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1/8/2016 12:04:29 AM
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It's a metal desk. On the left side, where filing cabinets should be, there's a safe, and centered on the top of the safe is a handle, circled by the desk with the caption "TURN AND PULL."
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Edited by TwiggierTiger22: 1/8/2016 10:16:20 PM*Shadow takes one look at it and shakes her head* "Humans." *She reaches out and turns it then pulls, just for giggles*
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Suddenly, without warning, a canister about the shape of a fire extinguisher and twice as tall rises out of the desk, jutting out like a tree. The words [b]HalluciGen Inc.[/b] is written on the side. Out of nowhere, the sound of hissing gas can be heard for a brief moment, before it dies down and a holographic screen is projected above the desk. You notice a keyboard for the first time as well— it seems to be a giant computer.
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*Shadow grins as her helmet flips up and the seal hisses. She walks over and taps the space bar on the keyboard*
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Edited by Zone-tan: 1/9/2016 11:20:52 PMThe screen flickers before displaying [b][WELCOME, DR. DIANA FITZ][/b] in large, bolded letters. It then switches to a menu screen. [b][u]/!\[/u]WARNING[u]/!\[/u] Military Lockdown is in effect. Communication relays across the station have been shut down until further notice. Naval Rank [Ensign] or Local Army Rank [Brigadier General] required for local Comms Haul. Local Terminal usage is permitted for select personnel. >Access Local Net[/b]
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*She smiles as she reads, then frowns at the comms lock* "Mother." *A hologram of a woman pops up next to Shadow, looking at the screen* [i]You want in?[/i] "Just get me access to the comms. And get me some more info while you are at it." [i]Ugh. This program is so ancient. Old Earth tech huh? Stupid humans.[/i] *Shadow grins as Mother gets to work, blowing away the firewalls around the comms. She herself looks back to the screen and hits enter, accessing the local network*
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A high pitched scream resonates throughout your helmet as "Mother" is torn apart by something in the network.
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[spoiler]You do that again and I will make anytime you RP with me a living hell. Try it, bitch.[/spoiler] "Heh. Works every time." *Mother reforms, giggling as she pops up next to Shadow* [i]Seems like something nasty is down there. It wasn't very bright though, trying to rip apart an AI.[/i] *Shadow sighs* [spoiler]I hit enter. Please pay attention to what I do instead of trying to be a testy little bitch.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I expected you to pull out. Did I not make it clear that that was an option?[/spoiler][spoiler]And if you're concerned about mortal injuries, I suggest you pull out now, [i]princess.[/i] First Law of the Dungeon-master: The Quester-DM relationship is that of a trader's: You sell loot. They sell their souls.[/spoiler]As Mother pulls out, she can feel something trying to cling to her but failing, like claws trying to drag at skin. There are several hundred entries— most seem to be personal and scientific logs. [b]>Search >Browse >Personal logs >Scientific logs >Archive >Recent[/b]
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Edited by TwiggierTiger22: 1/11/2016 7:33:44 PM[spoiler]Actually, you tried to OHK Mother. Check back up there if you don't believe me. Second, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Souls.[/spoiler] *Mother bushes aside the attacking program's feelers, but sets a up a program to identify the attacker. Shadow scans the list before hitting "Recent"* "This could be useful."
