Bound To The Disabled Apocalyptic Tycoon

sive, corrugated steel warehouse. The night air in the moun

oor and punched the six-digit code A

ly rolled upward. Automated floodlights slammed on row by row,

ath caught i

ingly beautiful. Pallets of supplies were stacked nearly ten mete

survival biscuits, and endless pallets of purified water. To her right sat rows of heavy-duty die

awing cramps of starvation. She remembered her fingers freezing to the bone as she dug through radioactive

to the first towering wall of MREs. She pre

er chest. Never again, she vowed, her eyes burning

the warm, pulsing birt

ke

ood vanished. There was no sound, no rush of wind. Just empty a

d through Jessie's veins. The absolute securi

he wide aisles. She slapped her hands against gener

Vanish

mptied out like a magic trick, all of it transferred safely to the rich black soil o

a specialized, climate-controlled glass incubator. Inside were the rare,

ll pot containing a rare, blooming Alpine Snow Lotu

er chest, Jessie closed her eyes

vanished from th

less expanse of black soil was now cluttered with th

knees, dug a small hole with her bare hands, and planted

ed into the soil, a viole

ed in the air above her, glowin

DETECTED. ENERGY

ly expanded, its petals glowing with an ether

d. [PRIMARY ECOLOGICAL CYCLE ESTABLI

ely to hoard her stolen jewelry and clothes, never realizing it was a living ecosystem. Becau

plies she had just absorbed. Tapping into the new "Matt

nto the air and neatly stacked themselves into perfect, organized sectors m

ike control over this d

in the cold, empty warehouse. A genui

g the silence. The caller

er voice turning b

manded, his voice tight with authoritarian anger. "It is your offic

e. A dark, predatory gl