|The fanning method of mining.|
Mind you, this is intensely boring work. To create a railway, I carve out just enough room to run a minecart down, plus headroom for myself. This has been a trial-and-error process: I stand two meters tall in this realm, and when I sit in the minecart, I still require two meters height and one meter in width. This is the barest necessity for a gangway. While digging this out, of course, it is advantageous to start "fanning", that is, mining large side passages as far as I may reach in all directions, at intervals of two meters, to advance my odds of finding mineral deposits. While this triples my work time, it is essential for personal development and acquisition of resources, so for the present time I see no alternate route about this.
I have died in the construction of the rails, when I expended two meters of track down a one-meter-high excavation, then rode into it at full speed. Took my fool head off; I woke up on Bartram Island and had to make a new boat to sail up to the villagers' cabin all over again. Additionally, this necessitated another couple of weeks at monster slaying and earning experience at uncovering minerals and smelting ores. Highly tedious work, even for one who likes to muse and wonder at the details.
And even though it won't kill me, I've learned not to get out of a minecart in a corridor two meters in height, as it affords me a wicked crack on the skull. One more meter of clearance is required, so now I'm tunneling one meter's width and three meters' height, in addition to fanning out at five meters' depth and a total of nine meters' height in a hemi-circle, and I estimate I will continue this process for at least two kilometers.
|Redstone: glowing, embedded, and mined.|
|A length of powered rail.|
|Bedrock: the lowest possible point.|
There is nothing to be done with bedrock. It is simply the layer at which one stops digging, beyond which one can go no further. This compels me to wonder where there is a similar limit to the firmament. If there is, that means there is a measurable limit between the bottom of the world and the heavens, while the world itself knows no such limit in any lateral direction. When I think of this too hard I have to close my eyes; my head shudders and I draw a sharp breath. This is too mind-bending, to realize one exists in a realm which is shaped, essentially, like a flap-jack, except with no limit to the edges. I can't conceive what possible use this might be, nor how it could possibly have come into being.
|Thoreau is strangely enamored of this.|
When it passes that I encounter an Explodicon, provided it does not sneak up behind me and blow me up, I must attack it swiftly. With a good steel sword I can take it down in three strikes, adding power to my blows with a running leap. With an enchanted diamond sword, my word! the poor beast falls quickly, and I nearly feel an unfairness in the melee (until I count the number of times these miserable horrors have blown me up). Among its remains, however, is left a measure of gunpowder. It is my theory that the Explodicon somehow produces this, converting whatever it eats into a nearly smokeless black powder of considerable potency. When I pack this down with sand, it forms a quite intimidating block of dynamite, which is good for excavating (roughly) a block of solid stone, three meters cubed. Yet when applied to dirt or gravel, it destroys considerably more, satisfyingly more.
That's about all I have for now, except I would like to show you, dear reader, what it looks like to ride the rails through three hundred meters of stone, at an altitude of about ten meters above the bottom of the world. Pardon the graininess of these images, as I entirely lack the technology to reproduce a kinematoscope, a zoopraxiscope, or anything like this.