[ the room isn't particularly large, and there's barely any light aside from the ones that flicker and hum above, using what little power source it has to run. there's nothing lively about this room, it gives off a dead, cold and mechanical feeling with all that's inside. this room inhabits what's needed to operate the machine in the center, and the wires are still connected as well. if it wasn't for the dust that covers it inside and out, the chamber looks like it could be used again if desired... as though it was meant for longevity. if the copy dared to enter, he would find that it's perfectly built for someone his size. computer screens cracked, a few bullet holes through one, and some others on the floor that appear unusable. however, there's one on the side that flickers on and off as though trying to reconnect. it's blue screened, then it goes black, but there is a working keyboard underneath that has yet to be destroyed — all it's missing are a few keys, but the buttons probably still work without.
aside from dust on the ground and broken computer pieces scattered here and there with glass, there's paperwork dated, signed and information written down that makes no sense at a glance. off to the side is a casted away old, black journal that's hidden underneath the shadows, possibly hard to miss.
there's the sound of keyboards clicking and writing being scribbled, but if he moves at all, it'll stop. the sound never reappears and he can continue on to look at whatever interests him in this room. ]
Where... am I?
[ this location isn't anything familiar to him, no matter how many times he scan the room, he can't find anything like it. in the middle is a sort of culture tank, a large visible hole that he can see from what little light filters in the room. the place is overgrown with flora, as though it's been abandoned for years that he couldn't count on just both his hands.
slowly he lifts his head up to note how roots have penetrated through the ceiling and moonlight slips between the cracks to give the room an ethereal glow. despite the calmness of the area, it's hard to ignore the age and the frustration of things pushed around as though there was someone in a rush.
one foot after the other, he walks down the steps until his feet click against the concrete surface. kneeling down, he'll pick up one of the pieces of paper that's spread across the floor, walking with it to see if there's anything he can read on it. he doesn't have high hopes thinking the bugs have probably chewed away too much, or the ink and pencil has faded, but he'll give it a try. ]
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aside from dust on the ground and broken computer pieces scattered here and there with glass, there's paperwork dated, signed and information written down that makes no sense at a glance. off to the side is a casted away old, black journal that's hidden underneath the shadows, possibly hard to miss.
there's the sound of keyboards clicking and writing being scribbled, but if he moves at all, it'll stop. the sound never reappears and he can continue on to look at whatever interests him in this room. ]
Where... am I?
[ this location isn't anything familiar to him, no matter how many times he scan the room, he can't find anything like it. in the middle is a sort of culture tank, a large visible hole that he can see from what little light filters in the room. the place is overgrown with flora, as though it's been abandoned for years that he couldn't count on just both his hands.
slowly he lifts his head up to note how roots have penetrated through the ceiling and moonlight slips between the cracks to give the room an ethereal glow. despite the calmness of the area, it's hard to ignore the age and the frustration of things pushed around as though there was someone in a rush.
one foot after the other, he walks down the steps until his feet click against the concrete surface. kneeling down, he'll pick up one of the pieces of paper that's spread across the floor, walking with it to see if there's anything he can read on it. he doesn't have high hopes thinking the bugs have probably chewed away too much, or the ink and pencil has faded, but he'll give it a try. ]