through, did a bit more foraging, got more herbs for the system and once my day was done, I went back home, I washed up, and that was that.
I did tell Ed about the event but seeing as none of us had been harmed in any way, shape or form—I still don’t know what predator it might have been—there was no real worrying to do about the whole thing.