ANNOUNCER (IN A SOFT VOICE, VOICE OVER)
And so, in a continuous cycle around the clock, the community operates, squeezing its members in an unrelenting pedaling that serves as the source of life itself. All of this is within the heavy darkness that blankets the world.
EXT. PEDALING FACILITY – EARLY MORNING
Reish-Alef arrives early in the morning to replace one of the cyclists. This one is Chet-Daled, who works in agriculture. She descends from the facility completely drenched, soaking wet. The rain stops for a brief moment during these minutes. Reish-Alef meanwhile settles onto his bicycle nearby.
CHET-DALED
It was tough, I was really uncomfortable with the amount of rain that was poured on us.
REISH-ALEF
Yes, the canvas awning we had over the courtyard tore completely two years ago, and the community has no means to repair it anymore. We don't have any replacement for the canvas that used to protect us from the rain. Now the skies are angrily pouring rain on us, and we can't do anything about it.
CHET-DALED
In another hour, I have to be in the vegetable plots. No point in drying off myself. I hope this rain didn't destroy the harvest. I hope the amount I gather will be enough for lunch.