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Entry tags:
the story in which Alex Seattle Geer is right for hating enclosed spaces,
and Neil Park is blamed for his knowledge of vaults.
Terminal Entries:
1st Floor, Vault Entry-Room Computer:
- Data Entry 1: Year 20XX, Month XX; There's no escape.
- Holotape Entry 1: Y#4@ SDhig^8705 H98 [data corrupted]; This is hell and I want out of it.
1st Floor, Cafeteria Luncheon:
- Holotape Entry 2: Private Recording; I've had better?
1st Floor, Cafeteria Supply Room:
- Inventory List: Inventory List; A list of food....
- Data Entry 2: Shift Notes; Maybe I should tear the walls down.
1st Floor, Broken Cave:
- Data Entry 3: Preparations; Everything's fine.
- Data Entry 4: Near the End; I'll tell you the truth, but I won't give up my soul.
- Data Entry 5: Finally, the End is at Hand.; This is far enough.
1st Floor, Office:
- Data Entry 6: Vault-Wide Public Service Announcement; Get back to work everyone.
- Data Entry 7: Locked Administrative Reply; You're reaching for straws.
1st Floor, Administrative Secretary's Office:
- Data Entry 8: Drama Hoes; It is sort of funny that people aren't able to lie, though.
- Holotape Entry 3: Bill Self-Log; Byron's access still works everywhere.
Terminal Entries:
1st Floor, Vault Entry-Room Computer:
- Data Entry 1: Year 20XX, Month XX; There's no escape.
- Holotape Entry 1: Y#4@ SDhig^8705 H98 [data corrupted]; This is hell and I want out of it.
1st Floor, Cafeteria Luncheon:
- Holotape Entry 2: Private Recording; I've had better?
1st Floor, Cafeteria Supply Room:
- Inventory List: Inventory List; A list of food....
- Data Entry 2: Shift Notes; Maybe I should tear the walls down.
1st Floor, Broken Cave:
- Data Entry 3: Preparations; Everything's fine.
- Data Entry 4: Near the End; I'll tell you the truth, but I won't give up my soul.
- Data Entry 5: Finally, the End is at Hand.; This is far enough.
1st Floor, Office:
- Data Entry 6: Vault-Wide Public Service Announcement; Get back to work everyone.
- Data Entry 7: Locked Administrative Reply; You're reaching for straws.
1st Floor, Administrative Secretary's Office:
- Data Entry 8: Drama Hoes; It is sort of funny that people aren't able to lie, though.
- Holotape Entry 3: Bill Self-Log; Byron's access still works everywhere.
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Huh.
[ He opens the entry titled, "Vault-Wide Public Service Announcement." ]
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From: Eugene Gibson
To: *ALL RESIDENTS*
Good morning, Vault 7 residents.
It's recently come to my attention that some dwellers are concerned about the recent happenings being the result of some "virus." I would like to take the time to reassure everything that there is NO virus present in our systems. The "uncontrollable" reactions and words that some people are complaining of are more than likely just a lack of personal control or a little too much of the bottle at the holiday party (am I right, Bill?).
Let me repeat: There is no correlation between a viral infection and the recent surge in unrelated theft and violence within the Vault. Tempers are a little frayed, of course: This is a new situation for all of us! But I hope, with everyone's help, that we will become a whole and centered community, looking out for the benefit of all.
That's all for today. Get back to work everyone.
-Overseer Gibson
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Fortunately, distraction comes and comes quickly, in the form of a vault-wide email and his personal memories associated with vault announcements and activities. Particularly regarding two items. First--]
A viral infection, huh? Wonder if their doctor found something.
[And second--]
Though, damn, was Almodovar just born with a stick up his butt? I thought it was an Overseer thing, but the others always sound so much more pleasant in their emails.
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Well, it's definitely something from that transparent denial. And don't forget--your boss has a reason for his behavior. Playing god and all.
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At least that's changed now.
[The paradigm had shifted to the new generation, for better or worse. Hopefully the former. If Amata manages to figure out how to overcome the punishment Alex had dealt, that is.]
Anything else on there?
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Nothing on this one. Go check the other.
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[Neil steps toward the other desk, to the other terminal, and hits the power button. He navigates through the OS until he finds its contents.
It contains two entries--one familiar, one less so. The latter, entitled "Locked Administrative Reply," is locked.]
Well, well, well.
[With renewed enthusiasm, the man begins the work of hacking through the security, taking special care to avoid being locked out.]
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... Loading Locked Administrative Reply ; re: Vault-Wide Public Service Announcement
From: Byron Rodan
To: Eugene Gibson
It's impossible to say that there's no correlation. Saying it's not viral doesn't take away the rest, Eugene. It's something, and there's no way you're going to be able to have us cover up the murders and rapes that have already been happening.
It's going to get worse before if gets better--if it does at all.
You're reaching for straws here.
-Bill.
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A finger reaches to tap on the names. ]
Here's our friend from the cave.
[ His finger trails downward. ]
But this isn't him, now it is.
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Huh.
[There is another thing.]
Did Bill misuse our friend's terminal before or after his self-imposed exile into that cave?
[Neil muses aloud.]
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Who is Bill? And what was Byron before he went mad? Someone with admin privileges. Something.
He looks to the locked door, the one they ignored for nearly twelve hours now. ]
No way to tell. Think that means we finally need to keep going.
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Regardless, it is a question for another time. The younger man walks over to the other door, examining the knob and the lock.]
This is a tricky one.
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...Seems like things are a little more complicated here than we're used to. It's not going to be all easy.
[ He grimaces at the words, wondering if he had actually wanted to say them. He holds Neil's bag out to him, then slips out his own set of lockpicks to try. ]
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The tricky door is unlocked and opened in about seven minutes. It reveals a narrow hallway that turns to their left.]
We have a decent chance of dying, don't we?
[It is not a statement Neil means to say, but there it is regardless.]
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He reaches to tossle Neil's hair. ]
Not a chance in the world. Not with the both of us here.
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He stares at Alex, his hair sufficiently tousled, not knowing yet on what to say.]
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What's wrong, kid?
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[Geez, what the hell is this feeling rising in his chest?]
Really nice to hear. Crap.
[A little too nice as embarrassment grows hand-in-hand with the unknown emotion. Flustered, he goes to walk around Alex in an effort to avoid.]
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Alex smiles to Neil's back. ]
Man, you being open like this is going to keep me hard for days.
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He hits the button again. Slams it again for confirmation. The vault door is, as doors sometimes are, locked.
Ah, well, let Neil carefully pull out his lockpick set and avoid someone's eyes.]
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What's wrong, Wanderer?
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He hastily produces another.]
I'm not used to...it. Reassurance.
[Kind words. Hope. From Alex and most others, if he is to be honest.
The panel's LED shifts from orange to green, and the door opens. Neil goes to step inside the room, still unable to face the Courier.]