Gorg Chum eyed his surroundings warily as he steered his small, one-man submarine through the dark channels of water. He had lived on Shawm for all of his life but never once had he ventured this far into the slums.
Up until now he had never had a need.
His had been a privileged upbringing. As a youth he had been given the finest education Shawm had to offer. His birth mother was an important figure with good connections. Gorg had slipped into the higher political levels as easily as he had slipped into the water as a fingerling.
Advocating jobs for the poorer classes and actually visiting said poorer classes were two entirely separate things in Gorg's mind.
The temperature in the submarine dropped as he plunged further and further into the deeper, less hospitable waters. The general lack of sunshine made food and resources scarce in this area and, therefore, cheaper to live.
Gorg shivered as he adjusted the sub's heading toward the main stretch of caves and dwellings. His shiver had nothing to do with the cold. For the first time in his life he felt completely out of his league. Deciding to swim smack in the middle of the resistance had seemed like a good idea from the comfort of his own office. But now he wasn't so sure.
