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The Outcasts

Kin

Mouse followed the outcasts. The man, Mark, refused to look at her. He stared into the darkness before them, deep in though. The woman, Mary, didn't seem too keen on talking either. Mouse couldn't blame them. They were about to bring an enemy into their home. The same revelation made Mouse wonder why she followed in the first place.   They didn't take her gun, which was a good sign, but the way they whispered and exchanged looks made Mouse uneasy.   The further they walked, the more Mouse struggled. She felt lightheaded, covered in sweat despite the cold. She was breathing fast, and her HUD displayed a rapid drop in blood pressure.   Mark turned around, taking note of her rapid breathing, "are you good?"   Mouse shook her head, "I think I'm septic."   He didn't seem surprised. "I figured. We're almost there."   Soon after, they emerged from a wide rocky opening into a large cavern. Metal shacks adorned the walls, the ground, and some were hanging from cables attached to the roof with bridges linking them to the ground below.   The small village was lit by torch and bioluminescent fungi, a massive bonfire burning at its center.   Mouse looked to distance and saw fields of dirt and compost. Men and women rode on the backs of massive canine beasts, a plow pulled behind them. They weren't just surviving down here, they were thriving.   They stopped in front of a large shack. It was neater than the others, more put together. Every piece seemed made to fit.   They entered and Mouse saw the closest thing to a clinic the outcasts had. Various tools littered shimmering metal trays. Nestled in another room behind a pane of glass was what served as an operation table. Several empty beds lined the walls, the sheets and blankets folded and cleaned despite the stains accumulated over the years.   She felt a pinch, the poke of a syringe. Mark removed it before she could react. He pointed to the operating table. "You can walk, or I can carry you. That arm has to go, and you know it."
     
Archivist's note: I am rarely wrong. As The Archivist of Safeharbor, making an error can get people killed. This is yet another burden I must bear alone, for I have spread much misinformation concerning our kin in the depths below.   When Mouse found her way to the surface, she brought undeniable truth. Video, voice recordings, and detailed records written in her own hand.   I feel it fitting to keep these records in their original form, an attempt to retain their truth. As a primary source, rest assured that this entry in the archives is as valid as my own.
 

On Outcasts

A report by Rhey "Mouse" Thakur
These records are meant to be an amendment to existing data and preconceptions on the outcasts, their culture, and their place in the natural order of Safeharbor. I can't really say much beyond what I experienced, but I saw enough to know that our records are hilariously wrong.   Some outcasts are as we feared, both tribal and malicious forces thwarting our efforts to explore the depths. They attack out of spite and hatred, rather than survival, and to protect their way of life.   The worst of the outcasts linger on the surface. The deeper you go, the less you see. Most have moved on, no longer concerned about their exile. They aren't resentful of us. They're terrified of us.

New Charlotte


Let me begin by addressing the shock of seeing New Charlotte. We previously believed the outcasts to be nomads, traveling along the deep roads across a very specific set of levels in the depths. We believed they were isolated to these rocky caverns. The truth is more complex. The outcasts live in isolated communities. New Charlotte is only one of what could be hundreds of such communities.   New Charlotte is an agricultural community, one of several. It is the closest to the surface and most of those who live there provide food and water to small outposts littering the deep roads. Their entire society is dependent on these outposts, each providing protection to caravans that travel between their communities.   These communities are centered around a specific location. The placement is deliberate. They surround the very source of energy we delved into depths to find, a place they call "The Glass Garden." Some of these communities focus on producing fuel or ammunition. Others look more like military forts, a necessity in order to protect themselves from us.

Agriculture

The outcasts have a sophisticated agricultural system. They use compost and clean water drawn from the planet's precipitation systems.     They managed to find many edible forms of plant life, from wild nuts, vegetables, and fungi. The latter grows in abundance. Bioluminescent fungi offer not just food, but a light source.   They've also managed to domesticate various forms of fauna that live below, some of which I've never seen before, requiring more study.

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Jul 18, 2021 09:09 by Tim Day

Love the structure of this and your other recent articles - moving from narrative to report and back again. It really helps immersion. AND ratchets up the tension with Mouse finding her Dad, and losing an arm. Is there a narrative order to the articles you're writing?


