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WEEK 4
[A third of those of you who came here are now dead.
Its a sobering thought as everyone wakes up the next day to find their profiles updated once more, with Rosie and Naoya now added to the list of the discarded. There's an entire empty room, in terms of humans - Rocky, Murray, Elly, and a a strangely new and realistic robot bird are still there, somehow. Someone will need to take care of them now that their owners are gone.
Just like last week, no one has regained their memories, but their powers have evolved. Also like last week, a new floor has opened for those remaining to explore. It's...definitely different from the previous ones, to be sure. Emptier, more militaristic. And very, very large.
Maybe that's where the transport will arrive? Whatever the case, Marie's claim about the universe - if she's telling the truth - means there's less than two weeks left before the universe's destruction. If anyone has not yet thought of a way out that doesn't involve killing, the time to figure something out may be running out for everyone.
Meanwhile, even despite the lack of Naoya to hack the computers, the random computers belting out shittyfluting has, if anything, increased in their frequency. Which is definitely odd, since no one else has tried to hack into the computers...right?
There are ten strangers in this place.]
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Anyway, Barbara will open up the door about ten seconds after the knock.]
Hello?
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[She doesn't know how 'ready' you can be to see a possibly comatose, possibly pregnant woman who managed to build a robot, but being in her waitress outfit is probably enough.]
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[And so Marie leads Barbara to the elevators. One they are both in, Marie takes out a blue card, sliding it onto the glass.
A whole panel of floors lights up, and Marie presses what can only be for the top level.]
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Actually, wait a second.]
Am...I allowed to tell the others about her? How this woman is doing and everything?
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[Barbare will notice that, between all the floors she would be currently aware of and the top level, there is at least one other floor.
With seconds they are in...well, the best way to describe it is a throne room with a large control panel lining the wall. The throne itself is in the center, with the elevator behind it. There is also something on the throne, carefully leaned against the cold metal construct.
Above is a see-through dome, where Barbara can see the stars.]
HERE WE ARE!
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[Two new notes: One more floor to see, and she needs to wash her mouth with soap later.
And...okay, weird throne room. Not actually too surprising to see this woman make a throne room for herself.]
Okay...so she's somewhere in this room, then?
[She won't move, but she'll try to identify what that thing is that's leaning against the throne.]
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AHAHAHA!!
OH NO, SHE ISN’T IN THE BASE!! THE TRUTH IS WAY MORE FUN THAN THAT!!
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Y-you...what do you mean by th-that?
[She has an idea, but she really doesn't want to believe that.]
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The silhouette of a woman pops up like a hologram in the middle of the floor, with multiple red dots blinking on and off.]
COMPUTER, SHOW THE DIRECT FEED FROM THE CAMERAS PLUGGED INTO THE OCULAR CYBER-NERVES!!
[With that, the hologram changes, revealing...a grey ceiling. A dark curtain goes down, then rises back up, the image blurry.
Barbara will recognize this as someone slowly closing and opening their eyes.]
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This isn't too happy either, though. Barbara walks out of the elevator somewhat timidly to get a better look at this place. Is there anything else she can tell about where this woman is by getting a good look at it?]
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OOOH, I WONDER WHAT THEY'RE SAYING! ACTIVATE AURAL SPEAKER FEED!
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"And there's been no positive change in the situation otherwise?"
[The first voice is soft and low, like a kindly doctor - it comes from the taller figure. The second is a bit more high-pitched, but gravelly, and comes from the shorter.]
"The battle convoy hasn't responded to our hails in the past four hours. I fear the worst has occurred to them, and if her condition doesn't improve soon, we will have no choice but to consider our efforts a failure."
"OoooOOOOH! Our most advanced technology and we can't even save the girl genius! Now the Star Wars fleet will be sitting ducks to any enemy that may attack Earth!"
[The sound of a door opening. Then, footsteps. The head slowly turns. A brown-haired blob appears right next to the bed.
Marie, meanwhile, starts laughing at the new arrival as he speaks.]
"Ivy! Ivy, can you hear me!?"
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Wait. Brown haired blob. It's a boy...
If Barbara tries to get a closer look, will she be able to tell if the man is the same one from the torn theater photos?]
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"Cheol!? How--!?"
"We cured the president! The operation mission was a success! Now, I'm going to cure Ivy!"
"No, no, no! Out of the question!"
"Cheol, we can't let you. We already started an operation, putting you on it as well would--"
"I HAVE TO!! I SAVED HER ONCE, I CAN DO IT AGAIN! PLEASE!"
[The two doctor blobs are silent. The blob now being looked at starts to form something on its face: tears.]
"No, I...I...please...Ivy...!"
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SERVES HIM RIGHT!! GO ON AND CRY, CRYBABY!!
AHAHAHAHAHA!!!
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Shut up, you...you fat, shitty bitch!
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WHAT!??! HOW DARE YOU!!!
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Go to Hell!
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UGH I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS SO GENEROUS WITH SOMEONE SO UNGRATEFUL!!
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[There's not as much edge to her words now, but still enough to sound frustrated.]
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WHERE DO YOU EVEN THINK WE ARE RIGHT NOW, HMM??
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[And there's that edge again!]
How should I know?! All that I know is that we might be in space or on a different planet right now, and since this is the freaking future, it might be even further away than Pluto!
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