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Deep Earth


    Unit 2298 began its cycle just as it was programmed. It awoke from its charging station with the rest of the 3rd shift Deep Earth Mining Units, and made their way to the cavern elevator to begin their rotation.

    Humanity had always wondered what scientific mysteries the deep earth held. Unable to stand the intense heat and pressure ourselves, we instead created the DEMUs. Beautiful marvels of scientific progress, they were to autonomously and tirelessly excavate a 15 mile deep hole into the earth’s crust. The scientific community held its breath on what they would uncover about our earth’s past.

    As the lift reached the lowest excavated level, the Units reviewed their programming, and set off to work. They were designed to dig, while simultaneously analyzing the material they uncovered. Simple and effective.

    Unit 2298 began grinding away at a sizable wall, and continued for several hours, until its sensors picked up a heat spike on the other side of the rock in front of it. It paused for just a second before its programming decided that it was a mere anomaly. It continued digging until it broke through into a large cavern.

    If it had audio sensors, it would have picked up the screams. The wailing of millions of dammed souls. If its sensors were more advanced it would have sensed thousands of disfigured, twisted bodies rushing past it to climb up the lift that took them to the surface. If its programming had allowed, it would have reported its strange findings to the research team up top.

    But it was programmed to dig. It made note of the heat increase and continued on.

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Credits to: meeplol

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