Principle:R U S T (i)

[2B 'Geist']

As the miles passed, Jean had figured that all the giant metal debris must've came from either one of two places. The area Jean wandered about most certainly held an agriculture and/or manufacturing background. Jean didn't know exactly, but from how he tracked his route he had to be in what once was south central portion of the Mid-West. Oil and gas were very numerous businesses in the old world, and Jean understood that the ultra-mechanization of industry was in it's prime. The pieces of mega-structure sprawled about very well could've been pieces of a huge grain or oil refinery in the area. It could've made farm or oil equipment as well.
A third option, though not true for the present structure Jean gathered, was these huge pieces of metal had fallen from space. Metal of that fallen nature though had different qualities in its decay. Orbital metal has a fine gloss to it, and often the rust doesn't touch the space ionized metals. The present metal was most certainly earthside, titanium oxidizes past red to a dingy purple from the crimson. "I need to find the source of this metal, it has to be near", Jean thought aloud. There was motion in this place. Jean knew he must be close.
The trees thinned out and the scape of the land became more barren. More affects of industry. Jean's speculations were confirmed when he saw the outcropping of the mega-structure. Oil and gas were definitely the answer. This factory seemed and smelled to be the remains of a giant refinery. Jean was in high alert on account of other scavengers afoot around this disaster zone. Jean had learned long ago the people of new always seek the places of old. There weren't merely answers to be found, but questions to be made. Death, though was always near behind in these zones. Knowledge comes at a deadly price. The rust here was immense. Crude oil seeping out of the ground seemed to have the rust growing all in it, as a mold contagion infects a week-old pot of coffee. Jean noted that dually. The land was dead, oh it was scarred and knifed well from the constant drilling and sucking of the machines housed here. What little wildlife in the area had been killed off by the toxic implosions. Jean was anxious to see signs of humanity, though he felt a violent chill in the air. Though staying on the perimeter, Jean knew he had to go deeper into the blast zone. Whether an actual being, or fear itself, Jean kept hearing a small voice in his mind. Totally foreign and alien, Jean was perplexed that he couldn't place the speaker of voice as recognized. It was feminine in cadence and tone, but something about it was mighty rhythmic. Almost mechanical in a sense. The feeling left Jean chilled.
Stopped in his tracks, Jean crouched behind a spiral gnarled piece of metal in the dusty soil. The voice had been on repeat with various speeds, both phrases being: "Draw near, my friend.", and "Closer, I can feel you". The intensity of the voice had halted Jean to his knees. His whole focused had been drawn to this voice in the center of his skull, blaring so loud but subtle. Never before had jean encountered such a phenomenon in his experiences, nor heard of it in passing.