[1650 GTs bonus]
The temperature dropped fairly steeply before it began to ramp up.
Any large supercomputer required a large amount of cooling to work properly, so this wasn't a surprise. What was a surprise was that Sylas had yet to run into anyone.
It was probably true that you could get away with almost anything just by acting confident enough, but he didn't think that things would actually go so smoothly.
He made it to the entrance of the supercomputer and was even more stunned.
The door, usually opened through a key lock, was open. Well, in part.
There was a wooden stump at the foot of the door and a heat wave was leaking from the inside.
'It must be because the key lock isn't reliable anymore. Convenient.'
Sylas pushed his way in.
The first thing that hit him was the noise. He could already hear it in the hallway, but in here it made one very uncomfortable. He could practically feel his eardrums rupturing.
It shouldn't be this bad. The only explanation was that they had been forced to ramp things up because of the faulty tech.
Sylas didn't actually need to stay here, he just needed the supercomputer's address. So long as he had it, he could even access it remotely.
Luckily, he knew exactly where to look.
There was an office near the back of the densely packed rows of modules. Inside, there were a few laptops. Last time he was here, the keys and access codes were pasted right onto a nearby wall.
Sylas walked toward it, but as he was about to open the door he came to a stop.
Even amongst all this noise, he could pick up something.
Someone was inside the room.
**
"How is it?" Mark asked. Bloom had been sitting there all day once again, but she still hadn't said a single word about what she may or may not have heard.
Bloom didn't seem to hear him, but after a few seconds, she slowly took off her thick earphones.
"We can try three days from now. There will be an opportunity."
She spoke somewhat absentmindedly, seemingly looking off into the distance. But she was actually staring at something else.
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[Sylas Grimblade (FFF+)]
[Level: 0]
[Profession: XXX (Legendary)]
[Favorability: 2/10]
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Sylas didn't move immediately, trying to decide what the best option was.
Since he was already in here, should he take a diplomatic approach? Or should he try for a more violent method?
His interaction with Carter told him that the world wasn't the same as the one he had known. If he wanted to get ahead, he couldn't continue to follow the same rules. There was no telling if he'd get just as lucky this time around if he ended up wasting this opportunity.
'Hm?'
Sylas heard something odd. The more he focused, the more he realized it wasn't just a normal level of noise coming from the room.
'A commotion?'
Then he heard the shriek.
'Good opportunity,' Sylas' gaze flashed.
He pulled his oxygen deprivation mask out of his pocket, ripping off the modifications just in case. Then he slipped it on, hiding half his face before bursting into the room.
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