Monday 1 July 2019

Golden Touch

It was dug up in Shaft 17, nestled in an otherwise healthy gold vein. A hunk of metal, black, slick, not immediately recognizable.

It was sent up in a cart, and taken to the Overseer's office under a sky of grey clouds.

There the scientist on duty carefully subjected it to the normal tests. Then the abnormal tests. And then they called Head Office.

It sat on the desk for a week, the head scientist was on holiday, but they finally turned up as the sky began to clear.

They opened the door, sunlight streaming in, and it woke up.

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