I breathed the air of the world 'down there' for the very first time in the year 2078 of the breakthrough era and it smelled like anything but flowers.It was the smell of socks and onions. Gas and sauerkraut. Garlic and sour milk. Garbage and…well, in short, it was a stench. The environment is as pleasant as a pebble in a shoe. And behold, here I am! Me, the frontier, day by day looking for a place to survive for myself and new resources for those 'up there'. ‘Oh,’ you say, ’what dangers may have survived such toxicity.’ I will tell you: goblins! Every night is a fight for survival. I could do it standing on my head. But what about you? Could you do it too?