In a world once destroyed, science has become the scapegoat for all the mistakes of the past, and intelligence is looked on as a disease. Anyone who shows signs of cleverness is banished, sacrificed to the River Thames, and left to sink or swim in its cold waters. Yet beneath the River's surface, and throughout the world's waterways, a new war rages between the rejected. One that threatens to extinguish those lucky enough to survive so far, and consume all else.
As all was chaos around her a tall, dark haired woman made her way down one of the sub’s main corridors towards the bridge and her command post, striding through the hive of activity that her ship had suddenly become.
‘What have you found?’ she asked casually, taking a seat in the tech laden but somehow Elizabethan looking Captain's chair ...
The girl stood against the concrete railing of the bridge and looked off into the night. The cool night air picked up her hair and blew it this way and that across her face. Tickling her cheeks and nose, but she didn't brush it away and instead stood straight and tall. Defiant. She didn’t want to look down either.
Arriving at a large metal door, which had the traditional oval shape associated with submarines, Lady pressed a panel on the wall next to it, and stared intently at the screen for a few moments. She could see the girl lying on the floor inside, soaking wet and unmoving.
Propping herself up on her elbows, she was surprised to find herself alive. It took her a few second to process it all. The bed, the room, the sparse furniture. The last thing she remembered was passing out in the cold black water, a metal arm thing clamped around her waist, and now here she was in this strange room, seemingly OK
Heading out of the galley and turning right along the hallway, they came to a set of square-curving stairs that led deep into the heart of Lady’s submarine. As they climbed down the stairs, the metal clunked loudly with each step, the sound reverberating off the surrounding metal walls...