August Locke

Sean King

Benjamin Chandler

C Alexandra

English

"Where.....Where am I?" she said. Around her, all that stood were towering strands of wheat that reached her shoulders. The sky was a pale blue with no clouds in sight.

“We appear to be in a wheat field, m’am.”, her useless AI watch chimed in. “Uh, no doi, Sherlock”, she said, “can you be helpful for once and tell me where on earth we are? A location?” The watch chirped its thinking sound. “M’am, it appears that we are not on Earth.”

"You mean?" she gasped. "Yes," Al said, "we are inside the Earth, walking on the underside of the crust. Gravity seems to not work as it appeared on the surface. Also, you can call me Albert." She smiled. "I'd like that, Albert. My grandfather's name was Albert. But what now?"

Albert chuckled, until he realised she was serious. “Well, you do the only thing you can do down here” he replied. Her brow furrowed. This was hardly the time, nor place, for joking around.

“Which is…?” She questioned.

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