Both Sides of the Bunker Life
Daily Routine
As a stalactite-dweller, my day begins at 3 AM with the soft glow of luminescent mushrooms lighting up the dark recesses of our underground city. I shuffle to the communal kitchen for a warm breakfast of protein paste and synthetic honey. The aroma of recycled water vapor wafts through the air, a constant reminder of our self-sustaining ecosystem.
Post-breakfast, I attend to my duties as a Tunnel Engineer, ensuring the structural integrity of our subterranean infrastructure. The hissing of pressurized pipes and the rattle of maintenance drones are a symphony to my ears.
After a productive morning, I join my fellow burrow-dwellers for a spirited game of "Bunker-Ball," a sport played with a glowing, bioluminescent orb and a dash of reckless abandon. The thrill of competition is a welcome respite from the crushing existential dread that comes with living in a world that's been ravaged by the sun.
As the sun (or, rather, our artificial sun) sets, we gather for the daily briefing from our benevolent Overlord, whose wisdom and guidance keep us safe from the dangers lurking in the surface world.