"Yes... yes, we'll wait here."
"Good, I fully accept the company's decision!"
"Goodbye!"
The Train Conductor hung up, then scratched his already thinning hair. The company would send the nearest maintenance vehicle over. It would take about six hours to arrive.
That meant they had to stay there and wait for six hours. He had also asked whether they could return to the nearest station and wait there, but the company felt it was unnecessary.
They would simply wait where they were, then leave with the maintenance vehicle after it repaired the railway.
The Train Conductor was thinking of having the Chief Attendant inform the passengers that they would need to wait a while longer and that the train would definitely be delayed when the red warning lights suddenly lit up in the room, accompanied by a shrill alarm.
He hurriedly pushed open the door and ran toward the front of the train. But after only a few steps, he froze where he stood...
Thirty seconds earlier, the young repairman had crouched down beside the snowdrift. He reached out and touched the patch whose color differed slightly from the snow.
Just like the Federal Dream, the shelters across the land also had so-called New Era dreams.
Every industry had produced a large number of legendary stories about people who had achieved financial freedom through their own hard work. The most common rumors involved scavengers.
A certain team had discovered important supplies left behind during the Great Evacuation in some city, then exchanged them for a huge amount of money at a shelter. Everyone had achieved financial freedom overnight.
Or perhaps a certain team had broken into a bank vault in some city and found a large quantity of gold bars that had not been transferred in time. They, too, had