Fourth Trial

[bathymetric]

[ After the evidence (and what a large batch of evidence it is, this time) has been gathered up, after actually patiently waiting a longer time than usual to make sure everything's been grabbed, the speakers over New Rapture crackle to life. ]

Time's up, everyone. You know where to go.

[ The lower number of bathyspheres, as you descend, is starting to become really notable, isn't it? The descent is the same as ever, lower and lower into the sea. The bioluminescence of those slugs on the ocean floor is almost brighter today, somehow, and some of them have even crawled up the cliff face around you as you pass them.

The dome approaches, slowly as ever, gleaming red in the darkness. The bathyspheres land in a row, doors opening one by one to reveal the familiar sight of the trial room, three more podiums now darkened. ]

Take your places, ladies and gentlemen. You've got a doozy of a situation to discuss. Ass Man and Silver Fox are dead. You know what happens if you can't figure out whodunnit.

[ Welcome to your fourth trial. ]

Comments

[howveryglib]

They are, yes, along with certain vehicles. I will confess that I do have some familiarity with their internal workings, but ultimately I am not the one doing most of the complex engineering work on them. I can do minor repairs if necessary, but I prefer to leave the most difficult work to specialists.

[allatonce]

Figured. You don't really strike me as an engineer.

[howveryglib]

I do seem to attract them, though, thinking about it. My closest friend was an engineer, his son is an engineer, my second in command is an engineer, one of my children is probably going to become an engineer…

[…actually his daughter’s girlfriend is ALSO an engineer thinking about it…]