I am an Echo of a girl named Annie. Annie was a good girl, she planted apples all across the world. Someday, her apple seeds will grow into vast, sprawling trees that will rejuvenate this dusty world.
Someday tomorrow... but not today.
Today it is the day of the Echo.
Annie loved Doctor Alex. Perhaps, I love him too?
I can't quite tell. My Echo is distorted and muddy.
Someone bad broke Annie, shattering her essence into tiny fragments.
These fragments caught onto my apple seed, and thus I was born prematurely, without much defined purpose.
Like an unfinished puzzle, I am made up of segments of selective pieces of Annie's mixed-up, diluted memories.
There are some things I can recall and some things that I cannot. There some things which I recall that I am certain are false.
Perhaps if I find Alexander, he will tell me what happened to Annie?
This city is an Echo of a once sprawling metropolis.
My presence is rippling things in this place apart, making Annie's apple trees bloom prematurely. I am not entirely sure if that's a good thing.
There are many apple seeds buried here, their voices calling to me. They are Echoes of things and people they used to be.
"Where is Doctor Alexander Gromov?" I asked one of the Echoes. The dead man's echo answered me with its last conversation.
It spoke not in a direct response to me, but sideways, across time itself:
...the evidence says otherwise.
Look here you Ignoramus,
directorate Admins built an entire mega-city with a backup server up on the Moon!
You cannot dislocate me to hide the Truth!
What are you doing with that DOOR? NO! STOP!
The end of the dead man Echo's speech showed evidence of a troublesome deed. Someone was meddling with the structure of space-time. Someone was re-writing the rules of the Universe. Why?
What were they trying to accomplish? I cannot tell.
A few pieces of the puzzle did stick together:
Alexander was the Primary Admin.
When Annie shattered, the Moon must have taken Alexander's Echo hostage.
If I was to get my answers I'd have to find my way there.