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Finally, at long last, sweet and joyous nourishment.
For some.
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Amelius and Sigma stare into the darkness, trying to twist their dull senses into getting some information from the morass of moving figures and shouts and noises. If only they had NeoGenesis' flashlight or any other light source, these roots are so dark and twisting - all the light fixtures high above have long since blown out or getting overgrown.
Is that a human? A figure, certainly, is what the wood children are fighting, some tall lanky thing with multiple arrows sticking out of her torso and a grim, determined cast to her features...
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Everett robs a vending machine.
Samantha and Nadir joins Everett on this grand theft fructose syrup.
Automatic sensors does a locality sweep, though luckily the local mesh is severely degraded, almost no signals making it through the burnt and slashed wires...
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. . . Except the kludged together machinery that Sundae and the Cold Bone Interns whip up, as Osiris stretches and pulls and becomes an unintended source of power. Grabbing Gluttony in the deep below, acid stinging, electricity flares and flashes and the smell of smoking, burnt parts fill the room.
But one of the terminals. . . TURNS ON!
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>STAND BY FOR YAWNING PHASE
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