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Andy

#:: MARIA: I still dream about life back there.

#:: MARIA: The utopian life. Till those fucking things started being reeled out.

#:: STEVEN: It’s useless to think about. I know how you feel about them, and that’s your opinion. What happened had nothing to do with them, and you know it.

#:: MARIA: And just how do you know? The file systems crashed. Only two things could have happened. Either Magro destroyed the system itself, or those fucking things did.

#::MARIA: Magro was the only one with the access to that room. The only one beside every single one of those things that were created. The location and access code implemented into their brains for SOME reason.

#:: STEVEN: Look, all I’m saying is they were programmed to never access that data themselves. It was locked away from themselves, if you will. The only way it could of been accessed is if…well..

#:: MARIA: If one of them unlocked it.

#:: MARIA: Out of over 10,000 stationed in that city.

#:: MARIA: One was bound to figure it out.

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