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species.”
    “There’s still a chance,” Flynn retorted, “the resistance might have been victorious, or maybe the survivors that fled managed to colonize other worlds or maybe assimilate into different cultures.” He suddenly turned, unable to help himself from becoming smug. “Besides, with no space vessels, I’m not going anywhere… Might as well make myself useful, right?”
    Tural shifted his jaw over to one side. “Let me discuss this with my Overseer and see what her advisement is about this. But first, let us discuss those aliens that attacked you…”
    Flynn and Tural spoke for hours inside the room about the race of bloodthirsty aliens that attacked his planet, bent on the extinction of his entire species, and pored over every detail he could remember about the waves of attacks he managed to live through, as well as the haunting silhouettes of the aliens the news stations had labeled “the Ravagers.” He couldn’t help but notice Tural becoming more anxious as he went on, stroking his chin harder and faster while speaking less and less. After the long talk, Flynn was excused and encouraged to immerse himself in the city and everything it had to offer.
    “I suppose it would not hurt to see if anyone needs help around here. You seem capable, I am sure someone will want your assistance, friend, if you still desire to help us.”
    Stepping out of the chambers, the doors snapped shut behind him and the heavy metal locks slid back into place with loud clanks. Flynn didn’t know where to start; the city lay out before him like a crop field ready for harvest, filled with fruits, but none of the kind that would help him save his people.
    He knew one thing though, he needed a plan.
     
     
    Science, in the Darkest of Places
    Flynn walked the city streets with unease, shifting uncomfortably every time someone looked his way. He was scouting the area for someone who might be friendly, or at least understanding, but almost everyone he saw seemed suspicious of him; some parents even picked up their children in their arms when he walked by. Truly, he felt like a monster, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. He wished to speak up and tell everyone that he just wanted to get back home or to another planet that could help him, but his faltering courage wouldn’t allow it.
    He began to question his fate, why he ended up here and not dead out in space. Why was he the only survivor of the ship? Why bother sparing his life if only to end up helplessly stranded on another planet? Why had he been strayed so far from his goal? Was survival all that mattered?
    Expelling such profound thoughts from his mind, he took another look at the underground city. It didn’t take long for him to realize that it was truly a technological marvel; some of the advancements they had made in science and medicine surpassed even what he thought was possible.
    For one, the injuries he’d sustained to his body were completely healed and not a drop of residual pain remained. But if these people had come so far, why weren’t they capable of taking to the stars? He’d figured at least an airplane or a helicopter would’ve been invented by now, but there was no trace of any aerial technology.
    Finally, he came upon a building that looked like a research facility, housing all sorts of laboratory equipment from microscopes to test tubes. Seeing no one prohibiting his entrance, he casually walked in to slate his curiosity.
     
     
    He Who Has All the Answers
    He was fascinated by the Subterraneans in the lab, who appeared to be scientists of some sort, working on all manner of tests and experiments. The equipment they handled looked incredibly sophisticated and sensitive, along with all of the subjects they delved in.
    No one stopped him, or noticed him for that matter; they were all far too focused on their work to pay any attention to the strange human walking through their doors. One particular experiment caught his eye: a test