In a chamber of an Underground Railroad that was really underground, gems of good fortune were embedded through this below ground space with equal likelyhood given the submerged faculties this life of subway services: one for those travelling to hell, and another traveling to the light of day for young kids most most scared of school.

The world which underlings belonged to was extremely contrary in all logics. You’d see normal people like displaced people as we would use that particular adjective sucking on a straw exuding from perpendicularly standing walls of mud and the earth that occurred at this explicit mining destination yeah, but while mining exists, it does not need to be subservient to how futile taking up space is as nature, rather let’s just live in it as another sphere of habitation.

Again, sucking on a straw as long as twenty meters apart or so there was a redemption straw nearby with no sanitation as the mud was carved out for the floor to receive bare feet and unthinking fingers padding against the wall. The infirm, as some individuals who had just experienced tragedy or had a terrible mental condition which made them weak to the senses and erectness because of the inevitability of pressured up torture—mirages from the brain and stuff like that popping and swelling as if the pain was in the brain mass itself wherever worthy the cerebral part was, at highest desperation an imagined bullet would materialize and shoot out the brain, in steps from the skull, nose and air.

Sedation and good feeling, the sensation that pricked up the nose and readied the pride of accepting the good strong release inside. Sulking around they could turn immediately after prancing and peeling around the sufficiently large corridors, nod to the right and suck the good drugs from right next, and when these beings called zombies felt not good enough to stay mouth closed around the straws on the wall

There were other types of individuals in this dismal world, however most of all was that antagonists were people who released flies of venom and spit conducive to whirlwinds in people’s skin to cause chaos in this mild so cerebral a society, isn’t it. Let me tell you about a really unique psychology, timed competition with punishment and value imposing. People racing through mathematics problems, computational ones about allocating resources most abundantly when structure of giving them out was already determined, and they were a showing to others how fast and intelligently they could give our methods a superior solution, retrospectively achieved through the burden of contesting. Then there were gem searchers, and if you think how lacking this living quarters were you can see how lack of mind for the other these roles were too scared to be called category of a character to the core and knew nothing and extracted no motive from the other according to these intrinsic role. That’s how stupid this wold was and no one can possibly understand truth form and respect the foe, and comprehension attacking the other due to these roles living with no self awareness, solitary while being the same with all other gem diggers; then it was rather contradictory that they would help each other when this occupation was the same title but they wanted more stones than others, to keep this greater than number for individualized purposes and be, have the upper quantity.

There were brave miners who turned their backs against the convention of mining daily for coal, a proper resource, rather than straight to digging out jewels to adorn oneself to palaces and courtship, wow these jewels really had effect on fate if you thought about it, weight into serendipity. Just wait and see, cumulatively how many good fortune tarots we get in a lifetime.

Men in doubt of terrorism: miners used the most terroristic tactics to acquire their initial gold, the prelude to their fortune, monetarily. The gold was abstruse in specific depth coordinates below the walking corridor’s feet. A greedy little person, named Mendal; he used the hammer to pound away at the ground so that it split randomly under his place, and used an extractor to suck out the metals. A metal detector and vacuum in one, used to suction these precious metals upwards and straight into your hands. All in front everyone he decided to perform this acquirement; next to none he was inferior to holding these nuggets of inwardly courageous nuggets, the very surface of which suggested, just like the color was natural to the exterior which was outward resemblance of it, the gold was the golden surface, not skin, of this perfect work of value. Now Mendal was a perfect match for a gold digger, coal miner named, ironically Medallion Ranch. The compatibility evaluation of two peoples was done by the matchmakers, a one eyed toothless fairylike companion. She was called Laurettai Migolodo. Middle man, she hated them but it was an invention of her own sporadic verbalness taken way too seriously. There would be two individuals who wanted to know each other out of a personal curiosity, who were ordered, God knows how, forced to consult her first. She was not ever reduced to a smaller Gypsy banding of business because of a lack of demand from the people of the underground, the powerful made her equivalent to decree for the well being of others and order universally given to all, as a result. The miners first of all understood that their fate was to be committed to those of the gem diggers. This was a complementary pair in which the ins and outs of their ways in psyche were to match inner to outer ways. Not a fulfilled union at all like marriage or brotherhood, this was full on social remedy. The gem finders had to meet the coal miners repeatedly face to face, in an exclusive relationship, and let their beings unfold to avoid crisis, that the coal miners were digging but not assisting in their meager tools and astounding, superior digging capabilities to find gems of worth rather than support a filthy but established industry, pollution and absolute power through the lights. Why couldn’t they just excuse themselves for selfish earnings and strategically disarm themseleves with secretly searching for gems too? Part of the self consciousness of the gem diggers was that they didn’t want others that they believed in gems, not only that they were beautiful beyond belief but that they were insanely malleable with the luck of a person’s life, which depended on stones like factors of different godlinesses in one’s future. Wearing them would just make the body and soul in the body imbued with their auras. Gem diggers kept it a secret that they were gem diggers that wanting to dig the gems made them a noun receptive to another noun, gem.

