When I started my shift the toilet was blocked and always had been. I unblocked it and the rest is now modern history.
The clock was really showing it’s age back then though. That good old rectal thermometer.
The telephone is connected to a dungeon underneath nicknamed the deep. Approximately the same size as the city that sits on top of it – it hides a granite clock that measures the heat given off a chain reaction.
Nothing really interesting and I’ve been down there before – even in the clock chamber.
Yes I did add a few things to make the place down below move along but it’s literally just a few computers to help the regulator etc. Nothing special.
There’s nowhere to live down below though.
So yes I quite literally live ontop of hell. Explains my madness!
TBH I don’t want to be attached too much to this project although I know it was me that did it – I basically flushed a dirty fucking toilet man and it took 30 fucking years. I’m fucking sick now aswell!