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<h1> Wake Up! </h1>
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<p>
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<span class="quote speech">Ahh fuck!</span> Jack exclaims in pain as he
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wakes up. He has a terrible headache. While moving his hands up to hold
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his head, he realizes that his entire body hurts.<br />
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<span class="quote speech">Owwowwowwowwoww... Ouch!</span><br />
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<span class="quote speech">Emergency defrost complete. Entering low power
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mode.</span> announces an automated voice. <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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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 <span class="quote non-speech">things have
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moved around</span> different, it has the vibe of a lost place.
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Unexpected but 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.
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In the corner is a minicomputer in a half-height rack and next to it a
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teleprinter. Along the rear wall are desks holding a radio, a terminal,
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and some boxes – and above them a phone on the wall – nothing
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out of the ordinary here. He looks to the right: More preservation
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chambers. Instead of a wall, there's the bunker door – door is
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a bit of an understatement, it's a massive gate. A small slither of
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light passes under it. <span class="quote speech">These fucking idiots...
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They didn't reseal it properly.</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.
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<span class="quote 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="quote speech">Hello Michelle.</span><br />
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He checks the status lights of her chamber.<br />
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<span class="quote speech">I think I'm gonna leave you in there
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until I 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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Jack returns to the desk with the terminal. He flips the switch on the
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desk lamp. It flickers for a moment and turns off again. He leans over
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the terminal and pushes the power switch – Bonk! At least this
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seems to work. While waiting for the tube to warm up, he walks over to
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the rack and sits down on the floor in front of it. He inspects the
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status lights on the various devices thinking aloud:
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<span class="quote speech">CPU is idle, serials are idle, cryogenics
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control unit sees one active chamber, primary hard drive is powered up
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– all good. Secondary hard drive is powered down, let's
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change that...</span>
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He pushes the power button and hears the spindle spinning up. The power
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button blinks. There is some intermittent rattling from the drive,
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probably a shot bearing. He hears the platters inside accelerate for an
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unusually long time. Impatiently sitting there, Jack waits for the drive
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to be ready. Clicking from the mechanism unlocking the heads followed by
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a ringing scratching noise. <span class="quote speech">Of course.</span>
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He quickly presses the power button again. The scratching stops and the
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spindle motor turns off, followed by the platters slowly decelerating.
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<span class="quote speech">That's gonna be an ugly head
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crash.</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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<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="quote thought">Over a hundred years, hm...</span><br />
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He types a few commands.
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</p>
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<p class="comment">
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Outline of missing section(s):
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</p>
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<ul>
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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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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 setup (duh)
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</li>
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</ul>
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