Sitting in the darkness of the cavernous room, David wore serenity on his face like a mask. Anybody who looked closely would see his slightly furrowed brow, his clenched jaw, the look of concentration that came from pretending to be relaxed. The glow of the computer screen didn't help matters any. It cast just enough off-colored light to make him look slightly sick. He was securely tucked away into his secret shelter. During the Troubles and the Consolidation that took place in the early 21~(st) century, bomb shelters came back into style in a big way. For those who could afford them anyway. The really smart people, whether they could afford them or not, built their own in secret, so when trouble came to their neighborhood their neighbors wouldn't know and wouldn't come looking for safety. Supplies only lasted so long.rnDavid was one of the smart ones. He had read all the requisite architecture and physics books and had started with a basic set of plans downloaded off the net. He bought a sound hammer and every day, after he got home from the office, he would go down to his basement and spend hours disintegrating dirt and rock with the ultra sonic waves it generated.
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