Brave New World, part 2
63 walked over a particularly glassed section of the ground, and found it wasn’t a bunch of glassed dirt and sand, but somehow a concrete building survived. Absurdly, all building were made out of polycrete at this point in time, so maybe the construction crew ran out of such material. 63 kept walking down the block in search for survivors. Not much was left except for some rusty armor. But 63 remembered overhearing a Marine say there was some sort of a “teleporter room” in a battlefield not far from the crashed ship, melted base, and lake. 63 then commissioned the last working vehicle he could find and set off. Things had really changed when he was out for that 30 years. Trees grew from places they never grew before, things were more overgrown, shops and buildings crumbling apart and finally, the entrenchment.
63 hopped in the old trench, and walked forward looking for that teleported room. He passed by the rotting corpse of a certain “J.B Applewhite.” The poor man had clearly been stuck there for a long time, his rotted hand clinging to a metal box. 63 decided to see what was in the box, and he gently ripped it out of the dead mans hand. Some fingers came off and 63 threw them aside. 63 managed to pry open the box and found some sort of a chip. It seemed to fit inside the chip slot of 63’s helmet, and it appeared to be some sort of a translator device or directional device, which guided 63 to a door. Outside the door were a bunch of frozen ONI agents, and they were in distress. 63 walked into the door and heard a loud crunching noise.
