[ WP ] Even though it 's happened to many professions before now , I never expected my job to become obsolete .

`` I guess you'll call this one in, huh?'' The operator cackled into the microphone, barely audible on the other side, the sound only amplified by walls of the limestone cavern. 
 
 The slender man pulled a crusted and black index finger to the headset which was almost invisible underneath the the thick sediment that sat atop the man's head -- a testament to his decades spent in the under-earth. He began to speak into the headset -- but stopped, a habit hard to break. `` Who else is going to do it?'' He thought. `` Who else but me has toiled high and low in sweet and in sorrow with neither the wind nor the touch of life or the sun, or the foundation upon which life has sprung itself to soothe my Self!'' 
 
 His long years spent underground had made him bitter yet peaceful. His long years searching had made him mentally fatigued and withdrawn. He knew it was too late to care, that there was no point and this addition will be as tedious as the last and the next and the one after that. He knew that the under-earth will become as vile and corrupt, and as stagnant of soul and replete of malice as the over-earth had some time millions of years ago. 
 
 The under-earth was necessary. The planet had been starved and the last great war had set up vast networks of Hyperion-grade phaser cannons just outside the earth's atmosphere that could be set off like dominoes in a mutually assured destruction of what little of the planet remained. So we sat underneath the charred and dusty surface of a once vibrant planet. Tucked away in titanium walled rooms like ants betwixt dizzying series of tunnels and highways and Transportubes. Governments now able to block off and defend their territory from all angles, the repercussions were dire for any citizen that did n't manage to dig their way to and unexplored area. Forced matings, food was basically non-existent, earthquakes were increasingly dangerous, books as we know them are extinct, replaced by neuronal-resonance devices that were amplified by the iron and ore in the earth and worked similar to radio, broadcasting state-run media, the only kind of media, really, and a state of perpetual war threatened the final frontier. 
 
 `` Confirmation number, Mr. Fero.'' He had been holding his breath so long, another one of those habits. He returned, `` 54-MENWICK 237, looks like 3 individuals, a male and 2 androids. Signs of struggle. Electron-migrocometer showing traces of electron pulse gun use. Human severely charred from waist down.'' 
 
 `` Bag'em up and catalog the human.'' 
 
 He reached down and began picking up the belongings from around the lifeless human body, lying naked on the ground: a long wooden and metal staff, a bag full of stones and a glass transporTube card. He did n't wonder anymore, there was nothing new here, he had seen them in all shapes and forms, some reduced to a brackish red jelly on the dirt floors that the androids had poisoned with cellular chromeatoph. 
 
 Mr. Fero reached into his yellow bag and pulled out the cornea remover, for proper categorization, the cornea's had to be removed and identified, also so the color rods can be cloned for blindness vaccines. He used his thumb and forefinger to open the eyelids, and the eye moved! 
 
 `` This person is n't dead!'' He yelled into the microphone, his heart thumping and adrenaline closing in on his vision. `` Calm down! Leave the area immediately!'' 
 
 I'm not sure if I'm allowed to do this, this is my first post, but I want to see if anyone wants me to go on before I flesh this out!
