Industrician
Exhausted, Zever let his head fall back into his neck. His body felt almost completely burned out. Every single cell seemed to be numb with fatigue, and even his eyelids struggled to fight off the approaching sleep. For a split second, his hand slipped from the inlet on the metal pipe before he startled and pressed it against it with renewed pressure.
"Zever, you want to switch? My shift doesn't start for another five minutes, but you look completely wasted!" a voice called from the side. He caught sight of a young woman. She was wearing dark blue dungarees with a white loose top underneath. The warm air on the factory floor brought sweat to her forehead and made her long hair, tied in a ponytail, shine.
"Thank you, Lina, but I'm fine. Just a few more minutes." he replied between clenched teeth. In fact, he would have loved to accept her offer, but he was depending on the extra overtime pay. The mere thought of the mountain of debt drove a lump down his throat.
"Are you sure?" she pushed her way into his field of vision and leaned against the metal pipe he was working on. She did it unobtrusively, though she had to know he would notice. He felt the pull on his own energy lessen a bit as she fed her own inside the machinery. With her second hand, she handed him a bottle of water, which he gratefully accepted and took a generous sip from. What really refreshed him, however, was the friendly smile on her pretty face.
"But don't overdo it. Especially at your age, you shouldn't be as short-tempered as the young people who think they can work for twelve hours without taking any time off," she accompanied the little side blow at his age with such a charming smile across her round face that it was impossible for him to return it with anything other than a short laugh.
In retrospect, he didn't know if it had been that laughter or his exhaustion or the butterflies in his stomach, he just remembered the feeling. In a tiny moment, the remaining energy drained from his body, a good half hour before he expected it. He still remembered thinking about his debt, causing him to hold onto the power instead of letting it go. By this time, Lina had fallen to her knees, laughter giving way to a pained scream as she was pulled against the metal pipe. The moment seemed to last forever. A hiss, a deep crack between their two hands on the screeching metal, then a flash of light. The last impression that burned into his eyes before a second flash sealed them forever was her picture-perfect face, with its narrow nose and brown eyes as she was pierced by the green light. Briefly, he thought it was like lines running under her skin before it abruptly became covered in calluses and shattered.
An industrician is described as a profession on Uras that holds the task of supplying most of the modern industrial processes with the necessary energy. In doing so, they consciously undergo acquisition and thus receive energetic powers, but learn only their most basic applications.
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"Zever, you want to switch? My shift doesn't start for another five minutes, but you look completely wasted!" a voice called from the side. He caught sight of a young woman. She was wearing dark blue dungarees with a white loose top underneath. The warm air on the factory floor brought sweat to her forehead and made her long hair, tied in a ponytail, shine.
"Thank you, Lina, but I'm fine. Just a few more minutes." he replied between clenched teeth. In fact, he would have loved to accept her offer, but he was depending on the extra overtime pay. The mere thought of the mountain of debt drove a lump down his throat.
"Are you sure?" she pushed her way into his field of vision and leaned against the metal pipe he was working on. She did it unobtrusively, though she had to know he would notice. He felt the pull on his own energy lessen a bit as she fed her own inside the machinery. With her second hand, she handed him a bottle of water, which he gratefully accepted and took a generous sip from. What really refreshed him, however, was the friendly smile on her pretty face.
"But don't overdo it. Especially at your age, you shouldn't be as short-tempered as the young people who think they can work for twelve hours without taking any time off," she accompanied the little side blow at his age with such a charming smile across her round face that it was impossible for him to return it with anything other than a short laugh.
In retrospect, he didn't know if it had been that laughter or his exhaustion or the butterflies in his stomach, he just remembered the feeling. In a tiny moment, the remaining energy drained from his body, a good half hour before he expected it. He still remembered thinking about his debt, causing him to hold onto the power instead of letting it go. By this time, Lina had fallen to her knees, laughter giving way to a pained scream as she was pulled against the metal pipe. The moment seemed to last forever. A hiss, a deep crack between their two hands on the screeching metal, then a flash of light. The last impression that burned into his eyes before a second flash sealed them forever was her picture-perfect face, with its narrow nose and brown eyes as she was pierced by the green light. Briefly, he thought it was like lines running under her skin before it abruptly became covered in calluses and shattered.
An industrician is described as a profession on Uras that holds the task of supplying most of the modern industrial processes with the necessary energy. In doing so, they consciously undergo acquisition and thus receive energetic powers, but learn only their most basic applications.
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