Small drops of sweat shined upon Alex's dark skin. His irregular gasps where the only sound that echoed in that cave. What little light got in there from the small hole made his white hair shine. What were those green skinned creatures? He never saw anything like that, but then again, most things were new to him. Raised alone by his father, Alex had grown up apart from anyone else that may dwell in the world, since as his father always said, things were dangerous beyond their home.
"You were right, father" he grunted, getting up. Alex had abandoned the lighthouse where he had lived his entire life. There was no reason to stay there, now that his father was dead of an old injury. In the end, whatever the origin of the wound was, the tale died with him since he well knew how much stories from the outside interested Alex. It seemed to be that such outside was plagued by some kind of little green people that were bent on killing him. Not too powerful it seemed, but many in number. That made Alex run, get lost and fall through a hole.
Alex picked a tool from one of his pockets, a small white tube with metal on both ends. After shaking it, the tube enlightened the room, allowing him to clearly see his surroundings. The hole he fell through was too high to reach, but the cave seemed to brach in several passages around, so it could be another exit. Alex soon started to move more carefully, as the natural cave made of rock gave way to some kind of underground passages made of metal.
Everything seemed abandoned and old, as many things in this world, and Alex couldn't make sense of the markings here and there, written on a language long forgotten. The need to find an exit kept him going on until he found something that he wasn't looking for. Behind a beaten metal door was an old room, something similar to a bedroom with its bed, but what was more surprising was the figure in lying there.
For a moment Alex thought it was person who was sleeping there, but as curiosity got the worst of him and approached, he knew that he was wrong, at least in part. The person there had white hair too, even if longer than his own, but there seemed to end the points in common. The figure was taller than him, and more slender in some parts, meatier in others and in general quite weird. To complicate matters more, part of her abdomen was... open, revealing that she was really a machine that resembled a human, and not really a person like him.
Alex had seen his share of machines in his father's lighthouse, and some quite complicated to fix, but none as complex as that. Even then, he had a gift to repair those things and tools to do it, so... where was the harm in trying? After a couple hours there were still things about the inner workings of the figure that he didn't understand, but the damage was simple enough to be easily repaired. Could the machine speak? It had a mouth after all, but maybe was for show. If it spoke, Alex could ask it about the exit.
Sitting on the bed next to the figure, Alex waited for the starting process, and knew that he had made a good job when the figure opened the eyes.
"You were right, father" he grunted, getting up. Alex had abandoned the lighthouse where he had lived his entire life. There was no reason to stay there, now that his father was dead of an old injury. In the end, whatever the origin of the wound was, the tale died with him since he well knew how much stories from the outside interested Alex. It seemed to be that such outside was plagued by some kind of little green people that were bent on killing him. Not too powerful it seemed, but many in number. That made Alex run, get lost and fall through a hole.
Alex picked a tool from one of his pockets, a small white tube with metal on both ends. After shaking it, the tube enlightened the room, allowing him to clearly see his surroundings. The hole he fell through was too high to reach, but the cave seemed to brach in several passages around, so it could be another exit. Alex soon started to move more carefully, as the natural cave made of rock gave way to some kind of underground passages made of metal.
Everything seemed abandoned and old, as many things in this world, and Alex couldn't make sense of the markings here and there, written on a language long forgotten. The need to find an exit kept him going on until he found something that he wasn't looking for. Behind a beaten metal door was an old room, something similar to a bedroom with its bed, but what was more surprising was the figure in lying there.
For a moment Alex thought it was person who was sleeping there, but as curiosity got the worst of him and approached, he knew that he was wrong, at least in part. The person there had white hair too, even if longer than his own, but there seemed to end the points in common. The figure was taller than him, and more slender in some parts, meatier in others and in general quite weird. To complicate matters more, part of her abdomen was... open, revealing that she was really a machine that resembled a human, and not really a person like him.
Alex had seen his share of machines in his father's lighthouse, and some quite complicated to fix, but none as complex as that. Even then, he had a gift to repair those things and tools to do it, so... where was the harm in trying? After a couple hours there were still things about the inner workings of the figure that he didn't understand, but the damage was simple enough to be easily repaired. Could the machine speak? It had a mouth after all, but maybe was for show. If it spoke, Alex could ask it about the exit.
Sitting on the bed next to the figure, Alex waited for the starting process, and knew that he had made a good job when the figure opened the eyes.