Ground Zero
(Sigh) You really didn't want it to come to this, but this is for survival now. You hack Rocker Chick's shelter and siphon her power, which gives you enough boost to send a violent surge of it to Shadow to purposely overload and fry out some vital components, from what you can tell you succeed. The last of his protection programs go completely down.
At this point both of your systems are a mess and working erratically. You're in a little bit better shape, but with the worm slowing down everything, you are unable to siphon from the last shelter available to give you the winning boost. As it turns out, this was fortuitous.
When Shadow siphons power from Job's shelter, it completely paralyzes and destroys his system, since all the errors and problems Job had were downloaded into Shadow's shelter. He's at your mercy, and even with your worm problems, you have enough time to apply the coup de grace. He loses all power and his name disappears once again. You stay on line for awhile to make sure he's really gone, but from your checking, he's definitely probably screaming in the darkness of his underground tomb now. You then think about how the others are probably doing the same thing.
It suddenly occurs to you that everyone was sentenced to their deaths and they weren't even involved in the fight. Innocents were killed in some misguided effort to "save" them. At best they were cannon fodder and "resources" for your war with Shadow.
This is the kind of thing that got the planet blown to fucking shit to begin with. Assholes, who don't like one another, don't back down and then insist on dragging everyone else into hell with them.
You didn't "win" anything. If anything you made things worse, not just for the others, but even for yourself. Your Shelter is never the same again. You spend weeks still trying to root out all the infections, and repair damaged files, but some things can't be repaired and the AI is fucked beyond any type of salvation even if you had the means. It never speaks again and barely runs at all. Ultimately you have to play it safe and just keep minimal lighting in the living area, and only keep the food and water dispensers working. Everything else that needs power is never used again for fear of your jury-rigging going all to shit and leaving you like the rest of your neighbors.
You spend your remaining years alone in near darkness pondering your judgment that day, slowly going mad.
"I was rightÂ…I was rightÂ…" you often mutter to yourself.
At this point both of your systems are a mess and working erratically. You're in a little bit better shape, but with the worm slowing down everything, you are unable to siphon from the last shelter available to give you the winning boost. As it turns out, this was fortuitous.
When Shadow siphons power from Job's shelter, it completely paralyzes and destroys his system, since all the errors and problems Job had were downloaded into Shadow's shelter. He's at your mercy, and even with your worm problems, you have enough time to apply the coup de grace. He loses all power and his name disappears once again. You stay on line for awhile to make sure he's really gone, but from your checking, he's definitely probably screaming in the darkness of his underground tomb now. You then think about how the others are probably doing the same thing.
It suddenly occurs to you that everyone was sentenced to their deaths and they weren't even involved in the fight. Innocents were killed in some misguided effort to "save" them. At best they were cannon fodder and "resources" for your war with Shadow.
This is the kind of thing that got the planet blown to fucking shit to begin with. Assholes, who don't like one another, don't back down and then insist on dragging everyone else into hell with them.
You didn't "win" anything. If anything you made things worse, not just for the others, but even for yourself. Your Shelter is never the same again. You spend weeks still trying to root out all the infections, and repair damaged files, but some things can't be repaired and the AI is fucked beyond any type of salvation even if you had the means. It never speaks again and barely runs at all. Ultimately you have to play it safe and just keep minimal lighting in the living area, and only keep the food and water dispensers working. Everything else that needs power is never used again for fear of your jury-rigging going all to shit and leaving you like the rest of your neighbors.
You spend your remaining years alone in near darkness pondering your judgment that day, slowly going mad.
"I was rightÂ…I was rightÂ…" you often mutter to yourself.
