FINAL WEEK
Starting Saturday, the layer of clouds in the sky is more solid than ever. Overcast, reflecting the neon light of the city. By Sunday, you'll see more colors than ever, as several new areas are added to the span of your probation. And some areas aren't, but might see an approach anyway. Do the pods containing six weeks of treatment daunt you in the slightest now that judgment awaits at the end of the fourth week? Though faithful treatment participants only experience flashes on the upper third of their bodies now, their counterparts will experience occasional waves of isolating existential coldness. Does your physically present overseer have anything to say for herself? Just remember one thing: Kanto is watching and waiting.
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[* Pushing that thought out of his mind for now, it's time he checks out the doors. What's behind door #1?]
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Examine project?]
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And you see a photorealistic video of a young man. Another one of an even younger boy with red hair, causing a blimp to explode. Yet they're in the context of many other files showing the imagery in intermediate stages... suggesting an inexorable conclusion. They were generated.]
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[* SAVE FAILED]
[* Damn. It would be REALLY helpful if he was in control of this timeline... Fine, whatever, he'll just go and see if there's anything else worthwhile on these computers.]
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Room #2?]
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There is a phone on the desk. It actually looks pretty similar to the ones you were given when you first arrived at the research hospital. It's locked, but there are two notifications, each of which you can curiously stretch down from the lockscreen.
> authorization
> note saved]
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>* Note Saved]
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Zl, V srry zbfg njshy sbe qrprvivat lbh, ohg gehyl V unq ab bgure bcgvba.
Ertneqyrff, guvf vf fbzrjung nf lbh qrfver, V guvax?
Jul, V oryvrir lbh qrfpevorq vg nf 'ubcr.' Fb fbeel lbh pbhyqa'g xabj gung sbe zr, gung vf fbzrguvat ryfr. Ohg... ng yrnfg abj lbh pna or unccl. Sberire.
Jryy gura, yrg hf ubcr lbh arire unir gb svaq guvf va gur svefg cynpr.
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...Oh my god, it IS that simple.
[* As Flowey translates... he wonders... is this message... meant for him...?
Regardless, he takes a photo of both notifications and heads to door #3. But then has some second thoughts and there may be a way he can get past the lockscreen, so he puts ???'s Phone in his inventory and THEN enters door #3.]
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The screen shows the research hospital pharmacy.
Hm.
You're alone in here and free to go.]
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* Flowey goes and takes photos of all the sketches just in case. It may be irrelevant, but it also may be relevant. All of this has been thoroughly interesting. He sits alone, hidden away in some corner. There is one question going through his mind: Does he think he's seen everything useful?
* If he thinks he had, he'll head out and go through the emails and data he downloaded.]