M.E.G: The Forgotten

The M.E.G is a contrivance. A stagnant, soulless shell of mundane bureaucracy, specifically configured to create the illusion of order in this liminal purgatory humanity stumbled upon by pure accident. ...Of course, you knew that long before you joined them. After the Habitable Zone colony you used to live in got torn apart by a bunch of Smilers, being the meggies' personal guinea pig to explore the thousandth level that melts your face off seemed preferable to having to sleep on the cold, hard concrete floors of the level. Getting up from the makeshift bed in the base and picking up your laptop, you put on your assigned uniform, grab a bottle of Almond Water, and open your email to check the timetable they have set out for you. ...Today is another day. ...Today is another day.