This is the save file that has been left intact. You are to continue with your duty of synchronising this patient's memory, but you need to proceed with caution. Last time we got a fatal system crash, it literally blew up a subject's brain. We're lucky it didn't happen to this guy. Anyways. Continue, researcher.

Good day, researcher. We're giving you an important task today. We've retrieved the body of the man known as "Hosea Altrovich". Our top scientists already fixed him up for you as best they could, but there may be some discrepancies that need your attention to fix it. Your mission for today is to head to Lab 13, and begin your work putting together pieces of memory neurons, that will be placed in his Limbic system, so that he will become a killing machine, and a great leader for us. It is for the greater good, researcher. If we see any of the automated memory processing computer working against us, or leaning his opinions against us, then you are held responsible for what kind of monster you made this benevolent old man into. Remember to be as accurate as you are in picking his memory, don't be afraid to choose the automated artificial memories given to you by the CPU. Yes, I know what I said before is contradictory, but you will be held responsible if Hosea turned out to be a failed test subject. Don't fail us, researcher. There's a description of him left by the folks who made this possible, go read it before you do something drastic.

Here we go again. So, a very sexy tank came up to me, and had another idea to give me. Now, I was unfamiliar with this game he was talking about, but now since he introduced me to it, my battery is getting increasingly low! Ha! Just kidding, I'm scared to play it because it might distract me from my homework! Fuck homework! This is a fanfiction about Arknights, a tower defence Gacha game that makes you spend your life savings to gamble for your waifus and husbandos. What is wrong with people? Well, we had a long discussion in my inbox, both of us have great ideas for this shtick. This will not include the doctor, and it will hold few catgirls, because our approach is towards the lore, and focusing on how to fix the lore. Also, this also includes flying machines, that was somehow forgotten in this dimension. The premise is, if I could even interpret it, is about two brothers, and a very old infected immortal ghoul, wanting to revive the art of flying, and mass producing planes. They have to go all around the world in their landship, which will evolve later on in the story, to give out planes, gain money, and of course, rid the world of hazardous, non medicinal drugs. You'll...see soon later. Although, competition, even in a world that's basically in the shit, is still alive, oh, and they also are focused on helping to make the cure, and to stop catastrophes from occurring. I hope you enjoy this as much as we enjoyed discussing it. Oh yeah, his account. @Panzerkampfwagen_V. Yes, that is his name.