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: The final casualty count of the station before the doors sealed forever.

As he hit 'Enter,' the floor began to vibrate. Deep in the belly of the earth, massive rusted gears groaned into motion. Overhead, the long-dead ventilation fans gave a stuttering cough, then began to spin with a high-pitched whine. 930_a617a0f9_34363

The hum of the subterranean server room was the only heartheat left in Sector 7. Elias wiped a layer of decades-old dust from the terminal screen, his flashlight flickering. He wasn’t looking for gold or fuel; he was looking for the "Genesis Patch." : The final casualty count of the station