Apocalypse Shelter Administrator - Chapter 405



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EP.405 Cold Shelter

Always the same morning work report time.

“Hmm.”

As I was signing the settlement documents, I paused for a moment.

The agenda is a project to change the use of the lower general residential area.

This is a petition I’ve signed hundreds of times since the shelter became mine.

As more resources and technology were secured and the influence to project externally grew, the facilities needed also increased.

There is a price to pay for our ability to operate double-digit air power, large ground forces, multiple outposts, and even warships.

But in a limited space, to add something you have to take something out.

The upper class is, of course, an exception.

-This is a paradise that gathers only the most beautiful and excellent things in the world.

Artemis’ attachment to her superiors was much stronger than mine.

A place where she and I make memories. A world filled with perfection where her maids and the children she will bear can run around.

The central region already has various production facilities, so there is nothing more to add or subtract.

In the end, what remains is the lower region.

The change of use request form shows various information such as the newly added facility, the energy, materials, and volume space required.

Well, this isn’t really important. Artemis probably just requested it to optimize what she needed.

The last part that you should look at carefully is the one shown.

‘Capacity – 81 people.’

This is the decrease in the number of people who can live there.

This number includes not only housing but also leisure activities for physical and mental health.

“-40, -130, -66. So this is what it means to get wet in a drizzle.”

I thought about the settlement documents I had previously signed.

The shelter’s lower level, which could accommodate a town-sized population, now has a capacity of less than 2,000 people.

It’s a thing of the past when prisoners were rescued from the maritime prison and there was so much empty space that it was almost barren.

Artemis’ mass layoffs of residents were partly due to a lack of space, as well as her intolerance of incompetence.

I put down the pen and manipulated the panel to look at the map of the lower area.

Things that we thought we should ‘not touch’, such as artificial lakes and parks, were preserved, but the rest were filled with cold, inorganic facilities.

In the case of the park, it may be difficult to say that it has been completely preserved, as a significant portion of it has been converted into an underground meadow for horse breeding.

“It is now more appropriate to call it a fortress of the machine empire than the final cradle of human civilization.”

In the outside world, the human realm is expanding, but here, things are going the opposite way.

-It feels like the desert that was far away is coming closer to the house? It’s like it’s slowly eating away at the grass around the house.

Nina’s grumbling wasn’t for nothing.

I picked up the pen I had put down and signed the approval box. This made the shelter even narrower and made it lose its warmth.

But if that is Artemis’ wish, I do not want to refuse it.

She, too, has never once rejected my advances, even if she has grumbled or gotten angry about them.

Originally, this underground city was our exclusive territory, run by just the two of us. Even if the day comes when the capacity reaches 0, I will still sign.

* * *

After signing, I walked around the lower area.

The residents’ living areas still have ample space and feel lively.

The park is filled with walking trails, small forests, streams, ponds, flowers and trees.

There are squirrels, parrots, dogs and cats popping out here and there, giving it a strong sense of an ecosystem.

In the large artificial lake, ducks float around, and on the shore, there are residents dipping their feet or fishing.

The richness and diversity of the natural landscape seems to have increased compared to three years ago.

However, if you go just a little bit further from here, walls of steel immediately appear.

It’s like walking around in an American city for a few minutes without thinking, and then coming to my senses and finding myself in a slum.

In this case, it would be more appropriate to call it a human sanctuary rather than a residential area.

Wherever you look on the ceiling, sentry guns catch your eye.

Artemis must have been so upset that the shelter fell into the hands of monsters during the infection outbreak that she installed sentry guns everywhere whenever she had the chance.

This is why the already desolate lower part feels even more inorganic.

It was while I was heading to the sewage treatment plant that my group intervened in my quiet pursuit.

[I’ll take care of it.]

A hologram of Kids appeared nearby.

“I don’t necessarily need to assist you. I’m not out on a patrol, I’m just walking wherever my feet take me.”

[Your expression looks a bit bitter. I have to make you laugh in vain while I chatter on the side.]

“under.”

Sewage treatment plants are inherently dirty and despised places, but they are a vital part of any facility.

“Is it because the number of people has decreased significantly? It has regained its former cleanliness.”

The structure here is similar to a salt pan.

A 1m wide passageway is surrounded by square high-concentration oxygen purifiers, each containing fairly clear water.

It’s not that it doesn’t stink, but it’s a pretty good sewer.

[When the residents were swarming in the past, it was over. Wherever you look at the purifiers, there are big chunks of shit bouncing around~! It’s all women, but how can they be so strong?]

