Three men stood at the entrance of the server room. They wore the gray tactical vests of the Censorship Bureau. The lead agent stepped forward, his face obscured by a reflective visor.
Elias stood up. He wasn't hurt. He felt lighter. He looked out the window where the gloomy city of Sector 4 had been. Three men stood at the entrance of the server room
The Archives were a tomb of silence. Rows upon rows of server towers hummed in the sub-basement, the only sound in the otherwise sterile building. Elias logged into his terminal, his fingers trembling slightly as he typed his credentials. KEY ACCEPTED. INITIATING PROTOCOL: WAKING.
Then, a single line of green text appeared. Three men stood at the entrance of the server room
> KEY ACCEPTED. INITIATING PROTOCOL: WAKING.
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