Chapter 137: The Climate Crisis Is a Lie (2)
A Snowy Day.
Stranded inside a building, I did what any technician would do in such a situation.
That is, I activated the emergency generator installed in the building.
Whiiirrrr—!
"...There we go."
The lights that had been extinguished flickered back on, and we, who had been trapped in the pure white darkness, returned to the world of light. Upon returning to the first-floor lobby, I let out a sigh of relief as I saw the now-functioning elevator.
"Shall we head up now, Gallum?"
"Scientist, just to be clear, earlier when you—"
"Earlier? What happened? I was so startled I must’ve forgotten whatever it was."
Gallum, who had called me a beast or some such thing earlier, gave me a disgruntled look. However, I simply responded with a wide grin, trying to placate him. Although I had managed to get the emergency generator running, there was no guarantee the elevator wouldn’t suddenly stop mid-ascent.
If, by chance, the elevator plummeted, the only one capable of saving me during freefall would be Gallum, with his muscles transcending physical limits, shrugging off a landing from several hundred meters. Ah, behold those magnificent muscles over there. In this primitive world, devoid of civilization, nothing is more valuable than that impressive form.
"Hmph... I’ll let it go this time."