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Dave Synk · 05-08-2017, 08:13 PM,

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Subject: Narrowing down the line.
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It's very interesting how people can fall even from the shoulders of titans. Or have at least their daily reality twisted 180 degrees. As I was saying before, this is what happened after the six months of work inside the New Hampshire system. At first, everything was directed towards project management. I was presented with a tremendous amount of various sketches, ideas, undergoing tasks and so on. I had to shift the funds towards those that I considered, given my scientific expertise, more important. Well, the presence of a Navy officer was always there when I had to make such decisions so basically, I couldn't choose whatever I wanted. They needed to improve the Navy's technology and progression. Since the tensions with the Rheinland were rising, due to political and economical prejudices.

I met my staff. Something was very, out of place about them. Not very obvious but I felt like something was going on with them. Their look towards me felt like their lives were depending on my words. Silent bunch, I had a team of 10. Biologists, xenobiologists, nuclear and quantum physicists, psychologists and some chemists. They were good at what they were doing and very effective but... acted like they were semi-robots. For a while the feeling was lost and I got accommodated with them when I saw some of them making jokes in the coffee breaks. They were bad but.. all with scientific puns. At least hey, they were humans right ? So that was easier for me to work with.

Things changed in the 7th month of work when the Navy began to be more present and more active on the station, especially in the research wing. They "suggested" us that it would be in Liberty's beneficial that we'd focus our study on a series of data and archives that came from Manhattan. Especially Valhalla One. I was shocked, but in a positive way to hear that I was about to study the archives of the V1. But the Navy officer who came to announce it, didn't took my enthusiasm too lightly. He reminded me to keep my calm and proceed as told, respecting the protocol and watch only into the things that I was told to. Giving the fact the the secrets of the Vault gave the humanity the knowledge of trade lanes and Jump Gates... i can understand the resentment.

We were not allowed to leave the station during our contract. We had our bulks and all the necessary conditions to have a normal life out of work on the station too. It was very strange but I tried to keep myself in control. I was assigned to work on a prototype neural enhancer and gene manipulation project that had the goal to increase the lifespan and resilience of the human body. They had this plan to create a series of super soldiers immune to toxins, neural attacks, diseases and all. The requirements were ... overwhelming even for the 10 of us. I requested more personnel and time but we were denied. They said that "Everything was processed. Keep doing what your instructions tell you." I guess the figure of freedom and "Liberty" stopped when I entered this system. But I had no choice. I recall that after we've got like 70% of the project, we were asked that the project will be taken to another research facility in the Alaska system and that we are asked to proceed to further processing our tasks.

In the middle of the night, I was woken up and ordered to pack the necessities in 5 minutes because I had a shuttle towards my new operation post. For a reason we were 5 now. I passed through the chambers of the others and they were sealed, closed, like they were never there. The remaining scientist were very frightened, one fell down into her knees and collapsed in a panic attack. One escort came to her picked her up and hit her behind her head with the pad of the gun. The hit was bad, but she continued to go like nothing happened. I told the soldier, that was not necessary but he didn't said a word to me. When I looked over her neck closely, I saw she had some device installed and went down behind the skin. I remembered a number and designation "AX-03". Thing is, that all of them had these "AX-number" tags on their door and I presumed it came from auxiliary staff. Now it explained many things. I saw, but pretended to never observe. Why did they kept me untouched though ?

I went to the shuttle and reached for Alberta. This was one year later after I started to work with them. I worked for the next 4 years over. On Alberta... things turned way stranger.

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