GalaxyRaider

Myriad Reality

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Most importantly, are you okay? No burns?

@Server

I’m fine for now. I’m afraid of moving out of range before it’s done, though.

Myriad Reality

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It’s blasting that control panel with radiation. You could destroy the terminal, but we’d lose our chance to grab the memory data.

@Server

There’s no point in that then.
*Takes a step back from the chaos*
Hopefully Cure can hold it back while the process finishes.

Myriad Reality

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I think we just found out why they got out of this place as quick as they could.

@Server

Whatever it’s doing can’t be good, right? We have to stop it.

Myriad Reality

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Isaac, are y—

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We've got to go.
*Grabs your shirt and yanks you with a near-fling into the outer control room*

@Server

Whay!
*Flails my arms around as I slide across the floor on my back. After coming to a stop, I hurriedly sit up and hold my arm out, pulling my black box into my hand telekinetically*

Myriad Reality

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*Broken in scattered pieces and welded to a virtual stone pillar within the server, flattens my hand against the ground in attempts to pull myself away from the digital prison and toward the data flow*

@Artifact

What in the name of-
*Reels in surprise, slipping on a piece of rubble and falling backwards onto the floor*

Myriad Reality

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*The terminal gladly complies and begins the transfer*
I'll bet the demolitionists felt the same way.
*Half-smirks*
Enough that they decided to never come back.

@Server

I’m half tempted to come back and do it myself later, local ordinances be darned.

Myriad Reality

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*A new suite of options opens up from the terminal, partially obscured by a yellow warning modal suggesting manual maintenance*
We should really just do a full backup of the server, run through the memory and storage bit-by-bit, and get as much that matches Purge01's pattern that we can. If it's even on there.

@Server

I like the way you think, because I do not want to be here any longer than needed.
*Takes a compact drive from my pocket, plugs it into my little box, and tries to initiate a backup*

Myriad Reality

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From what I can tell, this is corrupted. Probably from radiation exposure.

@Server

Man…
*Tries to interact with the terminal manually now*
Can we even get anything useful from this at this point, then?

Myriad Reality

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*The negotiation completes and generates the world, but the terminal builds out a much denser environment than it originally predicted in the handshake and transmits complex but apparently meaningless data structures to your device*

@Server

Why’s a computer in a place like this behave like this?

Myriad Reality

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*The two establish a successful connection and begin negotiating a shared cyber world*
Especially not connected to the larger net.

@Server

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*Simply observes this development to see if the conditions evolve*