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Dangerous voltage would hum through the structure for days after being zapped by a thunderbolt. A few of the lights would still hum on, but most had been fried or popped from the frequent power spikes. They pried open the back access door to the grid are a with a wooden rod to show me; pointing out a few smoking remnants of dead bodies of weepers that had recently wandered into that mess.
"It lit them up like a match," Haiti gleamed, as if it had been a spectacle to behold, "Eh! Don't touch nuth'in, girl!" he warned as he quickly lifted my arm away with the wood pole from contacting the metal handrail just outside the hatch, "It'll still give you a good zap," he cautioned. I didn't want to get cooked, so I took a step back at his lead.
Though the storm had passed I could still hear a low hum coming from the Grid and could feel it in the ground at my feet. This place was still juiced, and we worked out a way to make use of it. We went back upstairs and pulled out all the excess wiring, tying together any conduits we could find. Felix came along to help us, while giving helpful instructions not to bother with anything below a certain gauge of thickness. After several hours of work, we had pieced together a cable starting from the access panel in the garage that led all the way to the outer hatch where Felix stood alone; decked out in black rubber gloves, thick dark goggles and a makeshift handle from a broken broomstick. I could tell he was not feeling so keen about being at the charged end, his stuttered speech gave that away.
"Ah, okay, you ah, you guys ready down there?" he shouted down the hall to Serena, who in turn gave me the verbal signal that I relayed to Thorn all the way down to the garage where Haiti stood waiting.
The dark skinned islander had previously wired up the conduits under the panel. With a final shrug of his shoulders, he turned and gave us a thumbs up; hoping he had gotten the polarity right. Felix made the connection and angry sparks shot out the stray bits of wire down the line, we all jumped back, as did Haiti when the panel in front of him erupted like fireworks.
"Ah! Eee, Stop! STOP ya ginger headed freak!" the black man screamed as he fell back, shielding his face, "Telk him to only make contact in short taps!" he instructed Thorn to relay up the line as we followed in turn, shouting the orders back to Felix, who sat there nervously at the smoking end of the hot cable, trying his best not to choke on the burning rubber from its tips.
Following his advice, the crackle of sparks shot down the wire where Haiti had fixed the connection in haste. With a clank and squeaking of metal and grinding of dry gears, the colossal doors began to part. After resisting a few feet, the creaking metal began to stall and Haiti yelled back for Felix to halt. Felix disconnected the power cable and resealed the outer door, and we all in turn made our way back down to the garage where he was waiting. The group of us gathered close to peer into the dark narrow gap beyond.
Thorn snatched his rifle as did Haiti, who grabbed his favorite shotgun while stuffing a large machete in the back of his belt. Serena donned a pistol, though she did not appear too worried about needing to use it. She contended that if this area had been sealed off like this for the past several years, then there likely was not anything left alive inside. We decided to take our weapons just the same.
My solar light had fully charged from sitting out on the balcony the entire afternoon, and we let Felix go back to clean the rank of soot and burnt scraps of rubber from his hands. The four of us could handle this alone, and we really didn't like the idea of calling it a night leaving this door cracked open without knowing what was on the other side. The trailer beds in the outer dock suggested that there was something big in there. We doubled checked our gear and ventured into the
"It lit them up like a match," Haiti gleamed, as if it had been a spectacle to behold, "Eh! Don't touch nuth'in, girl!" he warned as he quickly lifted my arm away with the wood pole from contacting the metal handrail just outside the hatch, "It'll still give you a good zap," he cautioned. I didn't want to get cooked, so I took a step back at his lead.
Though the storm had passed I could still hear a low hum coming from the Grid and could feel it in the ground at my feet. This place was still juiced, and we worked out a way to make use of it. We went back upstairs and pulled out all the excess wiring, tying together any conduits we could find. Felix came along to help us, while giving helpful instructions not to bother with anything below a certain gauge of thickness. After several hours of work, we had pieced together a cable starting from the access panel in the garage that led all the way to the outer hatch where Felix stood alone; decked out in black rubber gloves, thick dark goggles and a makeshift handle from a broken broomstick. I could tell he was not feeling so keen about being at the charged end, his stuttered speech gave that away.
"Ah, okay, you ah, you guys ready down there?" he shouted down the hall to Serena, who in turn gave me the verbal signal that I relayed to Thorn all the way down to the garage where Haiti stood waiting.
The dark skinned islander had previously wired up the conduits under the panel. With a final shrug of his shoulders, he turned and gave us a thumbs up; hoping he had gotten the polarity right. Felix made the connection and angry sparks shot out the stray bits of wire down the line, we all jumped back, as did Haiti when the panel in front of him erupted like fireworks.
"Ah! Eee, Stop! STOP ya ginger headed freak!" the black man screamed as he fell back, shielding his face, "Telk him to only make contact in short taps!" he instructed Thorn to relay up the line as we followed in turn, shouting the orders back to Felix, who sat there nervously at the smoking end of the hot cable, trying his best not to choke on the burning rubber from its tips.
Following his advice, the crackle of sparks shot down the wire where Haiti had fixed the connection in haste. With a clank and squeaking of metal and grinding of dry gears, the colossal doors began to part. After resisting a few feet, the creaking metal began to stall and Haiti yelled back for Felix to halt. Felix disconnected the power cable and resealed the outer door, and we all in turn made our way back down to the garage where he was waiting. The group of us gathered close to peer into the dark narrow gap beyond.
Thorn snatched his rifle as did Haiti, who grabbed his favorite shotgun while stuffing a large machete in the back of his belt. Serena donned a pistol, though she did not appear too worried about needing to use it. She contended that if this area had been sealed off like this for the past several years, then there likely was not anything left alive inside. We decided to take our weapons just the same.
My solar light had fully charged from sitting out on the balcony the entire afternoon, and we let Felix go back to clean the rank of soot and burnt scraps of rubber from his hands. The four of us could handle this alone, and we really didn't like the idea of calling it a night leaving this door cracked open without knowing what was on the other side. The trailer beds in the outer dock suggested that there was something big in there. We doubled checked our gear and ventured into the
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