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[filiusenox]

Welcome to Treatment v.6

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Thank you for your time, subject 7.
Welcome to Treatment...

[thatkid]

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>Posting

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[Svarte Troner]

Welcome to Treatment v.6

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> Joachim Oberländer

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> Does not physically age past 25 years old.
- I don't know... physically fit 25 year old male attributes.

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Welcome to Treatment...

[Ibid Straydrink]

Welcome to Treatment v.6

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> Samantha Carter

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> Female, 5'6", lithe buid, black hair, light complexion
> Diagnosed with persistent childhood depression and acute audio-compulsive Synesthesia

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Welcome to Treatment...

[filiusenox]

Please expa-#ERROR=34354-unknown_user$
>you're all going to dieEE, hAH hah HAH
#ERROR=34354-unknown_user$

[Rebooting System]
[Wiping Viruses]
[Purging_The_Unclean]
#ERROR=34354-unknown_user$

((And no, it won't always be like this.))

[Supercharazad]

Welcome to Treatment v.6

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> Joachim Oberländer

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> 97

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> Does not physically age past 25 years old.
- I don't know... physically fit 25 year old male attributes.

Thank you for your time, subject 7.
Welcome to Treatment...

[filiusenox]

Please expa-#ERROR=34354-unknown_user$
>you're all going to dieEE, hAH hah HAH
#ERROR=34354-unknown_user$

[Rebooting System]
[Wiping Viruses]
[Purging_The_Unclean]
#ERROR=34354-unknown_user$

Samantha's (or Sam) fingers fly over the keyboard, typing in codes and text, in an attempt to boot the hacker from the system. After a few moments, the red-colored taunts fade, shifting away to nothingness as the little bastard is locked out.

She yawns and gives a stretch, peering around the white, very clean room.
The left wall is entirely one-way glass, blocking out any view of the monitoring center, except for faint shadows, bustling around and being busy.
A thick door lies behind her, a security panel set beside it.
The only furnishings here is the chair Sam is sitting at, and the desk which the computer sits neatly on.

There's a tapping on the glass.

"Okay Sam, head on out. Thanks for helping us out, that virus was setting back the program."

What do you do?

[DinosaurusRex_x]

> Remember who you just helped out and why.

[Deep Waters]

> Remember who you just helped out and why.

>Afterwards, listen to the mysterious voice with the ability to tap on glass and "head on out".

[filiusenox]

Some R&D pricks working on some Project. All secret and shit. And cause they pay you to.

Sam pushes herself up from the seat, pulling her jacket from the back of it and shrugging it on. She strides over to the door and keys in the password.

*BEEP*

Huh.

She retries the code.

*BEEP*

She does it again, slower now.

*BEEP*

"Is there a problem, Miss Carter?"
"No.", she replies.

 She types the code in, the right code, her fingers moving along at a snail's pace.

*BEEP*

"Really now?"

What does Sam do?

[DinosaurusRex_x]

"Open up Jackass, the access codes just changed on me."

> Examine inventory.  Anything like a multi-tool or jack knife?

[Deep Waters]

"Open up Jackass, the access codes just changed on me."

> Examine inventory.  Anything like a multi-tool or jack knife?

[filiusenox]

((*Cough* *Cough* You saw no absence))
Sam's inventory consists of a jacket, a pair of jeans, a dress shirt, and black lacy undergarments. In her coat pocket is a company issued sleek, matte black, PDA.

"Open up Jackass, the access codes just changed on me."
"Jack's on break..?"
"Just open the damn door, already."
"Fine, fine."

Sam stands there, only moving to rub the back of her neck.

"Hold on...seems to be a problem...I'll call maintenance down. The door won't open for me, either."
Just in time to be annoying, the PDA gives to soft ringing that indicates lunch, and Sam tastes....pizza briefly, furthering her annoyance.

'You have Mail.' the computer chimes from behind her.

[Strife26]

>Complain about work email program, check mail.

[filiusenox]

Sam steps over to the computer and pulls up the inter-office email service.

You have mail.

You have mail. Lol.

The man on the other side of the glass suddenly asks, "Hey, you the repair man?"


There's a soft, masculine chuckle. Then something smashes against the glass with a loud thump, creating hairline fractures like spiderwebs.

The new voice itself is cold, and makes Sam taste...dirt.
"No. You alright in there, miss...?"