The Morlocks
The Subterranean Keepers of a Dying Earth
We keep the gears turning—and the dinner bell ringing.
You think you're afraid of the dark? Nah. We *are* the dark. Down here, we're the clockmakers and the wolves. We maintain what's left of the world's bones while the sun-people play nice up top. And when the sky goes cold, we collect what's ours. No malice. Just mechanics.
What I'm Into: ventilation shafts, phosphorescent fungi, ape maintenance routines, cold light machines, Eloi culling season
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