For all the talk of machines taking over jobs, mining dust will be the one area where human and faunus labor will be needed.
Dust has a low level of radiation that doesn't kill organic life, yet it's murderous on machines definitely those with AI.
The mining equipment was accounted for. Matching number of power cartridges for Dig Dug.
Dig Dug, sonic pickaxes, stuck into the crystal surface. Vibrating, it cracks the surface allowing it to be vacuumed. Following a black rubber hose, it filled up a cart which gets pushed by prisoners towards a vent. The raw crystal dumped into the vent. It followed along the vent pipe into a dust wagon and dust tank. Then delivered to a dust processing plant.
Dumping the contents of his cart into the vent's opening , Adam stared at the vent.
"Others tried to escape through the vents," brought his attention onto the Count, "It didn't end well."
"Then how did the dust didn't get contentment by the human waste?"
"That's for the processing plant to figure out," remarked the Count.
Pushing his cart back to the black rubber hose, Adam focused his thoughts on Blake and the restless nights she must be having.
Looking up from her book, Blake leaned forward peering over the window ledge. Rubbing her sore cheek, she watched the crowd. Small groups conversing together. Groups within groups.
"Why don't you walk among them?" brought her attention onto Weiss leaning against the door frame.
"I don't feel like it."
"More like you're afraid."
"Afraid?"
"Yes. Afraid that your perception of humans was wrong. That you took lives for a false ideal."
Blake's fingers dug into the windows stile.
"This isn't Argus or Atlas. Here in Vale, the faunus are more accepted."
"Like Velvet."
"Cardin bullies everyone."
"Fine," grabbing her hair bow.
"No, leave it behind. You must walk Vale without wearing your hair bow."
"Yeah right."
"It's not like I'm asking you to walk Vale naked," stepping from the door frame, "Put it this way, you wear that bow then I'm right about you being a coward," exiting the room.
Looking at her hair ribbon, "Guess, proving her wrong will be worth it," thought Blake exiting the room without her weapon and hair bow.