26: Flat Trans

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I walked down the hallway, into the big room. Soon I knew, bodies would appear, hanging from the ceiling. My bare feet made no sound on the cold floor, and soon I was at the wall where I knew the gray plane of the Flat Trans would appear. There it was... I popped open a panel and was met with a tangle of wires. I fished around, pulling out a panel, digital letters glowing red from the darkness. My fingers shook as I punched in two numbers. 48.4212, 122.3340.

I swallowed. Hope, Chancellor Page whispered in my head. What are you doing?


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