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An automated voice comes on: <span class="quote speech">Emergency
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defrost complete. Entering low power mode.</span><br />
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He thinks: <span class="quote non-speech">Get it together, Jack!
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You knew this was gonna happen. You have trained for this. Where are the
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You knew this could happen. You have trained for this. Where are the
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meds again? ...</span>
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<p>
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air, and looks around. The light shining out of his chamber reveals a
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dirty floor. The table and chairs in front of him as well as the kitchen
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area across the room are covered in dust and all exposed bits of metal
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have rust. The red night lights on the ceiling are dimly illuminating
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the rest of the bunker. He looks to the left: The wall is lined with
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other preservation chambers, all but one of them being powered down.
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In the corner is the minicomputer controlling the bunker, a half-height
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rack filled to the brim with devices, and next to it a teleprinter, a
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computer-controlled typewriter. Along the rear wall are desks holding a
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radio and a terminal, a device with a keyboard and a screen, and above
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them a phone on the wall – nothing out of the ordinary here.
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He looks to the right: More preservation chambers. Instead of a wall,
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there's the bunker door – door is a bit of an understatement,
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it's a massive gate. A small slither of light passes under it.
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have rust. The paint is starting to flake off of the walls. Red night
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lights on the ceiling are dimly illuminating the rest of the bunker.
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He looks to the left: The wall is lined with other preservation chambers,
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all but one of them being powered down. In the corner is the minicomputer
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controlling the bunker, a half-height rack filled to the brim with
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devices, and next to it a teleprinter, a computer-controlled typewriter.
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Along the rear wall are desks holding a radio and a terminal, a device
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comprised of a keyboard and monitor, and on the wall above them is a
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phone; nothing out of the ordinary here – apart from a few paint
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crumbs sprinkled on everything. He looks to the right: More preservation
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chambers. Instead of a wall, there's the bunker door – door
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is a bit of an understatement, it's a massive gate. A small slither
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of light passes under it.
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<span class="quote speech">These fucking idiots... They didn't
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reseal it properly.</span>
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</p>
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out of the niche in the wall, pulling cables out of the box under it.
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He grabs the fork by the handle and bends the <span class="comment">
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middle? inner?</span> prongs out of the way to bridge the control
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panel's switches using the outer prongs. Nothing happens.
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panel's switches using the outer ones. Nothing happens.
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<span class="quote speech">Of course it wasn't gonna be that easy.</span>
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He starts to dig into the wires, attempting to find the fault, but
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realizes after a moment that the wiring is more complex than expected
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He starts to dig into the wires, attempting to find what's wrong,
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but realizes after a moment that the wiring is more complex than expected
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and he has no idea what he's doing.
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<span class="quote speech">Let's get the manual for this
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thing...</span> <span class="comment">He probably wouldn't say it
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like that while talking to himself.</span>
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<span class="quote speech">Guess I need the manual for this
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thing...</span>
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</p>
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<p>
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Jack walks over to the desk with the terminal and flips the switch on the
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aloud: <span class="quote speech">CPU is idle, serials are idle,
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one active cryogenic chamber, primary hard drive is spinning –
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all good. Secondary hard drive is powered down, let's change
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that...</span> He pushes the power button and hears the fans kick in.
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The spin-up button starts blinking. He waits for a moment to let the
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fans blow away any dust that may have settled inside the drive, then he
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pushes it. The spindle motor kicks on. There is some intermittent
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rattling from the drive, probably a shot bearing. He hears the platters
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inside accelerate unusually slowly. Impatiently sitting there, Jack waits
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for the drive to be ready. Clicking from the mechanism unlocking the
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heads followed by a ringing scratching noise.
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that...</span> He pushes the power button and hears the fans blow air
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through the drive. The spin-up button starts blinking. He waits for a
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moment to let the fans blow away any dust that may have settled inside
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the drive, then he pushes the button. The spindle motor kicks on. There
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is some intermittent rattling from the drive, probably a shot bearing.
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He hears the platters inside accelerate unusually slowly. Impatiently
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sitting there, Jack waits for the drive to be ready. Clicking from the
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mechanism unlocking the heads followed by a ringing scratching noise.
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<span class="quote speech">Of course...</span> He quickly presses the
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power button again. The scratching stops and the spindle motor turns off,
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the spindle still rattling occasionally as the platters spin down.
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No manuals for me, I guess...</span>
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</p>
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<p>
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He gets up and walks over to the phone. Maybe, the lines to
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<dome city> still work. Not exactly excited by the prospect of
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calling random people, but not seeing another option, he reaches for
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the receiver. It lifts off the wall with a quiet click and Jack begins
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to dial. He holds the receiver to his ear - silence.
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<span class="quote speech">Welp, that's that.</span> He puts it
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back on the wall.
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</p>
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<p>
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In an attempt to find anything useful, he sits down at the terminal and
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logs on.
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He gets up and returns to the terminal. Maybe, there is a backup copy or
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anything useful on the primary hard drive. He sits down in front of it
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and logs on.
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</p>
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<pre class="terminal">
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Tue, 2106-06-01, 18:01
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$ █
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</pre>
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<p>
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<span class="quote speech">So it's been over a hundred years,
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hm...</span> He starts going through the files, hoping he misremembered
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where the manuals were stored, but to no avail, they are gone.
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<span class="quote speech">So it's been over a hundred years.
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Hm...</span><br />
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He goes through the files but to no avail, no backup turns up. Nothing
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useful either. He does, however, find a note from 2030 saying that the
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inhabitants of <dome city> have proven to be unhelpful when asked
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for assistance. Too bad they are the ones that have a backup of the
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secondary hard drive – assuming there is anyone still living there.
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</p>
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<p>
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He gets up and reaches for the phone. It lifts off the cradle with a
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quiet click. Jack holds it to his ear and starts dialing but realizes
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quickly that there is no <span class="comment">Freizeichen?</span>.
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<span class="quote speech">Welp, that's that.</span>
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</p>
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