Warnings and alerts ripple through my Exosuit as I approach this terminal. I reach towards the interface with difficulty

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Warnings and alerts ripple through my Exosuit as I approach this terminal. I reach towards the interface with difficulty, my hand repelled by some unseen force, as though the suit itself is fighting my actions.

Facility status: Production ceased.

Quite suddenly, a device shoots out from the terminal, clamping itself to my arm, shackling me in place. I feel something slip beneath my suit, beneath my skin, sharp and probing. My face grows dry and taut; I am choked with thirst. My suit nutrient system screams of catastrophic failure. The walls of my throat gum together, parched and sticky, every dry breath agony. Something flashes across the terminal display.

Tel – kzkzzt – power drain complete. Host systems desiccated. Dispense water?

A crimson light grows behind my eyes with my every blink. The terminal appears to be offering the rehydration I am so desperate for, yet I do not know if this 'water' is safe...

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Drink

I place my hand upon the interface. A thick, freezing liquid immediately rushes into my suit, into my arm. I feel it creep through my veins. The device relinquishes its grip on my arm, its machinery folding seamlessly back into the terminal. The relief is intense, though an inexplicable sense of dread lingers in the pit of my stomach. I take a moment to breathe and steady myself. A new prompt has appeared upon the screen:

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[ REDACTED ] ARCHIVE: [ OPEN ] ... Download Hardframe blueprints?

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Close eyes

I close my eyes tightly, not trusting this device that holds me hostage. The thirst is terrible. The crimson light brightens, flooding the space beneath my lids. Just as I think I will pass out, my suit trills an alert: nutrient systems are back online. I am weightless. The crimson light cradles me. Hydration gently restores my body. The relief is intense. The device silently releases my arm, its machinery folding seamlessly back into the terminal. I take a moment to breathe and steady myself. A new prompt has appeared upon the screen: