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Jan 17:
You made it out of the firefight and have put a lot of distance between you and the lab where you were created. No one seems to have followed you. Perhaps the admiral and the scientists that looked after you are dead. Maybe they escaped before the lab went up in flames. Where do you go next? You recall a picture of a lush planet that hung in the lab. It was Dr. Latimer's "paradise". You looked at this picture every day of your life and dreamed of a lush and beautiful world outside of the prison you lived in. Perhaps you can find a place there.
End of prologue.
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