Creed of Core: Underground

And yet another dumb protagonist, all inner life, asocial, dwells in tunnels built for trains the City has outgrown, forgotten. In darkest sanctuary, he dreams. Remembers. How long since the sky? Tunnels above him and The City above the tunnels and the sky above the City. Space. Stars and darkness beyond the Sun he hasn’t seen in months. Maledictions of his species and the parasitic others that remain. Rats aloof, big as bears and vicious.

She comes to him with food procured by runners who deal daily with the light and traffic, hands and markets, of Above. He and She will never scavenge among them in the light, among them, in the noise. No, not again.

Better to Live, He and She, than to Survive.