As I walked, the red shift in the glow at the end of the tunnel told me I was getting close. Everyone was making their way to their stations to check their quotas and schedules under the bug light to start the day’s work. Even the small children and the old have work to do. Slackers are bad for everyone, but not being too eager to start your day is allowed. Near the intersection that lead to the plantations, tunnel No. 8 passes by old, derelict
constructions from long ago. They should have collapsed years ago, but are mostly left like that to remind us of our past, of why we are here in the first place. Why life is so hard and delicate in the Downworld. I once played hide-and-seek inside the old, rectangular buildings. The adults were not
happy and everyone was forbidden to go back in. I’ve never been inside since. Humans used to live in places like these – when they were not falling apart – but our species greed and hunger for power changed everything. We are taught that in the surface- world large colonies called countries were always competing with one another for power, money and control, and finally waged a Climate War that destroyed almost everything. But school is not great for details on history. Too much has been lost to time, decay and bad memories. My grandfather used to tell me stories about the past, stories he’d heard from the older generations, when they had not forgotten so much. My dad seldom believed them. Legends and myths, fables, he called them. ———————————————————————- Part 3 of 5: “Light of Life” By Lorena Cano Acosta and Nicolás Mendoza Ramos @panicpancho @dime.lo Honorable Mention in the 2018 Fairy Tales Competition.