In the icy seawater, Charles, clad in a diving suit weighing over two hundred pounds, stood within the underwater ruins of SITE6, watching the cleanup operation unfold before him.
One steamboat after another chugged over to the surface above SITE6, their smokestacks billowing white. Slowly, they dropped anchor, serving as cranes to hoist away the massive debris from the ruins.
A full month had passed since SITE6 fell silent. Nothing had emerged from within the dense ice since then, but Charles's skull was still nowhere to be found.
Fortunately, Sodoma was large enough that there were no major issues in terms of material resources.
From behind the thick glass of his helmet, Charles thought, Did they take my skull with them when they disappeared? That can't be right—it's just an ordinary bone. What use would they have for it?
