A1

AKG49 noticed the blinking light. He got closer. It was the power source. There was a number next to it. 

Thirty.

Thirty days.

AKG49 repeat that number to himself. He had thirty days to find another power source. Otherwise, everything will shut down. No power, no information. All his work in the last year to reconnect with the floating ships will be gone. His body would stop. Everything will be on hold. Not that it was bad, but he knew he was in that lifetime for a reason. He was supposed to learn something.

“Did I programed it that way?” He thought.

He could see the weak sunlight from the east. It was winter. The days were short. He decided to start earlier today. He grabbed his helmet and put on his suit. He went to the exit chamber. He held on to the bar attached to a cable. The cable allowed him to lower to the ground level, 550 feet below.

The outside world was quite. As usual. Empty buildings with broken signs. It was all that was left from this famous strip, the Las Vegas strip. The strip was built and flourished based on gambling, smokes, sex and alcohol. People enjoyed it and kept going back. It was a place to let go. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”.