Thursday 5 May 2072

Part 10

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Sunday 1 May 2072

Part 9

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Thursday 21 April 2072

Part 8

After many gruelling weeks of trekking, I found the university. The jou=õT W$ñR8®   Ñrney had been made more difficult by my decision to travel only at night but I needed to give myself as much time as possible to set up the machines without interference from the raÜäÉ«ŽY¾aÃ7øÏ0ßts. When I arrived, I made my way to the labs and had to laugh. The woman who'd told me of this place had spoken true. It still had power. I immediately laid down my load and staH HÒH (0˜êW Darted securing the lab against attack.
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It took me a few weeks to put the macE=©AmhÐNhine together. Luckily, I discovered fairly early on that this wing of the university had a well-stocked cafeteria and it hasn't been long enoÒLŽˆÃ¹sçBvugh for all the food to go off. I was able to subsist well until the machine was ready to fire up and give me that little trean [ÊÞBjsure I needed - a link to the past.

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Tuesday 12 April 2072

Part 7

SÄWãEO*m k)©°:¡¤>Io I started on my way to the place where the technology had been in development before the monster had come. It was no mean feat and many broken half-lives were extinguished between my fin ö»T› ñ z § gers before I reached what was once the vanguard of human progress and was now a ru ÂÅ•Š\ƒþŽin. But not all ruins are ruined and within I was able to find the technologies I sought.
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I salvaged what I could but even with the requisite pieces in hand, I needed a power source. Before I could even think about where a functioning and sufficient po‚îlA ½¤ÌŒrƒt@œF¦`wer source might still exist, I realised I had been inattentive. There were rats closing in on me. I nearly killed myself running from them through the tattered ruins. Even without all the shaO- é`G² )¦´þ =Šê /½ò2™Vïrds of glass and broken metal spikes sticking out of every available surface and trying to impale me in earnest, I nearly died of sheer exhaustion. The rats are so minS‰3ŪÅÃP3 ÆÔ ml4¶dless that they ignore their own injuries and weaknesses in pursuit of their master's unknown goals.

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I ran far and hard and eventually escaped my hunters but I had distanced myself from my goal. I needed to find some sort of power source if my la®£Í\S7€õô²Ætîst, desperate hope of salvation was to be feasible. I began asking anyone I met on the trail if they'd encountered such a place. Eventually, I found exactly what I was looking for. The shell of a univösÁ˜nlO3µÙšl4f ë³ersity that had its own local power supply from a student-designed HEP plant that was still running. There would be more than enough power to fuel both the machine and a computer.
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Monday 28 March 2072

Part 6

It was some months into this great enÙåiiÓ¼\}|\}\d that I met a man called Daniel. Like me, he was a student of engineering and a highly-skilled technician. I stayed with him longer than I would most because, for a short whÙåiiÓ¼\}|\}\ile, I had found someone with whom I could have a riveting conversation, even if it was one tinged with the shadow of death and despair. I've nev\t ¶õÖE,9Xý·ß~ûu×]‡ÁÎ¥er believed in fate or destiny but, looking back, there was a providence of some kind in our meeting.
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Wednesday 9 March 2072

Part 5

Everything changed then. Suddenly, there was a glimµ:\$4bÁK àmer of hope and that tiny glint was enough to make people try. We were fo|"ÈžŸŸçwêols though. Trying just made us stand up before we were killed, one by one. They were like some terrible ràN a2ˆWéë#’]kE ß)êÅ`c[oç`ÏÖot, spreading through the world and destroying the last of the healthy tis„ÍPaFsue. Mindless, soulless and relentless.
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Saturday 20 February 2072

Part 4

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