Survivalist Resource Associate

"I'm not a survivalist. Just came in with them when my transport from the 98th Eco-Pod ran out of fuel. They found me along the way and gave me a ride. Of course a moronic survivalist could never join the Science Faction." Sol replies as if it is the most ludicrous thing she has ever heard hoping to make Paul feel stupid for even proposing the idea.

"Oh." Paul glares down at her. "Then why are you sitting on the floor in this stuffy dark room?" he inquires disdainfully.

"Just trying to figure this thing out." Sol mutters returning her attention to the confounded device.

"Follow me." Paul sighs, walking out the door, not bothering to wait for a response. Sol considers ignoring him for a second but decides that's not what a science wussy would do.

"I'm working on redistributions today." Paul informs, leading Sol over to the shelves Bob had told her hold items meant for other Eco-Pods. Paul taps a screen fixed on the side of one of the shelves scrolling and clicking a few items that appear on his tablet then proceeds down the aisle. "These items have been approved for expedited delivery and will be sent out by drone. Grab a cart." Paul orders. Sol obliges, unplugging a hovering sled from the wall beside the shelves. Paul proceeds to pile tagged items on it. "Match the number on the requested item to the tag and scan it." Paul demonstrates. Sol follows Paul over to a bay door leading out to the tarmac where she arrived yesterday. A few drones appear and hover before them allowing Paul to insert the items into a compartment, then scan the drone.

Paul shows Sol to the dining hall, having inadvertently signed himself up to train Sol to Bobs apparent elation. The dinging facility is on the main floor encased in large windows that let in golden sunlight and offer a beautiful view of the orchards just outside. Sol shows a slip of paper to the woman that mans the kitchen access earning herself a "welcome to the 100th Eco-Pod" and a lovely warm smile, she does her best to return. There is so much amazing food to choose from Sol becomes overwhelmed piling a tray with fresh fruits and vegetables as if she won't get the chance again in a few hours at dinner time. 

Paul eyes her excitement suspiciously, but Sol is too busy to notice and he doesn't say anything. Sol eats happily until too stuffed to eat anymore then looks around the large dining area not bothering to attempt a conversation with the man scrolling on his hand held device. People of all ages dressed primarily in grey fill the majority of the stainless-steel tables. Children are the only ones dressed in varied hues from red to violet. A small boy holds his little sisters hand leading her over to the restrooms. The boy reminds Sol of her brother.

Sol has one clear memory of her brother and it's of the day he died. At seven years old his heart finally gave out her parents and her helpless to do anything but watch as the life pooled in his body. That which gave him life stagnating until his warm hazel colored skin turned ashen. He was only seven at the time and Sol 4. Mom and Dad grew distant each blaming the other for their son's death. Mom spent every free moment distributing rations or laundering or whatever else she could think of to distract herself from her loss and the remainder of her broken family. Sol had been left to dad. At four she wasn't much use to him, but he allowed her to run behind on his heels. When dad was scavenging, she couldn't quite keep up or manage the trash heaps, so she hung around alone at the foot kicking rusted cans and smashing bugs until Brady showed up and took care of her. Brady was 6 at the time but under the care of his 10-year-old brother while their dad was scavenging, and their mom was running after his two little brothers. Brady's older brother Marcus took care of Brady and Brady shared his food with Sol and looked after her. Sol finds herself missing the stupid blond Adonis more then she thought she would becoming ridiculously sad for how much carbohydrate she has in her belly.

Paul takes Sol to get her ID next. The older man, Vector behind the counter is kind welcoming Sol just like the cafeteria woman had. Sol is a bit taken back by the image on the card Vector hands her. The only photos she has seen of herself are from when she was little, and she generally avoids the mirror. The person staring back at her is practically a stranger. She can barely wrap her head around the fact that this stunning coco colored woman is her. For a moment she thought the man had handed her an old picture of her mother.

"Yes, you're gorgeous can we move on?" Paul whines from beside her, Sol flushing in embarrassment before admonishing herself for such week behavior.

Next, they find Sols room assignment. "You'll have a roommate. I do. All us single folk are paired up willy-nilly." Paul says after Sol gets the access code as they are heading back to the storage facility. "My roommate is the mouthwatering Valence, Too bad he's straight. What about you?"

"Asexual." Sol replies, uninterested in having this conversation with Paul.

"Oh." Paul frowns. "Sorry. That sucks." Sol just nods.

Sol follows Paul to the elevator and lets out a sigh of relief when the thing goes down and a bigger one when Paul steps off on the floor before hers. 'The hall looks much like Carlisle's' this thought brings an unwelcome image of Carlisle in nothing but a towel to Sols mind. Sol shakes it off, tapping the code into the pad next to the door numbered 043. She pushes it open the rest of the way fumbling for a light switch in the dark. A florescent light buzzes on revealing a modest size room with two twin beds not unlike her dorm back home. Everything is clean and a nice shade of blue. Based on the bareness of the room Sol concludes she does not have a roommate. She also doesn't have any bedding or clothes. She huffs a bit of annoyance but shrugs it off. At least she has her own bathroom and shower. 

She strips off her two-day old clothes, ignoring the fact she'll have to put them back on and turns on the water excitedly. The water caresses her body, running down her nipples and over her ass, setting her skin ablaze. She lets her mind wonder back to the memory of Carlisle indulgently. Her center aches to be touched. A tentative finger glides between her lips drawing a surprised moan from her. Her finger locates a sensitive bead she circles repeatedly causing her center to clench and pool with warmth until waves burn through her body as she imagines Carlisle's hand is the one manipulating her most sensitive area. She pants and moans uncontrollably under her first orgasm. 

She realizes she hasn't thought this through when she comes out with nothing to dry off with. "Conceding, yielding piece of rust." She mutters in annoyance as she begins to pull her dirty clothes over her wet body. A tap at the door has her nearly on her ass, as she jumps, one leg halfway in her pants.

A familiar mocking voice edges through the door. "Need a towel?" 

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Thank you for reading(: 

I am considering adding a chapter before this one from the Analogies world. Do you think that's a good idea? 

What did you think of the chapter? Do you know who is in Sol's room?

Word count: 1300

Total: 13600