A light shone in, as the darkness parted. The pod surrounding me fell apart. Letting in the dry blistering wind contact my skin.
"Where am I? A desert?..."
Suddenly I felt the clothes on my body slipping off! What the fuck!
"Mhmm..."
Luckily enough the man in front of me dressed me in some rags just as quickly as he stripped me. I was shook. What kind of backwards world is this? This man began leading me away, my feet feeling the course gravel underneath my feet. I took a good look at the man in front of me. He wore a black hood. The surface of the material is a rough fibrous rubber like material. His gloved hand felt like latex. on his waist was what appeared to be a revolver of sorts.
We passed by the streets, flanked on both sides by desert style abodes. Built out of yellow beads the size of marbles. The boxy shapes of various buildings passed as we came towards. Few people were roaming the streets as expected in the middle of the desert. We finally arrived at the center of the town. I suppose this is where my life as a slave begins...
A plump man wearing a beige cloth robe, and turban came by paying my handler in some plastic coins stamped with a gem in the middle. As the armed man in black walked away the plump man spoke.
"Welcome fair maiden, to Scraptown, I understand that things are not what you might have expected, please sit, you are in good hands. I am Shalla, Merchant of the Great Sultan UWU."
I took a seat on a cushion, as some servants came by to furnish the table before me and the man. Wait did he fucking say UWU? Actually what the fuck Who am I? Where am I?
"Uh err nice place you got here Shalla. How can I help you?"
"Glad you asked"
Over the course of the conversation this Shalla fellow talked about some grand oasis city, some people who dug themselves to the surface, calling it Sultanate City, and over the past decades have been going around looking at old maps to dig out the ruins, and recycle their findings and the like. The conversation went on for a few hours and I didn't remember any of the particular details about the trade routes or special foods or names of important folk. And more or less he wanted to know if I knew of these so-called Ancients. I told him nope. He asked some questions about differential equations, chemical reagents for shit like Sulfonamide, or RDX.
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As expected I told him what I knew he nodded his head twice, and gave me some new clothes, food, and two chits. offering to let me stay in town do some work as my memories come back. Overall he was a pretty decent guy.
Stretching my arms in the fading sun I wondered what I should do. And I took note of the things I had on myself. Considering my life options.
"Got a loaf of bread, and no idea what I can buy, everything goes back to Shalla these chits are basically mining scripts. Working in the Dungeons of OWO, basically a big underground skyscraper would be a solid way to make money, but there's no point. It all goes back to Shalla. I guess I'll have to figure things out as I go. Staying here is no different than waiting for Shalla. "
I climbed onto the roof of an abode and simply watched the setting sun and people walking to and fro. Waving at some of the townsfolk who took notice. Soon night came, and the desert sprang into life. Flies, snakes, birds, and other critters began to fester in the town. I took off the turban and tore a strip off. braiding the strands until I had a decent rope. the center with a catch the size of the palm of my hand, I placed a chunk of several fused marbles together there then I tossed out a few crumbs. Watching as some birds began to land feeding on the scattered bread. And I spun the rope into the air round and round.
[Loosed] *Thunk*
An explosion of feathers plumed into the air as my sling hit a bird. It wasn't exactly my first try but no one needs to know that.
Picking up the twitching bird, I snapped its neck as it's dim witted friends flew off into the night, and I picked up the remaining crumbs, and feathers. In fact I continued to defeather the bird, tying remnants of my turban with the feathers as a cheap sewing needle to form a sack for the other feathers, and bird. With care I also collected some fragments of abode foundation as stones.
"This is going to be another boring night isn't it"
Throughout the night I eventually managed to find one of the Zabbleens who did me a "favor" by cooking the bird and splitting it with me half and half. He was really excited to meet a so-called ancient being of the old days. And wanted to know what life was like. I spun a story about how the roads were once paved with asphalt, vehicles using gas would propel themselves forward, and people would go to stores to buy food lined across the shelves. Doing all sorts of jobs from singing to dancing to earn a living. A small crowd came by to listen to these fabricated stories. And in turn the people told me of the actual locations in the region, the various towns, and such. Decent people actually.
As the night wore on, I was offered a place to stay by the man who woke me. I declined. But watched to see where he went off to as I climbed onto the roof of another abode. And I filled a sack I had just stolen with stones.