What's about to happen?

I mean, I'm recording now, so we can talk.

It's mics up.

What are you doing there?

We have so little of this still to do, Ben.

Can you just...

First, the bad news.

The world is no longer habitable to human life.

Now for the good news.

Your new life starts today.

You find yourselves in Lyme 3 tango, aka Lyme Tree Tango, because I am not being consistent about that.

A disused hab complex somewhere in

sector CYN and a dead zone from level three up. Friend computer cannot hear you. Friend computer

cannot see you. You have a brief respite and a lot of you are dying. Now you've made your

way up to the third story through past the gutters, through secret doors. You found yourselves inside strange guest bedrooms.

There was a lot of things blowing up for a short while.

Some people were briefly, we won't say who lost their minds.

And in fact, even as you stand now in a central bar in the center of what is the Scion safe house,

you can see the figures of six or seven different operatives of Cyan standing around you as you hear a pneumatic, a flush, and then a very, very wet, very, very drippy, very amniotic.

Cloned by the name of BuffCon, R. Buff 5 walks down the stairs towards you.

You're on your fifth life. You only have six, Hing, so this is your second last. Oh, hey, I'm back. Um, is he surrounded by the un-mutants who have us surrounded? They're paying, they've got their guns trained on all of you. They will stop for a second and they want to know what's going on. You've just said that you are going to help them?

Yeah, we are.

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