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"Aw fuck!" Jack exclaims in pain as he wakes up. He has a horrible headache. As he moves his hands up to hold his head, he realizes that his entire body hurts. "Owwowwowwowwoww... Ouch!"
"Ahh fuck!" Jack exclaims in pain as he wakes up. He has a terrible headache. As he moves his hands up to hold his head, he realizes that his entire body hurts. "Owwowwowwowwoww... Ouch!"
"Emergency defrost complete. Entering low power mode." announces an automated voice.
He thinks to himself: "Get it together, Jack! You knew this was gonna happen. You have trained for this. Where are the pills again? ..."
He thinks to himself: "Get it together, Jack! You knew this was gonna happen. You have trained for this. Where are the meds again? ..."
Waiting for the painkillers to kick in, Jack stays in his preservation chamber until he is fully awake. As he stands there, he looks out of the small window in the door. The bunker looks different from yesterday - not yesterday! That was how ever many years ago... Besides the point. It looks different. Not just "things have moved around different", it looks almost like a lost place. Unexpected but whatever...
The pressurized air hisses in the lines as the door of the preservation chamber swings aside. Jack steps out into the bunker, breathes the musty air, and looks around. The light shining out of his chamber reveals the dirty floor. The table and chairs in front of him, as well as the kitchen on the other side of the room, are covered in dust and all exposed bits of metal have rust. The red night lights on the ceiling are dimly illuminating the rest of the bunker. The wall is lined with other preservation chambers to either side of his. All except one of them being open and powered down. He looks to the left: Desks, a terminal, minicomputer in a half-height rack, printer, phone on the wall, ... - not very interesting. He looks to the right: There’s the bunker door - door is a bit of an understatement, it’s a massive gate. A small slither of light passes under it. "These fucking idiots!" Jack thinks to himself. "They didn’t reseal it properly."
The pressurized air hisses in the lines as the door of the preservation chamber swings aside. Jack steps out into the bunker, breathes the musty air, and looks around. The light shining out of his chamber reveals the dirty floor. The table and chairs in front of him, as well as the kitchen across the room, are covered in dust and all exposed bits of metal have rust. The red night lights on the ceiling are dimly illuminating the rest of the bunker. He looks to the left: The wall is lined with other preservation chambers, all except one of them being powered down. In front of the back wall are desks holding a radio, a terminal, and some *need useful object here*. To the left of the desks in the corner is a minicomputer in a half-height rack and a teleprinter, and above it a phone on the wall - the usual Neotek equipment. He looks to the right: More preservation chambers. Instead of a wall, there’s the bunker door - door is a bit of an understatement, it’s a massive gate. A small slither of light passes under it. "These fucking idiots... They didn’t reseal it properly."
He walks over to the door’s control panel. The paint is flaking off revealing the rust beneath. Jack attempts to press a couple buttons but they get stuck and nothing happens. "Fuck" he says out loud. He turns back to the inside of the bunker looking for tools, contemplating the tradeoff between waking up a couple years too soon and having a really short life, and being locked inside a bunker due to a bunch of apparent troglodytes who are unable to close a door properly... Doesn’t matter, too late now.
He walks over to the door’s control panel. The paint is flaking off revealing the rust underneath. Jack attempts to press a couple buttons but they get stuck and nothing happens. "Fuck." He turns back to the inside of the bunker looking for tools, contemplating the tradeoff between waking up a couple years too soon and getting slowly poisoned by the air, and being locked inside a bunker due to a bunch of apparent troglodytes who are unable to close a door properly... Doesn’t matter, too late now.
*Outline of missing section:*