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Jul 18, 2021 16:25 by R. Dylon Elder

Thanks so much. I really enjoy playing around with it. That's actually a great question. yes absolutely. You can check the narrative order in full by clicking the box on the left side of the page. I try to keep the linear nav updated. at the bottom of each article should be the previous and next article in order (provided I've written the next) thanks so much for the kinds words!

Jul 18, 2021 21:37 by Time Bender

I love your style of writing so much! I figured she would have to have her arm amputated. Poor Mouse! :( But a great article as always. :D

Jul 18, 2021 22:16 by R. Dylon Elder

Yes indeed. This a sad day for Mouse.

Jul 19, 2021 15:59 by Avalon Arcana

Oh, I want to know about the glass garden so badly, please tell me it's coming soon. AS always, I absolutely love this :D

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Jul 19, 2021 16:20 by R. Dylon Elder

It is coming soon for sure! Thanks so much!!!

Jul 20, 2021 06:31 by Wendy Vlemings (Rynn19)

You made me cry with that last bit. Poor Mouse. But she's alive. That's what counts, right? I am also very curious now about the Glass Garden. Can't wait to learn more about it. I also really love the concept of these outcasts. It shows just how resilient humans are in adapting to new environments. And how we have a tendency to stick together, or destroy each other.

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Jul 21, 2021 03:44 by R. Dylon Elder

it is a sad day for mouse. =[ Thanks so much!

Jul 21, 2021 01:13

Okay, now the army is stepping on the archivist's toes by censoring information? they just keep getting worse. Of course, nobody's ever got the better of him for long...   I like to imagine there's a bunch of kids who eat glowing mushrooms just so their tongues glow when they stick them out.   On the subject of glowing mushrooms, how do they taste? I imagine they're quite bitter, but that's just because fireflies glow that way to remind predators of their bitter taste.   So... is this the sort of world where mouse can get a cool robot arm, or will she have to settle for something significantly more janky?   Also, is Mouse's dad in New Charlotte, or was she moved back to the colonies?

Jul 21, 2021 03:49 by R. Dylon Elder

This is true, the archivist can easliy override lockdowns, but he hasnt had to do it till now.   Thats... such an awesome idea. i didnt think about kids playing with the glow. hmmm... may wanna use that at some poiint.   The mushrooms themselves tastes slightly sweet actually. It doesnt have a need to disuade pests and such so doesnt need to make a deterrent. I like the idea though., I ddint know that about fireflies.   Mouse's father is in new Charlotte, but the informational article itself takes place after she leaves. wanted to hype up the garden a bit...     As far as prosthetics, humans cant produce advanced prosthetics... humans have similar to what the cutting edge is now... humans...

Aug 12, 2021 10:46 by TC

Lost an arm but found her dad, well thats bittersweet.. I'm glad for her regardless, and I hope her coming back from down there with this info will help the colonies have better relationships to the outcasts

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Aug 12, 2021 17:56 by R. Dylon Elder

Well her dad was always around, but she's learned of a double life he lives. Definitely a bonding moment. Thanks so much man! Trying not to bombard your inbox with replies. Just know that its appreciated

Aug 12, 2021 18:00 by TC

I remembered after the comment that Mouse's dad was not an outcast -.- and no worries! I'm definitely not sorry for bombarding you with comments though because I Must Show My Love

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Aug 24, 2021 16:27 by Dr Emily Vair-Turnbull

Excuse me, information lockdown? How rude. I'm assuming the army is responsible.   I love the disclaimer from the Architect at the beginning. Great addition to the article.   Mooouse. <3 Poor honey.

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Aug 24, 2021 18:08 by R. Dylon Elder

Dont worry! I reveal this mystery. Lol thanks so much! Also yes... poor mouse

Oct 13, 2021 20:24 by Grace Gittel Lewis

NICE! Real glad you fleshed them out, with the metanarrative that extant info was wrong, no less!   Real curious as to how Mouse's dad is here...man this chapter is a wild ride!

Oct 14, 2021 19:43 by R. Dylon Elder

Mouse's father actually brings various goods to the depths. Think underground railroad, which is kind of how the city of new Charlotte began though I neglected to include this information :/ I should fix that XD

Oct 14, 2021 20:33 by Grace Gittel Lewis

You added that info later in Weeds in the Garden!

Nov 3, 2021 08:57

Ohoho, information lockdown... Very interesting.

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