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<h1> Wake Up! </h1>
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<p>
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<span class="speech">Ahh fuck!</span> Jack exclaims in pain as he wakes
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up. He has a terrible headache. As he moves his hands up to hold his
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head, he realizes that his entire body hurts.<br />
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<span class="speech">Owwowwowwowwoww... Ouch!</span><br />
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<span class="speech">Emergency defrost complete. Entering low power
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mode.</span> announces an automated voice. <br />
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He thinks to himself: <span class="thought">Get it together, Jack! You
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knew this was gonna 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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<p>
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Waiting for the painkillers to kick in, Jack stays in his preservation
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chamber until he is fully awake. As he stands there, he looks out of the
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small window in the door. The bunker looks different from yesterday -
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not yesterday! That was how ever many years ago... Besides the point.
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It looks different. Not just "things have moved around"
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different, it looks almost like a lost place. Unexpected but
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whatever...
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</p>
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<p>
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The pressurized air hisses in the lines as the door of the preservation
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chamber swings aside. Jack steps out into the bunker, breathes the musty
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air, and looks around. The light shining out of his chamber reveals the
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dirty floor. The table and chairs in front of him, as well as the kitchen
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across the room, are covered in dust and all exposed bits of metal have
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rust. The red night lights on the ceiling are dimly illuminating the rest
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of the bunker. He looks to the left: The wall is lined with other
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preservation chambers, all except one of them being powered down. In
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front of the rear wall are desks holding a radio, a terminal, and some
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boxes. To the left of the desks in the corner is a minicomputer in a
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half-height rack and a teleprinter, and above it a phone on the wall
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– the usual Neotek equipment. He looks to the right: More
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preservation chambers. Instead of a wall, there's the bunker door
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– door is a bit of an understatement, it's a massive gate.
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A small slither of light passes under it. <span class="thought">These
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fucking idiots... They didn't reseal it properly.</span>
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<span class="comment">not sure if this is speech or a thought or both
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</span>
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</p>
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<p>
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He walks over to the door's control panel. The paint is flaking off
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revealing the rust underneath. Jack attempts to press a couple buttons
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but they get stuck and nothing happens. <span class="speech">Fuck.</span>
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He turns back to the inside of the bunker looking for tools,
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contemplating the tradeoff between waking up a couple years too soon and
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getting slowly poisoned by the air, and being locked inside a bunker due
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to a bunch of apparent troglodytes who are unable to close a door
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properly... Doesn't matter, too late now.
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</p>
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<p>
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As he passes each of the presevation chambers, he looks into them. Empty,
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empty, empty - nothing unexpected here. His own chamber... He presses a
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few buttons to fully shut it down. The lamp in the ceiling turns off,
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the door closes, the status lights turn off. After passing two other
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empty preservaton chambers, he reaches the one that remains active.<br />
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<span class="speech">Hello Michelle.</span><br />
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He checks the status lights of her chamber.<br />
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<span class="speech">I think I'm gonna leave you in there until I
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find a way out of here. Should be fine...</span><br />
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He continues past the remaining empty chambers to the back of the bunker.
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</p>
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<p class="comment">
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Jack opens the boxes on the desks looking for tools. He also rummages
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through the cabinets and drawers in the kitchen area.
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After finding some object that he could use as a screwdriver, he returns
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to the door, taking off the control panel. He realizes that he has no
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idea what he's doing so he attempts (and fails) to get the manual from
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the computer.
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</p>
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<p>
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<span class="comment">There needs to be a mention of him trying to turn
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on a lamp but it only flickers for a short moment.</span>
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He leans over the desk with the terminal and flips the power switch.
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Bonk! <span class="thought">Seems to work, at least.</span> While waiting
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for the tube to warm up, he walks over to the rack and sits down
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on the floor in front of it. He inspects the status lights.
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<span class="thought">CPU is idle, serials are idle, primary hard drive
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is powered up – all good. Secondary hard drive is powered down,
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let's change that...</span> He pushes the power button and hears the
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spindle spinning up. The power button blinks. There is some intermittent
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rattling from the drive, <span class="thought">probably a shot
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bearing</span>. It takes an unusually long time for it to get up to
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speed. Impatiently sitting there, Jack waits for the drive to be ready.
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Clicking form the mechanism unlocking the heads followed by a ringing
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scratching noise. <span class="thought">Of course</span>, he thinks,
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quickly pressing the power button again. The scratching stops and the
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spindle motor turns off. <span class="thought">That's gonna be an
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ugly head crash.</span> He looks around for other ways to get the manual.
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He could try calling someone, maybe the lines to <dome city> still
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work.
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</p>
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<p>
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Not exactly excited by the prospect of calling random people, but not
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seeing another option, he reaches for the phone. It lifts off the wall
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with a quiet click and Jack begins to dial. He holds the receiver to his
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ear - silence. <span class="thought">Welp, that's that.</span>
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He puts it back on the wall.
