There were 26 of us, working on the project. They put us in two big rooms, one for the ladies and one for the men. Every day we got up and started working…at 5. Yeah, 5 am. But after a few weeks, I got used to it. I’ve never used the words greenhouse gases or any other science-related words so much since I left school. And now I’m using them almost every day! I forgot how much I enjoyed this stuff. Yeah…enjoying school itself wasn’t exactly something we talked about at school. Mostly people liked going for being with their friends, or boyfriend/girlfriend, and nothing to do with doing actual schoolwork. It’s weird how we’ve left our lives behind, in a way. Some of them here have left husbands or wives…some of them even kids. One day every week, we’re allowed to leave the small compound. Which must be perfect for the few who actually live here in Oasis Springs. To Brindleton is about 25 minutes by car. I try to make it every week, its not like 3 hours or anything.
I was just getting comfortable in the hard plastic chair that accompanied my desk, when everyone around seemed to be standing up. You’d think for a million-simoleon operation, they could afford better chairs!
I looked around and could hardly see the gray walls past everyone’s heads…and so I reluctantly stood up. It was for good reason, as we went from hearing a faint shrill sound, to a blast your ears out sound. It was absolute chaos as everyone was pushing against each other trying to get outside quickly. I finally got to the cold metal door and pushed it slightly out more before running through the sand to where the others were standing. Oasis Springs is much hotter than I’m used to, the sea breeze cools Brindleton Bay down considerably enough more to make a difference. It was nothing like the fire drills at school. Nobody was being quiet…there was so much chatting. Some people were trying to keep their voice down, while others were practically screaming to their heart’s content. I still saw others bursting out of the other random exits. There were only 26 of us, plus a few workers, and the higher-ups, and yet it seemed like there were a thousand people coming out of the building.
“What the hell is going on?!” I recognized this voice. It was Sylvia, an environmentalist who’s been working on the project since it started. And if she didn’t know what going on…that is not good. Finally, the alarm seemed to stop. Everyone quieted down and looked around, as if one of us had done it.
“It wasn’t me,” I said, as Sylvia turned her attention to me.
“I’m just joking!” She smiled, and I gave her a small smile back.
“Is that…” Another co-worker pointed towards where a man was walking out. Just walking, as if nothing was wrong…who looked like our boss. The boss. Mr. Hewlet.
Once he got close enough, he waved his hands in a ‘be silent’ motion. Just like teachers used to do. “So,” he said, addressing us, “it seems that there is some work to be done on the atom analyzer. From the security cameras, somebody tried to use it on their phone. Why said person felt the need to know what atoms were in their phone, I do not know. What I do know is that it set off all the alarms and blew up the phone. We need a team on that immediately.”
As he walked away, his assistant Macy ran up. She was always right behind him, and she was now most likely putting together that team. “Whoever’s working on the analyzer, raise your hand.” Where has she been? We’ve all worked on it at some point. Her eyes widened at seeing everyone’s hand go up. “Ok, half of you go to the analyzer, it needs some serious help. The other half, keep working on getting the amounts of heat-trapping gases in the atmosphere.”
“I’ll go to the analyzer.” I did not want to be stuck calculating rates of gases any longer. And I was anxious to get back inside where there was air-conditioning. It was hot here in Oasis! And I could feel the sun beating down on me, I’d felt it for the last 20 minutes!
“Great. Who wants to join her?” Macy motioned for me to go, and I’d never been so relieved to push open that door and feel the burst of cool air from inside.
I heard a voice behind me gasp as I’d begun walking to the analyzer room. “Thank Watcher! I was beginning to think I was gonna die out there!” I smiled to myself, because I’d felt the same relief almost moments before. I walked through hallway 2A, which looked exactly the same as the other hallways. The only difference was the signs every few feet hanging down that read 2A. The tile floor, interesting, almost tacky wallpaper, and hanging filament lights were the same. They’d only managed to fix up and modernize the main entry, it seemed. Almost as if this place had been here for way longer than a few years.
Which it honestly, probably had been anyway. I found the door to the room the atom analyzer was in. The little placard beside the door even said atom analyzer in small white letters. Nothing could have prepared me for what it looked like once I open the door, though. There was a big, gaping hole in the table, charred and still smoking slightly, and the analyzer was hanging from the string it’s attached to on the ceiling, rocking back and forth slowly, but it didn’t seem to be harmed. I heard someone coming through the hallway, and they stopped right next to me. “Yikes.” He said, staring directly at the smoking table. Yikes is right.
It took the rest of the day to secure the analyzer. We’d taken it to a different room, with a working table, and better equipment. It’s hardly complete yet. Anything that just set off all the alarms is far from complete. So, we’ll be working on that again tomorrow, until it works. At least I’m not calculating atmosphere amounts. This is much more interesting. It still seems weird, the idea of weather and seasons. It’s even weirder to think I’m helping make it happen. Everyone seemed pretty confident that this global warming is reversible…that we will get seasons back. I hope they’re right.
A/N: So, I forgot to ask last chapter, but do you think I should give them the 10,000 simoleons in-game or not? Because obviously it’s a story thing, not a game thing. What do you think? I also forgot to ask if I wrote in the third person (also last chapter) good/correctly/ect. I don’t do it very often, so was it ok? Thanks for 31 followers! I meant to do it at 30, but I forgot…so 31 it is! 😄