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Among the information she has archived or cached, there are obscure theories about inter-universal interactions. Not how they might happen, much less how any intelligence might begin one, or target it meaningfully.
But they give some constraints on the properties of such connections, and their time evolution.
This highly speculative information is available to her, but even were she fast enough to access it, none of it would be particularly useful when a pinpoint of not here blinks into existence directly ahead and expands spherically to swallow her.
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No, actually! A short hallway that turns right and opens into a circular room whose walls are screens displaying variously informative drawings about safety during testing.
And a fairly high-tech elevator lowers to her level when she approaches it.
And a fairly high-tech elevator lowers to her level when she approaches it.
synchrosyntheses
Well. That's the first acknowledgement of her existence she's gotten, and the first non-defunct machinery, not counting the teleport thing.
Plus: It's not an alarm.
Minus: Even if the elevator weren't laughably small, she's not turning over even token control of her route to the crazy testing people's systems.
She examines this area carefully. Can she enter other parts of the structure at this level, perhaps by removing wall panels? Does the elevator shaft have a service access of some sort? Is there a discreet cargo elevator? If all else fails, she can just mess with the elevator, but that's more intrusive.
Plus: It's not an alarm.
Minus: Even if the elevator weren't laughably small, she's not turning over even token control of her route to the crazy testing people's systems.
She examines this area carefully. Can she enter other parts of the structure at this level, perhaps by removing wall panels? Does the elevator shaft have a service access of some sort? Is there a discreet cargo elevator? If all else fails, she can just mess with the elevator, but that's more intrusive.
we_do_what_we_must
The wall panels inside the cylindrical room are all screens and detaching them will probably cause them to stop displaying the stuff they're displaying; the panels in the room before are possibly easier to detach. No service access, no discreet cargo elevator, but there seems to be mostly empty space up from where she's standing, as wide as the room itself.
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She goes back to the plain wall panels and attempts to make an opening either by detaching or reshaping the panels. If the empty space can be accessed from “outside the room” this way, she'll take it.
we_do_what_we_must
There's space! It's not empty. It's filled with active machinery, a veritable web of mechanical arms and panels and jigsaw structures. They're all still, with specific shapes to the rooms built by the armed panels, and there are much better maintained metal catwalks between the machines.
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That will do fine. She leaves the confined space for the cluttered space.
She could follow the elevator shaft (which is still the only presented route from the caves below) or she could pick another direction.
She examines a couple arms and any other sorts of machines nearby. Is it connected to the same network she found with maintenance traffic before? If so, is the connection wired or radio?
She could follow the elevator shaft (which is still the only presented route from the caves below) or she could pick another direction.
She examines a couple arms and any other sorts of machines nearby. Is it connected to the same network she found with maintenance traffic before? If so, is the connection wired or radio?
we_do_what_we_must
Yep, same network, and the interface is slightly different but still wired.
synchrosyntheses
She follows the network wiring; as necessary, tapping in and following the branch with more traffic. Whether this finds a control system or merely the most active area, hopefully it will be informative.
we_do_what_we_must
There's not a whole lot of it exposed, and it soon hides within either walls or mechanical arms.
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Elevator shaft it is. She breaks into the shaft above the screen-walled area and heads up.
we_do_what_we_must
The screens give way to regular walls and then bits of machinery that would have been visible to anyone actually riding the glass-walled cylindrical elevator.
Once she reaches the next landing, a male voice starts sounding: "Hello, and welcome to the Aperture Science Enrichment Center."
Once she reaches the next landing, a male voice starts sounding: "Hello, and welcome to the Aperture Science Enrichment Center."
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Person, program, (upload,) recording —
“Hel-lo. I am disoryented and I am in nehd owf teshnical assistanshe.” she asks, her tongue stumbling, as she gets clear of the shaft. (The elevator room is pretty crowded now.)