Coal miners were punished, that was fact, that they were punished to boredom that closed the excitement and any novelty to the brain, with the stereotype that yeah, being a good “worker”, to the family or nation was ideal in morals. Really there was nothing beneficial and incredible to other people by being a worker. The desire for them to realize their occupation was so obviously faulty and futile to the lie of the nation that they were supporting the coal industry with one stroke of the shovel having a percent tile increase toward the energy supply that must be worked for each day or else it would disappear at arbitrary rates, this is so intensely empty to not criticize the misery one had to endure inside this occupation. Oh the inconquerable misery of boredom you can’t relate to.

The crossover of jobs was the only desire but the product of synthesis, each wanting the others goal was completely life changing. Stones and sticks are a caveman’s tools, taught the elementary school teacher. No one cared about the past mammoths marching towards caves and spreading frozen fractals over each square mile or crossed over in its enormity, when now the illusion was that everything was a cave, sealed off from dangers, shut like insulation. The problem with Medallion being a coal miners was that he actually did dig for gold, and all these coal miners who aimed for peace and prejudice from the rate of workers, were not all so naive in their own ways. Naive and selfish, this led to impressing others with their rate of work which could secretly to their pleasure be that they liked looking innocent and hardworking while being driven into chaos inside trying to eliminate competition of some kind, when the very idea of which introduced to them was already very strange, came from an entirely another person and was packaged as this very unique motive of corporate competition. A lack of self awareness that was; hating others because of work…

Medallion Ranch wasn’t innocent because he was also searching for gold, which the metal detector he inserted into his face was the racial recognition of a million miles into the country. Being near the coal helped him use a guise of professionality that asserted over, in reputability, over the gold of a century lying simply in a different location. His methods of getting this particular gold to himself rather than others; was absolutely heinous, and his wicked intelligence; or thinning thereof, transpired as him wearing the coal full facial mask (which didn’t contain the facial coal recognition which was covering his face inside the bone, while gold finders was an external tabloid technology). The gas holding gear was to exude mind blanking fumes which repelled those to blankingness inside these gold finding basements, which were sculpted out for those who didn’t know the difference between worth and self worth, but was an appeasement to their existential crisis anyways, and those with an acute mental bending, whether disorder or condition with morals, needed to be tended with relegated scenarios like gem finding or gold digging or the honor of coal mining. Their suffering they felt had to be resolved and fulfilled rather than desensitized and reversed. Just to have the gases, you can become richer than others? And to lessen the moral critique on this small minded individual, the others wanted him arrested and used to serve their own gold digging by handing over the technologies to them. To work for others or make others work in finding the money itself which flowed into your own clean hands was an obvious statement of horrible means and obliviousness. The money being the value of which hands were holding them, was extremely inverse to intelligent societal theories, which in name were just words to these coal miners.

Mendal the gem finder was in retrospect a human clothed as, no a dyed plastic detector in human clothing, dressed humanly. Walking around as if locating was gliding across the world sculpted from within deep earth was his only ambition and impulse forward in this world. Mendal held a torch for that lucky day when the pulse of the universe as he put it, set him forward with a sense of anticipation and hope he never felt before, and he was sure the lack of doubt mixed in was because of the universe’s knowledge of fate of finding the greatest rarity, the final and largest gemstone of his long long digging, and after that, it was time to return home. Home with his superior jewels, home with family all appeased by the might of the amethyst stone which made all quiet and vicious igneous rocks laid in a semicircle of his family that was his family pleasant to the touch and reflecting the calm loving nothingness that was within. By now, it wasn’t that the calm nothingness and good feeling of Mendal was ready to seek out into the world and be squashed by Medallion who was finding the gold with the sedation fumes leaving from random places in his outer gear whenever his mind commanded it, while gems were still in rarity with no clear hierarchy of being inferior to the gold quest of many takers, competitors. The gems were mollified by the fumes too, because the little life and electricity which lay within each small gem was extinguished by a certain chemistry within the gas. Did Mendal ever realize that his worths seeking them was waning every time Medallion came near these secret locations, wherever they were? Nah impossible, these gems were made since the beginning of the universe, said Mendal, to, absolutely no one. It was that gold never lost its sheen for a second due to its solidly colored insides, and the gas never conflicted with the outside as was the inside which was exactly the same. Gems were never cut like a cross section, rather they were slowly chipped away at while their diamond shaped presentation ordered for the core never to be discovered: it was just clear.

