Ruby returned from her run to find an unnerving sight. She halted her stride to a dull walk about hundred yards from her visual. Before her squatted Greta Winston taking a piss in the dirt. While, Ruby had zero interest in women she still had to admire the woman's shapely ass. Admire in the sense of momentary jealousy. Growling under her breath she blamed her feelings on Jack.
"Found the ladies room I see." Ruby waits until Greta stands and pulls her pants up.
Jumping at the voice Greta blushed as she turned. Her own eyes locating Ruby's busty chest in a thin white tank top that unfortunately enticed her nipples erect. In this harsh realm Ruby had decided that a bra was sacred. Kept for the right time. Discarded until then. It wasn't transparent at least, even coated in sweat.
"Don't go sneaking up on a Gal like that. Scared me." Greta fidgets.
"Sorry. Impossible not to see you coming down off the ridge. We definitely need to figure out the plumbing in this place."
"Plumbing?" She had never heard the term before.
"Crapper. Bath tub. Running water."
Still Greta looked confused.
"I forget where you're from those things are a few years off. I apologize if I confound you."
"I know what bath tub means. We had one out back of the cabin."
"Bet that was a sight. Literally. People watching you bathe."
"We had a clothes line with sheets around the tub. Plenty nuff privacy."
Ruby lowers her chin grinning, "For the record. Maybe 40-50 years from 1873 you might have indoor water. Toilets that flush away into the ground. Tubs that fill water into it through a faucet. Sinks that run water over your hands to wash them afterwards."
"Sounds nice. Far fetched but nice." Greta nods with a timid grin.
Ruby in turn spreads her arms and faces the ship, "As far fetched as this place?"
Greta turns pale realizing that she needed to conclude the future was right before her.
"Still getting used to the idea. Give this gal time."
Ruby lowers her arms and steps close to Greta. Face to face.
"Hold out your hands." Ruby insists.
Complying Greta watches Ruby pull a tiny bottle out of her pants pocket. She opens it and squirts a tiny bit into the woman's palms.
"Rub your hands together."
"What is it?"
"It's called Hand Sanitizer. No running water it's all I have. Not much left at that but call this a friendly gesture."
Greta scrubs her palms until dry then sniffs her hand, "Smell's purdy."
"Lavender. Come on Cowgirl. Let's see what's on the agenda for today."
"Jack already told me to start tilling up soil with this here shovel. Says he plans on seeding crops."
Ruby puckers nodding, "Alright. You get started. Let me talk with Jack and then I'll come help."
Greta shuffled along behind the woman.
"Mind if I ask you something, Miss Ruby?"
"It's just Ruby. Ask."
"Aren't you embarrassed showing off so much of your body?"
"Where we come from there's a much freer thought on things like modesty. Now, I wouldn't go around wearing less than this shirt mind you." She chuckles.
"You sure?" Greta raises an eye brow.
"Well maybe. Depends on the reason for it."
"For Jack?" Greta winks.
"Just friends, Greta. But, yes. I suppose."
"I figgered." Greta giggled.
"That stays between us." Ruby puts an arm around Greta and roughly hugs her to her side before releasing her.
"Sure nuff." Greta brightens her eyes at the friendship brewing.
Indoors James, Cameron, and Malcolm move about carefully in the Garden. They were amazed at what had grown there in the dark. Without any soil or water source.
"How did this shit grow in here Kid?" Cam coughs.
"I'm not sure honestly. It takes soil at least to mature under. Absorb nutrients from the ground. Including water in most cases. We are dealing with alien seeds though. As I told Jack some grow in sunlight others moonlight. I don't understand how these grew without either one."
"Fruit on that tree. Looks like an Apple." Mal reaches up and plucks one sniffing it.
James rushes over and swats it from his hand.
"Don't. Use this to pick anything up. Until I know what might be poisonous we can't risk hand contact let alone eating anything." He passes around handkerchiefs made from the Life Fiber clothe he found earlier in the week.
"Place one on each hand."
They follow his suggestion then watches the clothe mold around their hands into gloves.
"Holy shit!" Malcolm darts his gaze to James.
"I call it Life Fiber. It's the clothing of the future."
Cam winces, "What about inhaling anything poisonous."
"Good point." James wraps a slip of fiber around his mouth and nose allowing it to tighten up. Knowing he could still breath under it he gives the men some material to do the same.
Once attired James picks up the dropped fruit and contains it in his back pack. Then the three of them gather more fruits, veggies and jars of seeds from shelving containers until the pack was full. James at least knew what types of seeds were needed for the outdoors. To create grass and wheat.
Examining the floor closer James realized that the floor beneath the foliage was rubbery in context.
"Here we go. The floor under this garden is an artificial landscape. It offered the plants a source for food. Crazy tech. I love it."
"Does this mean we don't have to plow outside?" Malcolm wondered.
"No. We still need to do that for the cows. Unless you want to bring the herd here." James chuckles.
As the group amuses themselves they suddenly heard a shuffling noise behind them. All eyes bulge as they silent themselves with a chill. Gazing over their shoulders they spotted a vine reaching out for them. It was alive.
"RUNNNNNNNNN!" James bellowed.
They did.