TFTC: The Experiment

Thank you for staying with us, let us jump into your next episode of "TFTC: The Experiment" brought to you thanks to Zamnesia and Plagron, just hope I can get something in on time. {--💩===👻---💀===👽---[:(⚪⬜🔺) oO===Oo (🔺⬜⚪):]---👽===💀---👻===💩---} Around 2 in 5 pods never turned red, their bodies still lay in the stasis pods and a flatlined heart it was a tragedy but also something no one could do anything about, we will mourn when we are prepared, right now was not that time, not everyone had a pleasant revival as a few of them took some time to adjust to being out of stasis, this often took the form of people vomiting for a while, shivering and the same amnesia it felt like everyone was a bit shocked to be awake, either that or the idea that they had spent the last however long in a stasis chamber, or that they had the solemn realization that everyone they ever loved or cared for was now dead. It is a one thing to wish for isolation from everyone you know, or to wish the death of people close to you because they were not nice, it is another thing to lose them, all of them, one day you are saying hasty goodbyes, then the next day for you, is waking up to no one you know. After everyone had gotten cleaned up and into clothes, we all ended up in the large kitchen, it was big with stainless steel everything, including long tables to eat at, everyone ate, although there was some issues with food, the same thing I had realized over the past few days… It was shit. All of the food had use by dates counted in centuries, not weeks or days, it was all freeze dried things packed with as much nutrients possible. You might think that this is a petty thing to complain about, but for most they were eating their last meal with loved ones yesterday, then they wake up and have to eat something you'd see on a survival programme, only not as fresh. There is something that can be said for campaigning about things, it gets people talking and often bonding, it is that inane chatter people use to see how you approach a common topic, this way you can then try to extrapolate how they would then discuss big topics, that way with a quick “the weather is terrible today”, you can decide to what degree you can take levels of conversation. After the ice was slightly less solid, people began sharing who they were and what they did, very quickly people began sorting themselves into three categories: Food production, Infrastructure and people of varying topics of advanced degree. It appeared we had all the bases covered for starting again. Once conversation died and everyone had explored the bunker, people started heading to bed, the three groups separated themselves into the three rooms, oddly enough the three general types of vocational experience clustered: Square room was occupied by infrastructure, Triangle were the academics and lastly the food production took residence in the circle room. This got me thinking about the plants, it was time to put them into a pot, the main root has begun poking out the bottom, also the idea of crappy food made me realize that they are currently just surviving on life support, they need soil to build them, luckily there was a bag of Plagron soil in the lab, There is also a grow light but I will continue to use the lamp so they don’t get overwhelmed.. So into some cups I found from the food people were eating, just a plastic case washed out, filled with soil and watered with a light mix of Sugar Royal from Plagron to pre-soak the soil, then pop the plant in and put the pot into a single use cup so the roots don’t get burned but a clear cup on the inside which will allow me to see the roots progress. The lamp was important, to provide heat and something to stretch towards, a goal… a goal! Tomorrow it is time to put people to work. {--💩===👻---💀===👽---[:(⚪⬜🔺) oO===Oo (🔺⬜⚪):]---👽===💀---👻===💩---} Thank you for staying with us, hope you are enjoying this fantastic writing,, all thanks to Plagron and Zamnesia. Next up, same shit different episode.