There weren't exactly a lot of audio recordings to work with, or casual conversation in text. Hopefully that made enough sense if anyone was listening.
“Hel-lo. I am disoryented and I am in nehd owf teshnical assistanshe.” she asks, her tongue stumbling, as she gets clear of the shaft. (The elevator room is pretty crowded now.)
There weren't exactly a lot of audio recordings to work with, or casual conversation in text. Hopefully that made enough sense if anyone was listening.
we_do_what_we_must
The voice continues: "We are currently experiencing technical difficulties due to circumstances of potentially apocalyptic significance beyond our control." The screen-walls around her start displaying schematic cartoonish information on what to do in case of apocalypse.
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Evidently there isn't going to be a conversation.
She goes through the door. On guard. The announcement was friendly enough, but.
She goes through the door. On guard. The announcement was friendly enough, but.
we_do_what_we_must
She walks into a small, white room. Or, well, it probably used to be white a couple of centuries ago. Now it's what white becomes after two centuries. There are a couple of cracks on the ceiling, and nature has started reclaiming it.
The voice continues: "However, thanks to Emergency Testing Protocols, testing can continue. These pre-recorded messages will provide instructional and motivational support, so that science can still be done, even in the event of environmental, social, economic, or structural collapse. The portal will open and emergency testing will begin in three. Two. One."
And an oval section of the wall, about as tall as a tall human, glows orange and becomes a hole—a portal?—into another room.
The voice continues: "However, thanks to Emergency Testing Protocols, testing can continue. These pre-recorded messages will provide instructional and motivational support, so that science can still be done, even in the event of environmental, social, economic, or structural collapse. The portal will open and emergency testing will begin in three. Two. One."
And an oval section of the wall, about as tall as a tall human, glows orange and becomes a hole—a portal?—into another room.
synchrosyntheses
Nope.
She's read the reports (the old ones, anyway), and she doesn't want to be anywhere near these people's idea of “testing”. She takes advantage of the cracked ceiling to remove a panel and exit.
She's read the reports (the old ones, anyway), and she doesn't want to be anywhere near these people's idea of “testing”. She takes advantage of the cracked ceiling to remove a panel and exit.
we_do_what_we_must
When she does that, the voice says: "Please do not leave test area wherever leaving test area does not appear to be a deliberate part of the test. If leaving the test area appears to be a deliberate part of the test, please disregard this message."
On the other side of the panel, more of the space filled with machinery, but somewhat degraded, with an enormous plant coiling around the bits and pieces, looking like the machinery gets increasingly plant-ridden the farther up it is.
On the other side of the panel, more of the space filled with machinery, but somewhat degraded, with an enormous plant coiling around the bits and pieces, looking like the machinery gets increasingly plant-ridden the farther up it is.
synchrosyntheses
Oh, there's an “up”. She heads up. Perhaps this giant plant has found the sky.
we_do_what_we_must
Perhaps it has! It's certainly going up, and there's a lot of this machinery in the way, mechanical arms holding rooms and other devices together, metal catwalks between them leading to behind-the-scenes rooms. And it really has taken over the facility.
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None of this is terribly surprising any more.
She maneuvers through the maze of machinery, as necessary persuading arms and panels and plain metal structures out of her way.
She maneuvers through the maze of machinery, as necessary persuading arms and panels and plain metal structures out of her way.
we_do_what_we_must
The plant's roots and vines thicken and grow as she approaches what's probably its origin point, in one of the non-temporary rooms. Signs of decay and destruction abound, nature well on its way to reclaiming the facility.
synchrosyntheses
Huh. Well, she's not actually investigating this plant. She'll follow it upward, whether that's rootward or not.
we_do_what_we_must
Well, if she just follows its vines it will go up and she will definitely find its root, inside a room with a few signs and childish drawings and booths and chairs.
synchrosyntheses
Okay, that's interestingly weird, but not actually useful.
She heads upward without following any vines.
She heads upward without following any vines.