Blueprints

You open the Renotel distribution panel once more. After pressing the ON button, you push the Voskol Auto-Negotiator's cord into the…

Among the many sections of the cabinet you find a small stack of papers. The first page is filled with what looks like a set of printed…

You should now have everything you need to make your very own killing device.

"I'll be off soon so get whatever you need now."

You return to the wasteland.

You return to The Animal Zone.

Water sloshes quietly against the hull of the boat. The door is closed firm.

The monkey is still hiding in the shadows.

You unfold the cipher and remember the instructions extracted from the novel:

You take out the medical dummy once more.

The metal drawer slides out nearly soundlessly, revealing rows of official-looking folders.

"Back again, CASCADE? Might want to, you know, get the fuck on with it."

The fax machine hums faintly. A single sheet sits in the tray, edges curled like a beckoning finger.

"Please, if you see Karolina. Do let me know."

"Still waiting, CASCADE. Slab's getting cold."

"Shh."

You return to the residents' list.

"Hello again."

You approach your double. A faint line of drool darkens the sheet.

"Loneliest... of towns..."

"I already told you, miss. You can't come through here. Try the other entrance." He waves you off.

You return to the framed photographs.

The container is still overfull with rubbish.

You return to the collapsing pneumatic system.

He ignores you, transfixed by the woman above.

There's nothing to do here.

You return to one of the city's ancient benches. It welcomes you.

"Hello, hero."

An assortment of cargo crates sits in waiting, adorned with faint chalk marks and bright yellow labels.

You return to the desk. Everything is right where you left it, including the pack of Suprema 100s.

"You're back." She eyes you warily.

You return to the boiler.

He stares straight ahead, trying to ignore PSEUDOPOD. He looks extremely uncomfortable.

The girl is far too preoccupied fiddling with her fishing wire to pay any attention to you.

The man's eyes are closed. He is completely still.

The tree has fulfilled its task. Now time for you to fulfill yours.

You return to the staircase.

"I really think you'd dig this. You look like the type."

"Back again, Hershel."

With awkward reverence, you approach the shrine again.

He turns his head toward you in slow-motion and barely.

"You've come back."

The shrine is eerily still.

You step into the booth and press the receiver to your ear.

"Operant. Something big is happening, isn't it?"

The magic box hums its secret tune. In a dark Novessa sub-basement, your controller answers.

The sleek metal callbox stands guard.

It all happens in milliseconds. A sharp blow to your elbow, the flashlight flying out of your grasp...

"Hello again." The subeditor smiles at you with the left side of her mouth.

"Thanks again for clearing out the squatters. I won't forget that." He nods, then looks away.