The Mechanical Era

Ridge woke up early in the morning to the sound of sizzling noises just next room. Wondering what it was, he got out of his bed and walked over. His wife, a wonderful woman with brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a reed-flower green cotton gown, and a white apron, cooked on top of a steel pan.

She had managed to convince her husband to buy a brand new set of metal equipment, things she can use to help whip up some delicious meals. Upon hearing the creek of the door opening, Mrs. Myers turned her head to face the man she has committed her life to with a smile.

"Good morning honey. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes," she said. Ridge, upon seeing her happy place, smiled back.  He quickly went back to his room and changed into his police officer uniform.

Once he was done, he came back and sat down on the table, ready to eat up. He had been treated to some meat, cheese, porridge, and some fancy bread, all prepared by his wife, who was a great cook.

"Anything remarkable happened yesterday?" she asks.

"Hm... oh yes. They have authorized me to inform you of what I have been doing at over the palace."

"Hm...? Inform me? About what?"

"You know how I had to wake up early in the morning every day to get to the palace?" Mrs. Myers thinks for a minute, before understanding what Ridge meant.

"Ah yes. I know. What was it about?" Mrs. Myers asked. She had been curious about what they have been doing over there.

"We have been practicing how to use firearms. The best one was to get a special PCR-18 revolver for them."

"A... a what?" she asked her husband.

"It is like a smaller version of those guns those soldiers had," Ridge replied.

"Oh? And who got this special weapon?" Ridge pointed his thumb toward him and smiles.

"Me. I will be receiving it today," Ridge replied.

"Really? That is wonderful."

"Thanks."

A little moment of silence between the two. Mrs. Myers had something in her mind, that she wanted to speak to her husband.

"So... do you think that we might be able to move out of this place sometime later?" she asks.

"What do you mean?"

"Well... we have been living for a long time and... since you got a new job, I think it would be best for us to find someplace else. Don't you agree?" Mrs. Myers insinuated. Ridge takes a moment to think.

"...I guess so. Yes. Though, though I am going to have to start saving up before we get one." Ridge replied. Mrs. Myers smiled at his answer.

"I agree. We should take our time with the matter."

The two soon finish up their breakfast. Ridge, after wiping his mouth with a cloth, gave his wife a goodbye kiss and left for work. This left Mrs. Myers all alone, who had a whole house to tend to. Thankfully, it was rather a small place, so she should be able to finish up with it quickly.

She takes the broom and starts sweeping the floor, piling up all the accumulated dust on the floor into one corner to be thrown in a bin. The woman then took down the cobwebs on the sides of the walls, in the corners, under the bed, and inside the closet. As that was done, she got to make the bed that the two of them slept in.

After a long day of work, she then made it over the ceramic pot, the one that contained the water they used to drink, and opened it up. Surprisingly, it appears that their water is running dry, with only a few cups of water remaining.

"Oh, dear. It appears I will have to go get some water," she spoke to herself.  With that, Mrs. Myers took off her apron, picked up a wooden bucket, and left her house. She locked the door and hit the key under a flowerpot, as usual. The mat would have been too obvious.

She walks down the paved roads over to the well, only to find it empty, drained of all its resources. Mrs. Myers now starts to panic, as her source of fresh water appeared to have dried up. However, God appeared to be on her side today.

"Sally? Sally, is that you?" asked a local in a feminine voice. Mrs. Myers turned around, to find an old friend waving at her. My. Myers smiled and waved back at the woman.

"Oh! Stella! How has it been?" Mrs. Myers replied. The friend walked up to her, holding a bucket full of water.

"It has been a while! How have you been?" she asked.

"Never been better! We are finally getting our finances in order." Mrs. Myers replied. Stella, her friend, smiled.

"That is wonderful. Say, what are you doing here?"

"Oh! Well, I came here to get some water. However, it turns out that that the well had dried out," Mrs. Myers explained.

"Oh! That is right! Well, it is because of those damn outsiders! Coming over here, taking our homes and food. So selfish!" Mrs. Myers uncomfortable smiled, and changed the subject.

"Say, Stella, where did you get that water? Is it purified or...?"

'Oh! This? I got it from a water pub."

"The water pub?"

"Yes! They have installed some fancy new things. You pull a lever, and water just... flows out of it! Like magic?"

"Really?"

"Yes! Though, we are going to have to boil the water first before we can drink it, at least according to them."

"I see. Thank you for telling me. I would have probably run over the entire city trying to find a well with water without you." Stella smiled back.

"Anytime, Sally. Say, we should meet up once in a while. Do you think you have time?"

"Um... maybe sometime next week?" Stella smiled.

"Alright. I will be waiting." With that, the two depart. Mrs. Myers arrives at the water pub, an old gothic building waiting white, with a rather short line. She quickly walks inside, fills up her bucket with water, and leave.

Mrs. Myers soon arrive back at her home, safe and sound. She takes out her steel kettle, starts up a fire, and boils the water before pouring it into the ceramic pot.