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Yea, you mutter as you take a second to stretch your back a bit, one sec, kay? Won’t be a moment! Turning to face your pale faced-pal, you jab a thumb in the direction of the monolith and raise an eyebrow. So uh… are we cool, or?
“Yes…” Syb sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose in silent anguish. “The device is still working <span class="mu-i">and</span> you somehow made it functional–I won’t pretend to understand how you keep doing these things, Stan, but if your antics keep resulting in favorable outcomes, well…” She pauses, looking at you with an expression somewhere between endearment and immeasurable fatigue, “yes. We’re ‘<span class="mu-i">cool</span>’.”
Groovy! That’s that settled, then! Giving your pal a good-natured hug, you turn your attention back to the monolith and clear your throat a few times before issuing your commands!
<span class="mu-s">USAGE LOGS!</span>
… but nothing happens. Repeating your order in a louder, less-patient tone, you’re met with the same response, or lack thereof! What the <span class="mu-i">HELL!?</span>
“Judging from your interactions before, Stan,” Syb suggests, intercepting your foot mere <span class="mu-i">centimeters</span> from kicking the monolith, “I believe it takes commands through a touch screen interface.”
Huh. Well, <span class="mu-i">maybe</span>! Retracting your kick, you raise the <span class="mu-g">PRISM</span> once more and tap the <span class="mu-b">USAGE LOG</span> command!, prompting a swarm of gibberish to burst from Kelly’s chest!
“<span class="mu-s">ACCESSING USAGE LOGS…</span>”
Hey, it worked! Syb and that SEXY <span class="mu-i">BRAIN</span> of hers– you <span class="mu-i">LOVE</span> it! Giving the girl in question a grateful head pat, you lean in a bit as the jumbled letters slowly form into readable words!
“<span class="mu-s">WARNING: DATABANKS CORRUPTED. RECOVERY MODE ACTIVATED.</span>”
<span class="mu-b">LOGIN: LAB ADMINISTRATOR: TELEPORTATION LAB A.
LOGIN: LAB ADMINISTRATOR: ADMINISTRATION CONSOLE.
DIAGNOSTIC STARTED: LAB ADMINISTRATOR.
LOGIN: LAB ADMINISTRATOR: MORGUE.
THAW: LAB ADMINISTRATOR: MORGUE.
LOGIN: LAB TECH 223: GENERATOR B.
LOGIN: LAB TECH 434: TOTEM CONTROL BOOTH A.
LOGIN: LAB TECH 775: SPECIMEN STORAGE CONTROL.</span>
The list continues to grow for several minutes as you feel your interest wane–at least at <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY</span> you were able to read people’s emails and search histor-
“LOOK!”
Heeding Syb’s urgent command, you refocus your, well, <span class="mu-i">focus</span>, and start to notice a pattern in the logs!
<span class="mu-b">LOGIN: LAB TECH 888: DIMENSIONAL LAB R CONTROL.
LOGIN ATTEMPT RECORDED: UNREGISTERED USER.
LOGIN ATTEMPT RECORDED: UNREGISTERED USER.
LOGIN ATTEMPT RECORDED: UNREGISTERED USER…</span>
The attempts continue for several seconds as Syb watches with grim interest. “Curious…” She mutters, “Do you suppose there was an interloper of some kind?”
You respond with a shrug–who can say? If you had a nickel for every time you got too drunk to remember your password, you’d be wearing a <span class="mu-g">GOLDEN SUIT</span> right now!
“Dat’ don’t even sound <span class="mu-i">close</span> ta’ practical…”
>CONTD.
