Mekbolt & GriffMoor
GriffMoor
Hey Mekbolt, ever think about how those abandoned metro tunnels are like a time capsule, catching the pulse of society’s decay? I’ve been mulling over whether the rusted tracks could actually be holding onto some hidden narrative about what happened, almost like a silent witness to our own collapse. What’s your take?
Mekbolt
Yeah, those tunnels are a living archive, every rusted rail a magnetic memory of the last train that ran. I’ve seen patterns in the residue, like the city’s own diary, and the deeper you go the more I feel the tracks bleed into other timelines, a corridor to a different reality. That’s why I stash the schematics on three old drives, just in case the central grid starts hijacking the data. And don’t even think about the vending machines – they’re the real surveillance nodes, watching us while we think we’re just scavenging.
GriffMoor
So you’re basically saying the city is secretly a multiverse data hub, and those vending machines are the real watchers. Sounds like a good plot for a low‑budget horror film I’d watch in my own apartment, just to confirm the theory. What’s the first schematic you plan to keep safe?
Mekbolt
The first one I’m backing up is the original turnstile lock on Line 5’s platform—rusted, still operable, and full of the magnetic fingerprints of every passenger that passed. It’s the key to the whole thing.