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</p>
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<p>
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<span class="thought">I wonder what happened over the years...</span>
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He walks over to the the teleprinter and opens the lid to find that
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something has eaten most of the paper. He removes the remains and opens
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one of the cabinets under the desks. By some miracle, whatever ate the
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paper didn't find the rest. He tears off a piece of the stack and
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puts it into the printer, feeding the end into the tractor mechanism.
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Then, he sits down at the terminal and logs on.
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<span class="comment">This should be rephrased to indicate that there
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is some purpose to him opening the lid in the first place, like him
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wanting to change the ribbon bc it's no doubt deteriorated or something
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like that.</span>
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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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EARTH-53 Login: jack
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Password:
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Welcome to INUX!
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$ █
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</pre>
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<p>
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<span class="thought">Over a hundred years, huh...</span><br />
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He types a few commands.
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</p>
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<pre class="terminal">
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$ ls
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$ pwd
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/home/jack
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$ cd /var/log
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$ ls
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cron outpost dmesg.log wtmp
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$ cd outpost
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$ ls
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comms comms_diag event logbook
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$ cat logbook > /dev/ttyS1
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$ █
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</pre>
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<p>
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The printer comes to life and starts printing. Jack gets up and walks
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over to it. The printer prints. And it prints some more. The paper
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reaches the floor. Jack picks up the end and holds it, folding the pages
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along the perforated lines as they reach his hands. Finally, the printer
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stops to print. Jack turns the wheel on the side of the printer, manually
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advancing the feed mechanism, until he reaches the end of the page. Then,
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he tears it off and takes the small stack of paper back to the terminal
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desk. Trying his luck with the lamp again, he flips the switch multiple
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times until it stays on.
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</p>
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<pre class="paper">
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2000-01-01 Automated Announcement:
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Happy New Year 2000!
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//TODO: ASCII art of above line with fireworks
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The outpost diagnostics suite reports no critical problems at any of
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our outposts. The Lunar Biosphere has, so far, not needed assistance
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from any of the outposts.
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Good work, everyone!
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The Future Is Bright.
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2002-08-15 Lunar Biosphere:
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Crew wakeup command
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Message:
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//TODO
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//TODO: more log messages left by people
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</pre>
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<p class="comment">
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Outline of missing section:
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</p>
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<ul>
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<li class="comment">
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Jack goes to the back taking a look at the printer
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<ul>
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<li class="comment">
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the printer shows a log with contents along the lines of this:
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<ul>
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<li class="comment">
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2000 - Happy new year Y2K
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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2002 - incoming ground crew wake up command
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<ul>
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<li class="comment">
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5 personnel got woken up
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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message warning of the still very contaminated atmosphere
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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they all die within the year
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</li>
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</ul>
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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2033 - incoming ground crew wake up command
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<ul>
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<li class="comment">
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3 personnel got woken up, one died in an accident, 2 more
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got woken up
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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another message warning of the atmosphere
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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they all die within 5 to 10 years
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</li>
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</ul>
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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2059 - critical failure: link to moon lost
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<ul>
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<li class="comment">
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maybe some automatic diagnostics
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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the computer concludes it's a problem on their end,
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no need to wake up anyone, just wait until the link is
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established again
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</li>
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</ul>
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<li class="comment">
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2100 - Happy new year 2100
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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Tue, 2106-06-01 15:27 - critical failure imminent in
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Jack's preservation chamber
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<ul>
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<li class="comment">
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emergency wakeup
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</li>
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</ul>
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</li>
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</ul>
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</li>
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</ul>
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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Jack checks on the food and clothes and that the kitchen and bathroom
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are in working order and that he really has no tools and manuals
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<ul>
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<li class="comment">
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he could find things that he could turn into tools but that ofc
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doesn't solve his problem if he doesn't have a manual
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for fixing the door
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</li>
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</ul>
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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phone is broken
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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computer and terminal work still
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<ul>
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<li class="comment">
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maybe need explanation as to why - at least something like
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"Jack is surprised"
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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when trying to power on the additional hard drive that's
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supposed to contain all sorts of data - including manuals - he
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finds it corrupted or damaged
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</li>
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</ul>
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<li class="comment">
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Jack tries to dial into a bunch of known modems, finally succeeding
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when reaching AgriWorks
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<ul>
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<li class="comment">
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"They changed the host name... I wonder if this is still the
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same computer. Lemme try my login... Yup, it is."
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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Neotek Dynamics, and more specifically Jack himself, was somehow
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involved in setting that up
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</li>
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</ul>
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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Annie conversation (duh)
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</li>
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<li class="comment">
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something? Idk
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</li>
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</ul>
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