Manual Deterioration' Complete
Nic clunked the metal keyboard. An echoing creak resonated around the tower. This sound would never get old to him. The buzzing of the cameras, panning in and out, captured this vast, now obsolete place. Giant, metal helter skelters, egg-shaped orbs caught mid-spin, chained swings suspended, creaking, high above the trees. Nic had fought to keep this place alive, but the infrastructure, rusted and derelict, highlighted its demise. It was almost over. A few of the rides and simulations had required 'manual deterioration' but one refused to give up. Nic was looking for Ruth. She'd been a part of this park as long as he had. His observational skills meant he could tell, from the rustle of a single leaf, if it was a bird, a cockroach or, as it soon became apparent, her. The lever she stood next to, once viewed from every camera angle, now had blind spots. She'd known this. She knew everything he did. He smiled. He'd always known she was better than him. The lingering l