[ And what they find with their protagonist-levels of determination is...
Well, it's a room full of junk.
There's a terminal not far from the entrance to the room, but the machinery running it has clearly been damaged by the explosion; there's nothing more than an ERROR message flashing on the screen.
But they don't need the terminal to realize what this place is, because there are handy dandy labels. The room is massive, much like a warehouse, and along the neat rows of junk are labels.
Labels like Ocular Implants and CereVice Upgrades and Transmitters. In fact, it seems as though CERES imports all of this shoddy tech from somewhere else, and then just dumps it in here until it'll be of any use.
▶ FINAL CHECKPOINT.SAV
. . . CONTINUING RAID.EXE. . .
[ And what they find with their protagonist-levels of determination is...
Well, it's a room full of junk.
There's a terminal not far from the entrance to the room, but the machinery running it has clearly been damaged by the explosion; there's nothing more than an ERROR message flashing on the screen.
But they don't need the terminal to realize what this place is, because there are handy dandy labels. The room is massive, much like a warehouse, and along the neat rows of junk are labels.
Labels like Ocular Implants and CereVice Upgrades and Transmitters. In fact, it seems as though CERES imports all of this shoddy tech from somewhere else, and then just dumps it in here until it'll be of any use.
This is what they stick into your bodies.
Congrats! ]