"It is my pleasure to serve, as it will always be, dear children..." 

	The Caretaker hummed happily as watched the group move along her direted path, bowing her head down to look at each face. The others appeared like 'children' compared to her towering size, truly like what she so lovingly called them, herself like a giant porcelain doll, the lights reflecting off her skin in a sheen, what little of it her conservative outfit allowed anyone to see. This close to her, anyone would be able to tell her cheeks were glassy and hardened, only resembling skin from afar. She smiled at Elizabeth as she waited for all of them to leave the cradling chamber, turning her gaze down at the girl. 

	"Are you perhaps looking for someone? Did your memories compel you to this? Powerful feelings they encapture, so I've been told. I can look in the archives for a name if you have any, but I wouldn't count on that chance. Many have been lost..." her voice lowering a bit, "But I will try, little Elizabeth."

	The Caretaker smiled once more before starting out into the hallway, the massive doors sliding close behind them. Daresso remained quiet as he followed his companions, glancing back at the previous room with a hint of worry. What peace they had was gone now, wasn't it? Again, they were welcomed by a foreign place that flowed with as much shadow as it did air. Of the faint yellow light all the way down at the end of the hall, and the few sparse light posts, of the hundreds there were, that were glowing alive with pale energy, this did little to provide the weary party clear vision to their surroundings. Even so, it was leagues more luminous than where they left. From what they can tell, the outside environment added a fresh touch of rust to the coat of dust. But nonetheless, it seemed Eden had retained much of the original beauty across the years. Sleek archways paved the way down, the little light bouncing across the smooth metal, and above, the ceiling rose high into the hull to darkness, no doubt hiding more chambers such as this one. It appeared the Caretaker has done as well a job as she could for but a single person tasked to such a tremendous place. 

	When the question of the previous plans were brought up, the large woman tilted her head in thought. A moment passed as she mused, but the Caretaker finally spoke. 

	"It was supposed to be that way, young Gwendolyn, but alas, no plan is foolproof..." she said, her smile fading somewhat as she addressed the topic with a sterness to her voice, "The initial calculations made years ago, prior to all of your slumber, had been wrong. The cataclysmic storms lasted longer than anyone had expected. Much longer. The other Perennials and I tried our best to lengthen the supply of power, as I have explained, but we can only cede so much before all that is left is to simply wait and hope. And waited long we all have..." she muttered, "Eventually, the Architect discovered a complication with the core that we could no longer overlook. As per protocol 'A-13' of the programmed statutes inscribed into my mind; in the event of a Class-5 emergency, I must override any previous master protocol I had been assigned and awake the council in priority to ascertain new orders. As for what transpired from that point on... Well, that explanation is better heard from the mouth of the Oracle herself."

She turned her head, "Sorry if I am not too clear, but this topic is not my prerogative. Please, I want to be of service. I will do my best to answer other questions any of you may have."

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