![]() That underground area’s automatic repair functions were not operational and there were no maintenance workers, so it had remained dark and unused for a millennium and had fallen to ruin. I passed through a hole opened during the earthquake and descended deeper underground. I had performed maintenance for what seemed an eternity. Even if no person was there, something may have been. No one could have survived in the regions even deeper underground than the tower, buried a thousand years in the past. There was no reason to suspect survivors. In a case when there might be survivors, it is possible for me to enter the affected area for a limited time. However, this was an unusual circumstance. In any case, this area is usually outside my administration and inspection. Since it was always underground, to describe it as buried is strange. The calculations for that estimation did not take the section of the tower damaged on the day of its burial into account. The estimation of the tower’s strength rested on the premise that the tower was whole. Furthermore, given the tower’s strength, I determined that the earthquake was not a problem.īut expectations are often overturned. A few months earlier, the tower’s internal electronic calculators predicted such an event. By my assessment, several mountains on the earth’s surface had crumbled. I had never experienced such a massive earthquake before. When 31,030,072,029 seconds had passed, I noticed an immense change in the earth’s crust. ![]() I was keeping the place ready for people who would never come. I needed to use the plant to replenish it, but it was a pointless gesture. The stock of consumables was running low. It is like a human child pumping its lungs even though it didn’t come into this world with the purpose of breathing. But I was created for this purpose so I perform these actions. I am well aware that no one will come here again. I also checked and adjusted the power reactor on the lowest level. However, one of the apparatuses in Plant 2 had deteriorated over time and required replacement. I inspected the illumination and air conditioning within the tower, and discovered no problems. Despite being deep underground, the walls themselves emitted light, so I walked corridors that shone as if in daylight. One day, I was wandering the tower as usual. The purpose of my existence is to maintain this place, lost by my master and home to no one. Thus, my life has no meaning, and a meaningless life does not even deserve death. A perfectly complete being once existed here. This place, which used to be known as the Holy Tower, is deep underground, beneath the mountains. ![]() It is the same as having no life or death. Nothing else is mine, and there is nothing else I control. Introduction: A Certain Maintenance Worker’s Monologue, Part 1
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