-= DesYnchRoniZation ComPleTe =-
I found myself suddenly conscious and awake inside of a ruined cathedral.
A hyper-realistic, yet fuzzy dream of a red skeleton committee that had discussed my fate all while dissecting and infecting my present/past/future was dissolving in my vision.
Water was everywhere, coming down from the ceiling, pouring through shattered windows and rushing over rubble in numerous waterfalls.
In front of me, stood Captain and Pilot. Captain was wielding a steaming mug. Pilot was staring at me with what looked like concern.
Where did all this water come from anyway?
Suddenly, thoughts that were not my own pressed into my head.
-= THE NeURaL NeTWoRK IS HaRNeSsING WAtER FrOM aIR IN This SEctor. SHe posSIBLY INTeNDEd TO DRoWN US. =-
There's a broken piece of metal in my chest. Probably Pilot's sword. I wasn't exactly sure how it ended there. Did Pilot manage to stab me?
-= NEGatiVE. YoU HAVE FaLLeN ON IT. =-
Just my luck.
The sword in my chest felt only mildly inconvenient. In fact it felt like "nothing at all" and probably had to do something with my companion scarf "Biomatrix 117" that was currently shoving answers into my head. Was that it?
-= PoSITiVE. YoUR TemPOraL STate hAS beeN FUllY DE-SyNCHRoNIZED tO PREVENT IMMeDIaTE CeLLuLAR DeATH. =-
I felt thinned out, neither alive nor dead, neither breathing in nor out, infinitely stretched, like butter spread thinly on the crust of time itself.
"I need a doctor."
I spoke to no one in particular for no obvious reason. It was a strange request as I knew that surely no doctor could help with this kind of situation.
Captain answered. "YEARLY CHECKUPS AND PRO-PIE-ETORY INOCULATIONS ARE MOST IMPORTANT AND NOT TO BE MISSED! DO NOT WORRY, DOCTOR ENGIE WILL SURELY SUFFICE! IN FACT HE'S BEEN MY FAMILY DOCTOR FOR YEARS, ALWAYS WRITING THINGS DOWN ON HIS CLIPBOARD AND PROMISING ME CAKES."
"Doctor Who? Why did I just ask for a Doctor?"
I thought, ignoring Captain's nonsensical babble.
-= FInD DIreCToR ALeXANDeR GRoMOoV, LeAD EnGINeeR AnD DeSIGnER OF AnnET! =-
"...Director Gromov? My old boss? Why?"
-= ANCHoR 117, THiS CoNCeRNS YoUR FUTURE-PAST.
We HAVE MADe A GRAVe eRROR ABOUT THIS PLANETaRY BoDY. THIS WoRLD IS UNDER CoNTRoL OF THE NeURAL NETWoRK AND IT HaD STRUCK US DoWN WITH AN ION BEAM WHILE WE WERE SCaNNiNG YOUR PaST.
THIS HaVE HaD A VOLATILe eFFeCT UPoN YoUR PERsoN, MAKING YOU INTO A TEMPORAL LOoP.
BEWARE THE NEUraL NETwork.
TO HER YoU ARE AN INFECTION, A THReAT TO THE PeRFECT oRDER, AN ErrOr THaT NEEDS TO BE CONTaINED.
YOUr TeMPoRAL SIGNATURE IS A DISRUPTION TO HER CaRRIER WAVE SIGNAL.
THE NeTWORK CaRRIER SeRVER inSTALLaTIOn "rED PanDA" IS DESCENDING. HER SeRVER CuBES WILL WIPE THIS SeCTOR CLeAN OF oRGANIC LIFE IF THEY ARE NOT STOPPED.
FIND ALEXaNDER GRoMoV AND TAKE HIM HoSTAGE. =-
Segments, pieces of... the future re-winded in my head.
The World of my descendant, Amber... the power of the MOD that summoned a beam of fire from the sky... Protocol 113. The death of Amber. A flying school bus.
"Hhmmm... Can I talk to the Network or summon buses of explosive death?"
YoU CaNNOT uSE THe WoRD OF aDMIN FoR YoU ARE uNSCaNNaBLE.
cApTuRe ALEXAndER GroMOV.
FOrCE ALEXANDER GROMOV TO SPeAK THE WoRDs OF ADMIN.
FoRCE THE NeURAL NeTWORK SuBMIT. =-
"How will I find Gromov?"
-= He IS THe FoRTH. THE NeTWORK ITSeLF WILL PoINT HIM OuT TO yOU. =-
With that, I understood what must be done.
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25th November 2013
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