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She looked up as I entered.
“Boy, do I sure love wake up calls,” I said.
She sighed. “Hey. You’re a little early.”
I took a seat next to her. “Thought maybe we could investigate this.”
“I don’t understand,” she said, staring vacantly, “are we doing something wrong?”
“It couldn’t be. We’ve done everything it said.”
She twirled her Collector. “Did we miss a Vaxinator? Maybe it’s not sending correctly.”
“And maybe ,” I said, “they’re coming to give you your trophy!”
She gave me a dead look. We pondered the strange summons for a moment, coming up with vague possibilities that only led to more questions.
“Does the Turnmont have computers we can access?” I asked.
“Why?”
I shrugged and stood up. “Maybe there’s something we can find out. If anything, I’m just curious about GenoTec. Last night I thought about how little I do know. And besides, we’re Volunteers now.”
“Whatever you say, detective.”
She brought us to the other side of the lobby where an entire room was dedicated to two rows of holographic monitors. We found a couple of empty stations and spoke commands to the computers.
“Are we looking for something in particular?” asked Tara.
“No, not really. Just let me know if you find something worthwhile.”
“Like?”
“Just—I dunno. Just look.”
Tara narrowed her eyes and said, “Something’s certainly gotten into you.”
I kept my eyes locked onto the web browser. “I’m just curious.”
She held her gaze for a minute, then started her own search.
The GenoTec website I was searching detailed nearly every aspect of the enigmatic company. Different tabs across the top labeled the varied departments. There was “Engineering”, “Communications”, and “Sterile Communities” to name a few. I tapped on “Sterile Communities” out of sheer curiosity and it brought up a screen-sized picture of the Ellis Island Community.
My investigation was cut short.
“Look at this, Mark,” said Tara, turning her screen toward me.
I turned to see a building hovering above the Hudson River, supported by thick posts. The blueprint showed a larger, central building, with five smaller structures placed in a symmetrical circle. All of the buildings were connected to each other by double-decker catwalk systems. It was the same building I had seen for years. It was Axxiol.
“They’re saying Vax was constructed here.” she asked, scrolling down a bit.
“I guess I never cared enough to know anything about it.”
She stopped on a body of text and read, “Axxiol, GenoTec’s offshore developmental research facility. Founded by Archturus Slate, Jonas Repik, Hamilton Maude, Kade Kragun, Geoff Ober, and Telerra Ashe. Prior to the outbreak of Edge in 2035, Axxiol was one of the world’s premier ecological research facilities, authorized and endorsed by President Boughman. The site finished construction in 2028. Currently, the facility is the epicenter of GenoTec’s Edge research. Around 130 pre-Edge researchers and scientists currently reside in Axxiol, working around the clock to develop a cure.”
“Wait,” I said, mentally stuck on the beginning of the paragraph, “click on this Repik guy. I’ve seen him a few times.” Tara immediately tapped on the highlighted name of Jonas Repik. The page briefly went white while loading the new content, and then another picture burst onto screen.
Staring back at us from the laptop was Slate’s right hand man. He was the one who had been with Slate during most of the interviews and speeches. His drooped nose and greasy, long brown hair accentuated the posh sneer he was wearing.
“I know Repik. He’s the Vice President,” said Tara.
“Yeah.”
I focused on the drowsy image of Repik for a few more seconds. His thick, dark eyebrows made him seem forever angry.
Tara and I continued searching for the rest of the afternoon, getting distracted by pre-Edge videos and humorous content. When five
“Boy, do I sure love wake up calls,” I said.
She sighed. “Hey. You’re a little early.”
I took a seat next to her. “Thought maybe we could investigate this.”
“I don’t understand,” she said, staring vacantly, “are we doing something wrong?”
“It couldn’t be. We’ve done everything it said.”
She twirled her Collector. “Did we miss a Vaxinator? Maybe it’s not sending correctly.”
“And maybe ,” I said, “they’re coming to give you your trophy!”
She gave me a dead look. We pondered the strange summons for a moment, coming up with vague possibilities that only led to more questions.
“Does the Turnmont have computers we can access?” I asked.
“Why?”
I shrugged and stood up. “Maybe there’s something we can find out. If anything, I’m just curious about GenoTec. Last night I thought about how little I do know. And besides, we’re Volunteers now.”
“Whatever you say, detective.”
She brought us to the other side of the lobby where an entire room was dedicated to two rows of holographic monitors. We found a couple of empty stations and spoke commands to the computers.
“Are we looking for something in particular?” asked Tara.
“No, not really. Just let me know if you find something worthwhile.”
“Like?”
“Just—I dunno. Just look.”
Tara narrowed her eyes and said, “Something’s certainly gotten into you.”
I kept my eyes locked onto the web browser. “I’m just curious.”
She held her gaze for a minute, then started her own search.
The GenoTec website I was searching detailed nearly every aspect of the enigmatic company. Different tabs across the top labeled the varied departments. There was “Engineering”, “Communications”, and “Sterile Communities” to name a few. I tapped on “Sterile Communities” out of sheer curiosity and it brought up a screen-sized picture of the Ellis Island Community.
My investigation was cut short.
“Look at this, Mark,” said Tara, turning her screen toward me.
I turned to see a building hovering above the Hudson River, supported by thick posts. The blueprint showed a larger, central building, with five smaller structures placed in a symmetrical circle. All of the buildings were connected to each other by double-decker catwalk systems. It was the same building I had seen for years. It was Axxiol.
“They’re saying Vax was constructed here.” she asked, scrolling down a bit.
“I guess I never cared enough to know anything about it.”
She stopped on a body of text and read, “Axxiol, GenoTec’s offshore developmental research facility. Founded by Archturus Slate, Jonas Repik, Hamilton Maude, Kade Kragun, Geoff Ober, and Telerra Ashe. Prior to the outbreak of Edge in 2035, Axxiol was one of the world’s premier ecological research facilities, authorized and endorsed by President Boughman. The site finished construction in 2028. Currently, the facility is the epicenter of GenoTec’s Edge research. Around 130 pre-Edge researchers and scientists currently reside in Axxiol, working around the clock to develop a cure.”
“Wait,” I said, mentally stuck on the beginning of the paragraph, “click on this Repik guy. I’ve seen him a few times.” Tara immediately tapped on the highlighted name of Jonas Repik. The page briefly went white while loading the new content, and then another picture burst onto screen.
Staring back at us from the laptop was Slate’s right hand man. He was the one who had been with Slate during most of the interviews and speeches. His drooped nose and greasy, long brown hair accentuated the posh sneer he was wearing.
“I know Repik. He’s the Vice President,” said Tara.
“Yeah.”
I focused on the drowsy image of Repik for a few more seconds. His thick, dark eyebrows made him seem forever angry.
Tara and I continued searching for the rest of the afternoon, getting distracted by pre-Edge videos and humorous content. When five
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