To exist, is to persist. Many a time have I told myself that. Each and every morning I shamble off my covers, consume a bit of the day old bread I couldn't bear to finish, wash and dress myself for the long day ahead. My feet bring me to the railway station, my hands hold on a hanging strap as the train rumbles onwards deeper into the nest. I would be sitting too, if I were fortunate enough to wake up early.

Passengers around me stare and whisper among each other. The younger ones ask what's and why's while the older ones share what they know. Claims such as 'He's clearly just a janitor, and W corp seems grubby enough not to give their employees a free ride.' to 'He probably just mistook this train for the other. Look at those eye bags, dude's probably been working real hard cleaning up those warp trains. One of those leave and arrive in 10 second intervals, you know?'.

I've never bothered to refute those claims, not that I could for that matter though. The soft vibrations, the quiet stream of gossips and conversation and the distant chugging of wheels. I've come to find those comforting, even more so lately. I usually stand gazing downwards or drifting into a nap without a care in the world if I am seated.

But it never lasts long enough. A ring, and a voice announcing our arrival arouses me from my daze without fail. I hold my resolve and make my exit.

And now, my place of employment. It is a warp train terminus that acts as a junction between 4 wealthy districts. And like wealth, people flow like waves in and out of the sapphire structure. It is frankly a very lively place.

So I go in, flash my card to cold watchful eyes and enter the clean-up crew's break room.

By then, I'd usually find a few of my fellow cleaners about. Some fiddled with their implements, others smoked, talked or just sitting idly.

"Well look at who's early! Strange though, you still look like you're dying. Want me to walk you to the med bay?"

A chipper voice spoke to me, I glanced to my side and see the rambunctious woman striding towards me with a grin on her face.

"Good Morning Rodya."

"Oh! You actually greeted me for once! Are you actually dying or something?!"

I shrugged at that. "Hm. Has there been any tasks assigned to us?"

"Well, there's a train. Seems like it's one of the easier ones though, so I thought it'd be best to leave that to the newbies."

I nodded at that.

"Miss Rodya! Miss Rodya!"

"...hm? Speaking of newbies, Don! Come over here!"

From behind me, something surged forward with incredible speed. I would have been knocked over if not of Rodya keeping me upright.

"Woah! Easy there kid!"

"Good Morning Miss Rodya! Forgive mine tardiness! The sentries prevented my earlier arrival! But no matter, Don Quixote reporting for her first day of duty!"

The yellow girl stood ramrod straigh in a salute.