The living conditions in the lower levels are miserable and Trella pretty much avoids the craziness of her world by escaping into the ducts where she works. She has remained detached from most of the people around her until her one and only real friend, Cog, puts the idea of Outside into her head.
Slightly rushed ending. The ending of the book felt a little bit rushed. I felt like the book spent a lot of time building up to something big and then everything kind of happened at once at the very end. Characters without curiosity. This is a pet peeve of mine. Like this: Like Loading Related Posts By Maria V. Snyder Same Genre. Review — Poison Study by Maria V.
Review — Magic Study Study 2 by. Navigating the Stars by Maria V. Thunderhead and The Toll: More Proof tha. Connect with Me! Just click here! Book Pre-Order Campaigns. The number two meant it was on the second level. Hydroponics resided directly below in Sector G1—the lowest level—making it easy for the food growers to send vegetables to the kitchen scrubs.
I paused, deciding if eating was worth being in the same room with so many scrubs. My stomach growled, overruling my reluctance. The line to get food remained perpetually long.
I took a tray and waited, ignoring the stares. Most scrubs changed from their work clothes to wear the drab green off-duty jumpers before eating, but I was scheduled to scour an air duct at hour twenty. So I remained in my form-fitting uniform. The slippery dark blue fabric covered every inch of skin except for my hands, feet and head. The material helped me slide through the tight heating ducts when I cleaned them.
My mocs were back at my bunk in Sector F1. Pushing my tray along the metal shelf, I pointed to what I wanted from three different choices.
The big containers held either green-, yellow- or brown-colored slop, and they all smelled like moldy vegetables. The food was easy to prepare, easy to cook and best of all easy to reuse. If the kitchen staff called it a casserole, a quiche, a stew or a soup, it all tasted the same. A pulpy, leafy spinach flavor dominated the other ingredients lurking in the recipe. Mass production of the hardier vegetables had replaced diversity, and there was only so much a person can do with mutton.
I just wanted something different to eat. After being served, I found an empty seat, and let the discord of multiple conversations roll over me. One less scrub to feed. Get wet? He was soon smiling, unaffected by my mood. He nodded to scrubs passing our table, calling out hellos and sharing his smile. I had no interest in mundane details so I tuned out their conversation.
Instead, I contemplated my only friend. Too big to fit into the pipes, Cog worked with the maintenance crew and did odd jobs. Most of it busy work, just like scrubbing. Too many idle hands had been deemed dangerous by the upper workers. Scrubs also labored in the recycling plant, the infirmary, the care facility, hydroponics, the kitchen, the livestock yard, solid-waste facility or in the waste-water treatment plant.
Most scrubs were assigned their jobs. A Care Mother noted the skills and aptitudes of each of her charges and recommended positions. My smaller size automatically matched me as a cleaning scrub. It suited me just fine.
Someone wants to meet you. Come on, Cog, you know better. All talk. No action, pushing false hope. You know they have to be employed by the upper officials to keep the scrubs from rioting. Besides, he asked for you by name. Said you were the only one who could help him. My fiercest frown, which usually resulted in some breathing room.
Cog stepped closer. Hear the guy out. Poor Cog, I thought. How can he set himself up for another crushing disappointment? How can I turn him down? Especially when he was the only one who stayed my friend despite my abuse. Perhaps I could expose this prophet as a fraud to keep Cog from becoming too involved.
Dumping our trays in the wash bins, we left the cafeteria. Cog led the way through the main corridors of the second level toward the stairs in Quad A2.
The narrow hallways of Inside had been constructed with studded metal walls painted white. At least the massive bundles of greenery in every section of Inside helped break up the monotony. I followed along in this space, walking without effort and without touching anyone. A moment of peace.
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