Say what you will about working for a intellectual group that offer you
supplies to rebuild your world in return for you visiting others, but it
works. It is mercenary work, but it is work after all. The Consortium
kept their end of the bargain; supply runs had turned San Francisco from a
waste to a botanical garden. Rembrandt had been fed enough to rebuild his
body from the malnutrition wreck he was, and as for myself, I was fine.
Nano-technology will do that to someone.
The worlds we travelled to were mostly already explored by previous sliders, some aware of parallel dimensions, others not, while some the Consortium had started trade routes with, importing and exporting supplies that either world wished for. It was while in one of these worlds that we parted ways with the Consortium.
We had been asked to inspect a facility that mined a gas of some sort, one of which had properties unknown to any other world that had been discovered. Our 'assignment', as it were, was to inspect the facility, as the production had been lacking somewhat recently. We were to talk to a Mr Kennedy, the head scientist at the facility where the gas was mined. And so we prepared for a five day journey.
And we slid.
And arrived in Hell again.
The worlds we travelled to were mostly already explored by previous sliders, some aware of parallel dimensions, others not, while some the Consortium had started trade routes with, importing and exporting supplies that either world wished for. It was while in one of these worlds that we parted ways with the Consortium.
We had been asked to inspect a facility that mined a gas of some sort, one of which had properties unknown to any other world that had been discovered. Our 'assignment', as it were, was to inspect the facility, as the production had been lacking somewhat recently. We were to talk to a Mr Kennedy, the head scientist at the facility where the gas was mined. And so we prepared for a five day journey.
And we slid.
And arrived in Hell again.