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The place is dusty, hollow. Cold - it's been empty of biological life for quite sometime. No telling how long the Neo-D Labs had been stagnant like this. Drones from some mechanical consciousness gives the illusion that the machines missed being used enough to decide to create electrical symphonies of their own accord. A low, shifting hum. The filter envelope to the sound seemed to move of it's own accord. Z. sits at his primary workstation tiny, white SPIDER hangs in front of his monitor. He half-recalls some war with Insectoids and Black-Φ. Some of his closest collaborators and he were pitted against one another. What had happened? Had he retreated to some void...or? For the life of him he can't recall much before these fleeting moments. How long had he been gone from the labs? He felt both tired and refreshed. His temperature seemed abnormally high. Maybe he was lost in the snow drift and this was only comparatively warmer? A prompt on his screen indicates the need to confirm play of queued file. Endless watery scarabs leak between his eyes and display, entangled. Auditorily induced hallucination as a form of foreign information download proceeds - he begins to remember. He is still on assignment and his works unfinished.