The weakness of the biochemistry inside, which was not defeated by any gas except for Medallion’s could dissolve by the accident that fumes chemistry contained already, before the existence and creation of jewels, the aptness to melt inside directly so that clearly from the transclucent inside it was hollow now; you could stick a finger in the hole if it jumped inside the missing insides. Holding out a torch like these designated cavemen to dig through the walls of the actual corridors before there were glints of gold and silver and other ores in, Mendal begun madly digging at the walls and hammered to split this obstruction away. Wow, the insides were so thick, of this earthy wall. Medallion was drilling away at the same wall, from a corridor parallel to the left, the opposite exertion on the cooridors walls led both sides to implode towards a hidden basement. Did they know to see what was inside, the grey wall was an American basement?

No, they just kept on mindlessly prodding at it in hopes that it would find out what it was. The wall was fragile enough to implode inwards, to what was, a hidden basement, an American one with a child in the family, some Doritos lying inside the basement next to a supercomputer: the child walked down the stairwell for a minor rebuke and punishment, saw these cavemen, and screamed, “Savages! Cave men cave people are here! They’re they’re modern day Vikings!” His parents looked to the plane the son was looking towards slowly turning while walking: his jaw dropped below moderate expression. How how how the dad said in a wide desperation out of his exasperated stupefication.

The mother went back to retrieve their gun as these members one Mendal and another Medallion, Medallion Ranch, as the father brought out his phone and started videoing. She came back with the rifle and the family huddled closer together as according to the forest manual on wild bear sightings had said, help help help me, and pointed their rifle towards Mendal who was holding his victorious bag of gemstones, the catch of the day, no the victory of the year. The rifle aimed in its line of sight right towards his eyes, and Mendal, scared to death at this characterization of a wild savage, became personal. He had taken it personally, and hurled one of his large stones he kept as a pouch of weaponry, towards this faraway man who looked as if he would never receive a stone, but Mendal didn’t know that or anything about stones living in the life of such a strange life. Alas he didn’t know the man didn’t live with stones, and with one shout from him a gunshot rung out which grazed his jaw, another which hit Medallion in the stomach and the final bullet which shot Mendal in his lower extremities. Both lay suddenly with a lapse of the pain registering in the in between fell back so hard that their head hit the earth floor with a crack. Mendals eyes were shrinking in size from the horror as if vision were a circular atlas recoiling and folding inwards as a dome. I can’t never fight back, he half said half thought. My gemstones had failed me, I’d never go searching on gray cotton walls, I used to hate those shorts so much I could speak about it, I’d never hit gray despicable graying earth, it was the sign of an anti gemstone to never be touched (as conversely, a possible gemstone was beckoning me with universal attraction to touch). Medallion spoke slowly in interruption, “break me break me break me you are the coal you were telling me to not eat father I should have obeyed you it swam out through the waste pipe into the explosive plastics of black gemstones which made it (the gun Medallion was referring to) I believe you Mendal the opal it slides my coal faster I swear the coal was being mind that was the secret of futility as these bullies called that I was susceptible to because I’m innocent.” He paused and then forced his real internal monologue with belief against his before statement, “I don’t believe I don’t believe your gemstone addiction you’re superstitious you are addicted I never would.” Mendal said, stroking his gemstone, “I remember long ago you said never to play with stones and drill only the stones. Gold only you said. Well I don’t play with superstition as much as to make myself richer every time you knock on gold, it sure doesn’t come when you hammer on gold— why are you keeping the same things identical for your self and quantifying it right after each time you hit what you want?” Best Mendal said that he wanted to be himself, “you know each has different worth, they are not the same and you don’t keep different things in you pocket to sum up area, they can’t be different and cost infinitely with different meanings if you just keep collecting the same color.” Medallion sighed, “different color pastels, each is the same price you can draw with them all the same.”