Sergei was sitting on an old log seat cross-legged pointing left to the clubhouse which was still completely intact. "I'll take my twenty credits now."
It was a brick and mortar building covered in red clay cement on the outside with a crude but still functional brass ceiling fan powered by an old wind turbine on the back with gears and doodads, when he opened to door it was still working. "Grandpa wasn't kidding when he said this place was gonna last a long time! Good thing we made it big enough for grownups!"