The sewage treatment plant is a must-visit. It was quite a hassle when there were over 2,000 residents.

There were smells and visuals everywhere that were incomparable to what they are now.

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[That was more than just shitting, it was the right expression to give birth. Oh, sorry. Was that hard to hear?]

The overly explicit expression brought back memories I was slowly forgetting, and my face wrinkled.

“Who likes to talk about poop?”

Fondant.

While we were chatting away, small bubbles began to rise up here and there in the square purifier.

[What I wanted to say was that our purifying shrimps are starving. Aren’t they pitiful?]

Kids pointed to where the bubbles were rising.

Originally, it was a place with only high concentrations of oxygen and microorganisms, but a new owner appeared a year ago.

In the square purifier there are thumb-sized shrimp swimming diligently.

Strictly speaking, it is a separate species shaped like a shrimp, but it is simply called shrimp.

Shrimp have the ability to purify water quality by eating floating substances in the water, and these purifying shrimp are a hybrid species that, as the name suggests, has had that ability greatly enhanced.

It is at such a level that it is possible to directly eat the excrement that flows down the drain from the toilet without any special treatment.

The ability to withstand high concentrations of oxygen, ammonia in urine, and toxins in feces is a bonus.

This species uses genetic information obtained by studying infectious agents, and in terms of genes alone, it is said to be closer to an alien species than an Earth creature.

[It’s fortunate that most of the police officers survived the mass layoffs.]

“Why is that?”

Kids’ hologram has changed.

Muscular 2D women appear, working out hard with squats, bench presses, etc.

[Because they eat other people’s stomachs and poop their own stomachs while exercising. If they hadn’t hard-carried us, all of our purified shrimps would have starved to death. Nina, in particular, is the best employee!]

“Should I laugh at this or not?”

When I heard it, I was just dumbfounded.

“Still, the numbers have definitely decreased a lot.”

The number of purifying shrimp swimming within the square seemed to be less than half of what it was when the population exceeded 2,000.

That number will continue to decrease, not increase.

* * *

“You’ve been walking around quite a bit today. Even though you’re on patrol, you’ve been looking at places you don’t usually go to in great detail.”

Artemis, whom I met in the evening, asked cautiously.

“I wondered at what point the shelter, which felt so spacious, became so narrow. Suddenly, I wanted to look around from beginning to end.”

“Is it because of the change of use construction?”

Even if it is for efficiency, it is true that the human smell at the bottom has been greatly reduced.

Although Artemis prides herself on having a perfect upper body, she cannot refute the idea that ‘humans should be united with humans.’

That’s why he seems to be feeling burdened by the overly reduced human realm in the lower regions.

To be exact, I’m talking about the emotions I’m feeling.

“Honestly, that’s the reason, but I’m not particularly upset or anything. If it’s necessary, then of course I should do it.”

“We will not be adding any additional construction work to change the use for the time being.”

“I said it was really okay.”

I patted my wife’s butt, her expression dark.

“Don’t worry about me and just get ready to go in.”

This is where the incubator that maintains Artemis’ body is located.

Because it is a special body, it requires special care, so it is necessary to occasionally immerse itself in the incubator here.

In the past, Artemis would take care of everything, but after I brought it to her once, I’ve been taking care of it ever since.

It was when she got angry and tried to lock herself in the incubator after having a fight with her husband over a trivial reason.

To ease Artemis’ mind, I carried her in my princess’s arms and went to the incubator and placed her there myself.

He kissed her cheek as it dipped in the preservative and whispered that he was sorry and that she should relax.

Then, all of a sudden, her anger subsided.

He seemed to like it so much that he has been doing the same thing every time he does physical training ever since.

“Then shall we begin?”

He approached Artemis with a smile.

She is wearing slippers and only something like a white bathrobe.

“Camilla, Ayla. You two get out now.”

“All right.”

The two maids who greeted me politely went outside.

My hands untied the gown she was wearing.

Sarak. With a sound, the gown falls to the ground, revealing her dazzling naked body.

Then, he bent his knees and assumed the pose of holding a princess.

“Now, please come into your husband’s arms.”

“…”

Artemis, who would normally jump into my arms, doesn’t move.

“Have you forgotten anything?”

“It’s not that I forgot, but something new has come to mind. I still don’t feel like leaving you alone and just going in.”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

Artemis shook her head at my words.

“Let’s go in together today.”

“Where?”

She pointed to the incubator without saying a word.

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