You received a slip of paper in the mail this morning, which is a bit odd, considering you don’t have a mailbox.
It gave you a place to report to, and a few other codes you barely deciphered as instructions for times to meet people at.
You filed in with a group of engineers with long technical glasses and black matte robes. You swiped the paper through the system just like the others and picked up a toolbox like the rest.
You layed down on a cart and another worker pushed you underneath a tower of metal and wires so you could operate on it.
You pulled out the metal tools and got to work right away, attentive to the lights that blinked on every time you touched an exposed wire.
More than once you felt the zap of energy arc from the machine through your hands. The worker sitting outside handing you your tools said that you’d get used to that feeling real quick.
He pulled down his mask and showed you that half his beard was singed off.
You finished up on the machine and began on a second, but they all powered off before you could get too far into the process. Everyone began to panic, running to a central point in the room.
The man sitting beside you pulled you from under the machine and pressed a food voucher into your hand, looked warily at that central spot, and then pointed you towards the door.
He said it was better to get out of here before something even worse happened, but asked you to return once you’d learned more about these worlds.
You tipped your hat at him and gave him back the goggles before running out as fast as your legs could take you.