Charles Snippy: COFFEESENTRY: 412:This evening, I returned to into the City to fill out the reports about my first tour out into the Dead Zone.Hopefully, they won't suddenly shut down the D.Z.T.R. Department and there will be more tours for me to "guide".Today... was different.A buzzing, hovering Hunter-Drone met me in the Airlock.Must be a new thing.Ah I see,As I'm forever unable to access ANNET, someone up top must have programmed this contraption to follow me around, shouting things at me.Thank you, whoever you are.I never felt more ridiculous.To top things off, I lost my coffee.
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ENGIE: PROTOCOL 1-1-3Zee Captain's note of summons had sealed my fate.I felt a cold pull at my stomach. Something else was coming, re-awakened by the presence of Captain.Something worse than the shuffling noises of the red beasts outside. The sound of falling cannonball.Whatever that fleshy monstrosity was, it cared not for me, but it's presence here led ANNIE straight to me....And it came to pass on the morrow, that the goddess in the machine came upon me and she wanted vengeance.She was online, the thermonuclear bombardment of the core databank cube had failed to shut her down.She was still alive, after all these years.The explosive crash-landing of the hunter machine through the old roof drew THEIR attention.I was now between two wild beasts, out for my blood.What was Protocol 1-1-3?Memories of Directorate weapon codes lingered in my mind, poisoning my thought pattern.Could it be?...So this was to be my death.ANNIE had let me know that she
Engie: awakeI felt scorching heat and vibrating pain.There was an endless buzz in my ears of massive shell-shock.Crunching noise of the ground.For a brief second I saw tiny mushrooms and flowers under me, but they quickly disintegrated into dust.Impossible. Shock-Hallucinations. I haven't seen grass in so many years.Crawl forward. Away. Away from the heat.Farther. Come on Alex. Get up. Walk.Something was wrong. I wasn't supposed to be alive....Ion Cannon interrupts all electronic impulses, no matter how small, effectively scrambling, disrupting all neural activity and shuts down the brain.Sure, the walls of the little house protected me from the flames of ruptured atmosphere, but how is my mind still active?Only one thing could have protected me. Something which could bend all known laws of physics at it pleased.Could it be? The note?!Could Seven's luck actually transfer onto others?If this is true, then Seven could be the key to my