@@ -27,17 +27,19 @@ air, and looks around. The light shining out of his chamber reveals a dirty floor. The table and chairs in front of him as well as the kitchen area 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 but one of them being powered down. - In the corner is the minicomputer controlling the bunker, a half-height - rack filled to the brim with devices, and next to it a teleprinter, a - computer-controlled typewriter. Along the rear wall are desks holding a - radio and a terminal, a device with a keyboard and a screen, and above - them a phone on the wall – nothing out of the ordinary here. - 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. + have rust. The paint is starting to flake off of the walls. 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 but one of them being powered down. In the corner is the minicomputer + controlling the bunker, a half-height rack filled to the brim with + devices, and next to it a teleprinter, a computer-controlled typewriter. + Along the rear wall are desks holding a radio and a terminal, a device + comprised of a keyboard and monitor, and on the wall above them is a + phone; nothing out of the ordinary here – apart from a few paint + crumbs sprinkled on everything. 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.
@@ -91,14 +93,13 @@ out of the niche in the wall, pulling cables out of the box under it. He grabs the fork by the handle and bends the middle? inner? prongs out of the way to bridge the control - panel's switches using the outer prongs. Nothing happens. + panel's switches using the outer ones. Nothing happens. Of course it wasn't gonna be that easy. - He starts to dig into the wires, attempting to find the fault, but - realizes after a moment that the wiring is more complex than expected + He starts to dig into the wires, attempting to find what's wrong, + but realizes after a moment that the wiring is more complex than expected and he has no idea what he's doing. - Let's get the manual for this - thing... He probably wouldn't say it - like that while talking to himself. + Guess I need the manual for this + thing...Jack walks over to the desk with the terminal and flips the switch on the @@ -110,14 +111,14 @@ aloud: CPU is idle, serials are idle, one active cryogenic chamber, primary hard drive is spinning – all good. Secondary hard drive is powered down, let's change - that... He pushes the power button and hears the fans kick in. - The spin-up button starts blinking. He waits for a moment to let the - fans blow away any dust that may have settled inside the drive, then he - pushes it. The spindle motor kicks on. There is some intermittent - rattling from the drive, probably a shot bearing. He hears the platters - inside accelerate unusually slowly. Impatiently sitting there, Jack waits - for the drive to be ready. Clicking from the mechanism unlocking the - heads followed by a ringing scratching noise. + that... He pushes the power button and hears the fans blow air + through the drive. The spin-up button starts blinking. He waits for a + moment to let the fans blow away any dust that may have settled inside + the drive, then he pushes the button. The spindle motor kicks on. There + is some intermittent rattling from the drive, probably a shot bearing. + He hears the platters inside accelerate unusually slowly. Impatiently + sitting there, Jack waits for the drive to be ready. Clicking from the + mechanism unlocking the heads followed by a ringing scratching noise. Of course... He quickly presses the power button again. The scratching stops and the spindle motor turns off, the spindle still rattling occasionally as the platters spin down. @@ -125,17 +126,9 @@ No manuals for me, I guess...
- He gets up and walks over to the phone. Maybe, the lines to - <dome city> still work. Not exactly excited by the prospect of - calling random people, but not seeing another option, he reaches for - the receiver. It lifts off the wall with a quiet click and Jack begins - to dial. He holds the receiver to his ear - silence. - Welp, that's that. He puts it - back on the wall. -
-- In an attempt to find anything useful, he sits down at the terminal and - logs on. + He gets up and returns to the terminal. Maybe, there is a backup copy or + anything useful on the primary hard drive. He sits down in front of it + and logs on.
Tue, 2106-06-01, 18:01 @@ -148,9 +141,19 @@ Welcome to INUX! $ █
- So it's been over a hundred years,
- hm... He starts going through the files, hoping he misremembered
- where the manuals were stored, but to no avail, they are gone.
+ So it's been over a hundred years.
+ Hm...
+ He goes through the files but to no avail, no backup turns up. Nothing
+ useful either. He does, however, find a note from 2030 saying that the
+ inhabitants of <dome city> have proven to be unhelpful when asked
+ for assistance. Too bad they are the ones that have a backup of the
+ secondary hard drive – assuming there is anyone still living there.
+
+ He gets up and reaches for the phone. It lifts off the cradle with a + quiet click. Jack holds it to his ear and starts dialing but realizes + quickly that there is no Freizeichen?. + Welp, that's that.
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