Let’s just say that fishing is not going to be a possibility for me. After various attempts using all of my skills and techniques, the damn fishes aint biting!
Well, I am willing to admit that my fishing “skills” and “techniques” can be summed up as nil and zilch so I am not that depressed at my lack of progress here, but it would seem that I will have to find a more reliable source of sustenance if I wish to continue on living.
I dismantle my makeshift net (aka my suit torso) and place it back where it belongs (my body) and I climb back up the maintenance spoke to hatch my next plot of ingenuity.
Once I reach the top of the spoke I use my immeasurable genius to perform my next task, lying down and catching my breath.
What? I’ve been sitting around for the past week, of course I would experience some sort of muscular atrophy! You try climbing 250 meters of ladder in one go!
Once my breath is successfully caught, I begin to plan my next great expedition.
Stage 1, go to the communes
Stage 2, steal some food
Stage 3, profit
Yup, definitely seems like the most well thought out plan I’ve ever hatched.
Maybe I should go to the farms instead? Ah! But you must realize that I can’t even catch a fish much less a chicken or, god forbid, cultivate some crops. I’m a freaking engineer not some farmer!
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After deciding that my sneak skill must be considerably higher than my farming skill I decide that stealing from the commune is the most prudent course of action.
I walk my way to the nearest commune spoke and make my way down the long ladder. I’m going to do a lot of ladder climbing arn’t I?
Once I reach the bottom of the damn ladder I quietly peek my head out of the bottom of the protective covering and observe my surroundings.
The spoke comes down in the middle of a large building which I assume to be the town hall? I quickly jump out and utilize my sneakiness to make my way out a door, down a hallway, and into another room. I hunker down in a closet and ask my suit to access the network and pull up a map of the commune and find myself looking at the exact plans for the little town.
It would seem that I am looking for the food warehouse and I find it! On the other side of town of course. Woe is me, it would seem that some acting is in order if little me wishes to get to my precious goods.
Suddenly, an alert shows up on my suits HUD
==SYSTEM NOTICE==
ALL CITIZENS PLEASE REPORT TO MEETING HALL FOR WEEKLY DEBRIEF
It would appear that lady luck is finally smiling down upon me! This is the perfect opportunity for me to steal some food while they are preoccupied with their meeting thingy!
I slowly make my way out of the town hall and as soon as the streets are clear I make a dash for it.
Luckily, I fail to encounter any people so I smoothly make it to the warehouse which, unfortunately for me, is locked.
Noticing an open window, I once again wonder how I am being so lucky and climb into the warehouse and promptly land on my ass on the other side.
My eyes open wide with delight as before me lies a veritable cornucopia of fresh farm goods, ranging from packages of smoked ham, to boxes of freshly picked blueberries. It would seem that I will be having a feast tonight.
Quickly stuffing a couple of kilos of food into a convenient sack, I rush out of the door and sprint to the town hall.
Once again, with ever increasing luck, I make it back to the spoke and after climbing up a good 10 meters I stop to give myself a little rest.
As my beating heart subsides I begin to make my way back up the ladder and hype myself up for the following few days of laziness and contentment.