There was another hum throughout the Overseer pillar, this time sending a tremor across the building. I'm thrown out of my chair and land on the glass, getting a very good look at the ceiling of my work place. Huh, I never noticed before, but the lights are off centered. As the hum quiets down I stand up and wait, trying to understand just what in the hell is happening. One little look at the exterior cameras may help.

I sit and roll my seat to the camera panels of my freaking colossal desk, switching them from The Island to right outside on all three corners. What I see is just a tad bit unsettling. There was a large amount of space rock around a horribly dented and cracked up corner. That wasn't supposed to happen. I then roll over to check on the state of the ARK to Debris Turrets to see… all but one was hit with space debris, and the last was only on half power. I have to tell Geminia.

I roll over to the speaker on my desk and press the button to call my superior. "Number 42! Situation!"

It takes a few minutes but eventually she replies, "What type of situation, 23? I am very busy right now."

"Well, how do I put this? The pillar has been hit and the turrets are down! Whatever that hum was, it must have been saying we're damaged."

It takes a lot less time before she responds. "The Overseer. It let out that hum the second I asked what was wrong with it. Give me a moment." Her side of the radio goes quiet for quite a while before she returns. "It's nothing serious. I programmed some drones to fix it, for the time being keep an eye on it. It should only take approximately four hours for the turrets, we're just going to have to make due with the pillar being damaged."

I take a relieved breath and spin in my chair to look outside. "Ok, thank you, 42." I decide it may be a good idea to ask this now. "Hey, um… can I ask something real quick?"

"What is it?"

"Would it be possible if… we were to start referring to each other with our actual names? I mean, to my knowledge we're the only two working here right now. We don't need these stupid numbers that were given to us."

"Hmm…" 42 goes quiet for a minute. "Alex," I have never heard her use my real name before. This must be good! "If you start referring to me on a formal basis, I will castrate you with a rusty butter knife." Then I hear another sound I barely get from her. She freaking laughed at me. "But, seriously, we're professionals. We shall refer to each other with only professional manners. Understood?"

I groan and nod, despite her not even being here at the moment. "Understood, 42. Over." She returns the over and the radio goes off on both ends. "Old cunt."

I spin around in my chair before going to some panels. I tap a button to get a read of all current living Island creatures and think of what needs to be added. Looks like the amount of wild Troodons is actually higher than normal, which is strange. I round it out be spawning in a small group of the new Raptors directly onto the biggest group and switch over to a screen to watch. This is my favorite part of my job.

I wait as a group of about six Raptors bark in the woods before charging into a field, dashing in random directions through the tall grass. It takes a second before the first Troodys jump out of the foliage onto a Raptor, four tackling one onto the ground and destroying it in a bloody bath. Unfortunately for them, the rest of the pack was able to react fast, running to their fallen hunter and attacking the Troodons, picking them up in their maws and thrown back and forth violently until all was left was a chunk of bleeding Troodon torso. Everything else was stuck to trees or in the grass. Five Troods down, and an up in Raptors. I suppose I'll let that go on for a while, check back later.

The next couple hours are more or less uneventful, the only thing of note happening being a little battle between the Giga and a couple Brontos. Giga won, of course. I think the Overseer may have overpowered the monster, but I have nowhere to say. It's fun watching it destroy the thing we're using to make a new life for humanity. I spin around in my chair before the lights go out suddenly. I jerk up and look around, trying to tell what is happened before they flicker back on. I roll over to the desk to find, in big red letters:

EMERGENCY POWER ONLY

SOLAR GENERATORS OFFLINE

I stand and run over to the glass to look out, seeing something that is extremely not good. The sun. I couldn't see it. Somehow, the Earth has moved into the path of light and the moon was too far away for any of the light to bounce back. We were completely in the dark. We have almost no power. I can't radio 42 to tell her, I only have limited access to the ARKs controls, and we only have enough oxygen to stay alive for forty-eight hours. Earth, please be merciful to us and move quickly.

Agent 42 was busy writing down code at her computer, making sure the repair drones fix the turrets in a timely manner when the lights flicker for her. She looks up when they come back on and stands from her seat, making her way towards the Overseers observatory window to see the situation. Sun being blocked out by the Earth and the solar generators shut down faster than they're supposed to. It wouldn't be an issue if not for the generators crashing an hour before they should. Perhaps the pillar being hit caused more damage than the Agents thought.

42 picks up her radio and calls into her subordinate, only to find that the communications relay isn't responding. She growls quietly to herself before throwing the radio, smashing against the wall into pieces. She slams her hands onto the console and looks over what is currently down, trying to calm herself down. Seeing how little there is in the Agent's control, however, does not help as she balls her hands into fists and give the table a good beating.

Once Geminia worked out her anger issues she stood up, straightened out her suit, turned to the hallways and started making her ways out of the room. She passes all the holographic Earths, the windows to the Ultimate Lifeform Arenas, enters the elevator to go down to 23 and realizes that it is powered down as well.

"Goddammit, Earth," She says, walking back to the Overseer's chambers and looking out the window, "We destroy you, you try to destroy us. We're trying to save your most endangered creatures!" She takes a breath and looks to the Implant looking object. "I'm yelling at a dead planet. This job is driving me crazy. Do we have any booze?"

The Overseer lets out another hum as it brings a table up from the floor. On the table is a small glass, a bowl with ice and one of those ice breakers and grabbers, and a bottle of scotch. Geminia looks up to the Overseer and grins, coming up to the booze and pouring herself a small glass.

"Thank you, Overseer. I really needed this," she says, taking her first sip. She thinks for a second in between drinks to think, setting the glass down. "Wait… we don't have power. Why are you able to bring this up?"

No response.

"I asked you a question, you stupid machine."

No response again.

Geminia narrows her eyes and takes another sip, going to her controls and pulling out a notepad and pen from a drawer. She writes: 'Keep an eye on Overseer. Not responding, controlling things with no power'. She tears off the paper and places it on the control center and sits down, going back to work as normal, glancing behind every so often to monitor the Overseer. "What are you playing at here?" She takes another sip, "Damn this is some good scotch."

"-then I shot up and banged my head on the window," Greggory ended his story, "So yeah, weird voices."

Both Alessandra and Carol look at the Canadian before going into identical laughter. After a rather unnecessary amount of laughter Alessandra speaks up, "Greggory, that is ridiculous. Your mind is probably just trying to make an understanding of what's happening here. I highly doubt some 'Agents' or whatever you called them are ever going to exist or be involved in our situation. Right now, it's about getting off this Island and getting home."

Greggory huffs and shrugs, looking to the two women. "I can agree with that part. Huh..." He takes a second to think, looking up and focusing a little into the sky. "Hey, uh... do you two feel like we're, I dunno, missing something important? I've been feeling that a lot lately, to be honest with y'all."

Alessandra shrugs. "Unimportant people tend to miss important things happening."