Nobody spoke up, so he moved on.  “Right.  Next, I think we should take some more time for research.  I propose we go with the choices we’ve made, saving both the electricity and the crafting hall as options for now.   I’ll execute the seventy-four thousand worth of options, and we’ll all spend the evening thinking and reading.  I intend to look at the value of selling some of our items and whether it’s a good trade.  And get familiar with the pricing of things on the open market.  My guess is, there will be things we can salvage that will be rare or unique to the market and might fetch pretty good prices.” He watched as dollar signs began to twinkle in the others’ widening eyes.

“Then, first thing in the morning, we’ll get together and see what info everyone can add before making more hard decisions.”  He raised his hand.  “This time I’m gonna need input from everybody.  Sound like a good plan?”

Every hand at the table went up.   Allistor turned his focus to his interface and executed their first choices.  The reinforced gates, back door, sensor system, traps, clean water source, dozen sleeping quarters, kitchen and cold storage, and infirmary.

A bold red prompt asked him if he was sure about those choices.  When he clicked on “Yes” the golden glow returned to the floor, walls and ceilings.  The lines began to blur and shift, and Allistor wasn’t the only one who began to feel a little woozy.   Amanda had her eyes shut tight and had a death grip on the table.  Meg was once again holding onto Sam.  Chloe crawled into Nancy’s lap and scrunched her eyes tightly closed as Nancy held her.

When it was all over, the place looked nothing like it had before.  It was as if the system had hollowed out a small underground town.   They sat in the middle of a large open circle next to a small fountain.  A cavern had been hollowed out around them, with a twenty-foot-high domed ceiling.  Around them stood several small stone buildings with doors and windows.

To his right, Allistor saw a ramp that sloped up to the familiar-looking metal cellar doors. Only now they were much larger and thicker, and they stood upright at a ninety-degree angle from the floor.  There was some kind of natural light, but no source was evident.  He looked at Amanda and said, “Well, that solves the light issue.  No lanterns needed.”

The group began to fan out and explore the buildings.   Those closest in around the edge of the circle turned out to be the kitchen, which came with a dining area sized for about twenty people and the cold storage walk-in;  the infirmary with a waiting area, an office, three exam rooms, a triage area and some storage; and two bathrooms, one with a bathtub and one a shower. In between them was a small octagonal building with a window on each surface.  The market interface.