Origin of the Feces

[angstclot]

The Security guard removes Lester's hood and leads him into the Green Hell's central cavern.

'It's not as big as I thought it would be' He thinks to himself as his eyes adjust to the light. 'It IS large, but far more densely compacted than I expected.'

He takes it all in as he's escorted up the main thoroughfare. The perimeter wall of the circular cavern is congested with a combination of homes and businesses built into the rock. As he's led further towards the center, he passes countless other free-standing buildings, all constructed of metal, stone and wood. And the plantlife. Lester's senses are bombarded with the sight and scent of massive amounts of plant overgrowth everywhere. Just...literally everywhere.

"The ceiling is impressive." he noted aloud, looking at the dozens upon dozens of gigantic monitors anchored onto it, each screen broadcasting a view from just outside the station of the Islay Ice Cloud, collectively giving him the impression of an airy openness in spite of his claustrophobic surroundings. Truly, (he thought) as close to being in the out of doors while residing within the confines of a space station as one could get.

"This could be the interview of a lifetime." he said to himself with a smile.