Anderson Power ( Open )

Anderson Power
The Anderson Power Plant is not what you would typically think of whenever the word Power Plant comes to mind. Nathan was a genius engineer whenever it came to do with anything power related. Most power plants were huge, bulky and powered chemicals and particles of an unsavory nature into the atmosphere. This was something that was truly not that appealing to Mr. Anderson. Whenever he was seventeen, Nathan had begun building and plans for how he would go about making a power plant underground; unseen to the naked eye. He had invested countless funds into the project and it had been a success. The only visible part to the Anderson Power plant was the virtually entire glass building, ‘tinted’ of course. It was four stories high. It was not a massive work of art by any means. It was modest, but incredibly modern and secure. The real masterpiece was beneath the ground.


Underneath this ordinary glass building is something of beauty. Miles and miles of power producing machines and devices spread out, completely unseen from the modern world. It was not anything to hide. Many people knew that was what was power many portions of the district and other areas but very few people had actually seen them.
The plant itself was just the means to generate revenue really. The Capitol had of course gotten involved because they were aware that this sort of design was possibly the future. Something underground was easily controlled, did not divert from space on the surface and could ultimately expand endlessly. There were a handful of Capitol advisors and supervisors that were constantly employed at the plant. They rotated frequently. The power was the easy part. Every once and a while something would go wrong that would cause for Mr. Anderson’s attention, yet, he was hardly ever engaged down below.


Mr. Anderson’s interests laid elsewhere. He was always trying to configure a way to create power in a better way. He wanted a more effective means that what was being created at the moment and he wanted it to honestly be cost effective. This is where the Capitol had problems he was sure. They were not trying to invest in cheap power. That would make life easier on the local population and of course would not help the dictatorship. Mr. Anderson knew that he had to tread carefully. It was important that he did not sell what he was designing as a way to save people money. It was a tricky game he was playing, yet he was not worried about outsmarting peacekeepers and the likes of those from the Capitol. They were far to obsessed with things of much less significance, like the Games and their hair color.


Mr. Anderson’s office was on the third floor of the main building on the surface. It too was nothing to great and grant. It was not what you would expect from someone of his stature and financial prowess. He liked things to be simple. The simpler the simple things around him were, the more he could focus on the things that really mattered. Most of the time thought like that would baffle the average man, which is how he preferred it really. He spent most of his time in his office. There was a give away wall that formed into at bedroom for him for whenever he spent nights at the office, which, was five or six nights out of the week. Either way, it never bothered him. This was his place of business, a business he created and enjoyed. He was here to further himself and the name of his family and make life easier for those around him. With goals like that… anything could happen.