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No. 4649
A/N: The plot, it unfolds.
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The Spy had not come out of his room in a few days, unless the alarm was ringing. He had to know more. More about this strange occurrence. Perhaps the Engineer had a twin, and wore his brother’s hardhat. But how would they have gotten a replacement so quickly? The trains were few and far-between, even on a good schedule. The entries had become a story. One he had to finish.
He crawled out of his room and onto the sniper deck, journal gripped tightly in his hand. He found a place to sit, out of the way of prying eyes, and sat down to read.
June 14th
Scout was able to bring back a folder full of papers today. Engineer and I sat down and started to go over them. What I found, I do not know if I like…
They were plans for a machine. It looked like a large cylindrical tube, drawing in all sorts of power. If I read everything right, it would be able to recover and restore lost troops in a matter of seconds. Say our Medic was shot. Within seconds, he would be able to step outside this machine, with all of his memories intact, without any injuries. Just the way he was before he was hurt.
But, is this really right?
Listen to me. I stab people in the back. I am the man without a face. I kill men and women with no remorse. But I do not like this idea of… man-made reincarnation. What is the cost of something so genius? How does this machine retain our minds? Our mentality? Our morals? Our caution?
Engineer agrees with me. Neither of us like this idea, but Medic informed us that a similar machine will be installed here, at the base.
Honestly, the thought of it has made me feel ill. I do not know if I can keep this revelation to myself. Scout found this data for us. Perhaps I should tell him.
The man in red frowned a bit. The respawn machine. He had been stationed at a base with one, and he swore by it. Closing the journal, he stood and went downstairs, looking for this new base’s own respawn. Not finding one right away, he pulled the Engineer aside, asking about the whereabouts of the machine. The Texan, while offering a soft sort of smile to their new teammate, took the man by the wrist, and led him down into the basement.
Before them stood a series of large glass tubes, all of them broken. Wires were torn apart, frayed. The entire machine seemed to have been torn broken beyond repair. The Spy turned to his teammate, asking what happened. The Engineer shrugged a bit.
“The day we installed them, something… weird happened.”
Weird?
“Our Sniper said he saw somethin’ strange on the field. And our former Spy said there was a large hole out by BLUs’ front door.”
What did Sniper see?
The Engineer shrugged at that. If he knew, he wasn’t telling. Spy followed him upstairs, and walked around until he found the Sniper’s nest. He cringed at the smell. He could tell the man was not like the one in the journal. Messy, unkempt. Regardless, he knocked on the door.
No one answered.
He knocked again.
And again, there was no reply.
The door slowly swung open a crack. Spy hesitated, the smell of rot wafting into the hallway. He pushed the door open all the way, letting light pour into the room.
“…MEDIC!”
July 1st
I experienced ‘rebirth’ for the first time today.
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