Dell stood against his room's door and sighed. Life was in a vault was pretty dull. There was absolutely nothing to do for a 21 year old. Dell Whitman, 'Dell' to everyone, was soft spoken, amiable Texan. Dell enjoyed reading, from what books he could find in the vault, about Texas, its history and the Wild West. Dell was mostly interested in the Texas rangers, the old law enforcement agency. Dell had read stories and fancied himself as a bringer of law to a new and unsettled land. But he knew that would never because they weren't allowed to leave the vault. Dell was also good at shooting, knife and fist fighting, but he was a brilliant engineer. Usually Dell would have been fixing things around the vault, like doors, robots, lights and other things that would require a skilled engineer to fix. Seeing that there was nothing for him to fix, Dell was quite bored. Suddenly the intercom crackled in to life and began to spurt out a message, 'would Dell Whitman please report to the overseer's office.' 'Finally,' thought Dell, 'something to do.' With that, Dell stretched and walked to the overseer's office.