Polymerized Dreams

"Stage in the Rain"?

That's right, a stage that offers an incomparable experience with each observation. How was it last time, Vertin?

It was unforgettable, being able to travel to an earlier era without ...

Without the "Storm." Visually, they're quite similar, but the stage's rain is orders of magnitude safer.

I think I'll pass, all the same.

Don't preclude yourself prior to experiencing it. Who knows? We might just find something to pique your interest.

We're here.

A whole new world, with an untouched, uninterrupted history.

I'm looking forward to observing the effects of our interference as they ripple outward into their world.

...

So, this is the Huygens-Fresnel Interferometer?

Correct. It allows us to observe an entirely different world using only our minds—the "Stage in the Rain."

If you'd like a more thorough introduction to the interferometer, I have an Observation Guide here for you to peruse.

Although there's no better educator than firsthand experience, it might help to do some supplemental reading before you get started.

I still haven't made up my mind, X. I could refuse, you know?

Does this belong to Laplace? This lab, this device ... I've never even heard of this project, let alone used it.

I don't claim to know every piece of equipment in this building, but how was a device of this scale developed without so much as a whisper?

But then no one ever seems to notice when a butterfly flaps its wings.

...

Your pretense for inviting me here was to help you monitor how the stage affects brain activity.

That much makes sense to me, given my research on Artificial Somnambulism.

But if I join this project, will it be for YOUR benefit, or ...

My apologies for arriving behind schedule.

Madam Lucy?!

Oh, this is an unexpected variable.

Forgive me, X. I was the one who invited Madam Lucy. After our last experiment, I shared some of the details with her.

Using Chaos Particles and the observer's consciousness to simulate a hyper-realistic space ...

I would be remiss not to participate in such an experiment given its potential to elucidate the inner workings of Awakened consciousness.

This research presents a wealth of opportunity, not just for a single person or project, but for all of Laplace and researchers everywhere.

Superlatively said, Madam Lucy.

I hope that puts some of your doubts to rest, Mesmer.

Now, let's move on to the details of our experiment. The interferometer has undergone some improvements based on the data we gathered last time.

We can utilize Chaos Particle projections to display some probable locations from the environment we'll encounter while immersed in the stage.

The iconography suggests it's somewhere in the Soviet Union? But the technology seems wildly different from our own timeline.

It would be more accurate to think of it as a potential version of it.

This is the "Stage in the Rain" we'll be exploring this time. From the preliminary readings, it appears that it is indeed the Soviet Union, in a timeline that has undergone greatly accelerated advancements in technology.

A world that champions rationality and order, and one without arcanists. Sounds interesting, don't you think, Mesmer?

Besides, Vertin and Madam Lucy will be there with you.

...

I'll admit, I am curious.

Phew, that's great. I'll do my utmost to orchestrate things from here. While there's undoubtedly a lot to learn about this machine, I believe I should be able to troubleshoot any problems you encounter.

Researcher X, may I propose that you allow me to operate the machine instead?

Hmm? But you aren't familiar with its operation, are you?

I should be able to perform adequately based on your demonstration. Should I encounter any trouble, I trust that as a researcher, you have kept a thorough operation log to consult.

I will be able to learn much more about the interferometer's functionality and the theory behind it if I am operating it directly. The knowledge I gain from it may prove beneficial to other avenues of research in Laplace.

I intend to relay any data gathered here to Researcher Adler when I see him next.

Given Madam Lucy's computing power, I'm certain she can resolve any problems we encounter, and it may give Ms. Mesmer some peace of mind.

Looks like the decision's been made for me.

An untouched, uninterrupted history.

Alright, I acquiesce to your request, Madam Lucy. Take the reins.

Interferometer activation complete.

Looks like you've got a handle on it already, boss. Oh, another thing—

This will allow us to communicate while inside of the "Stage in the Rain." A little improvement based on feedback from last time.

If we encounter any problems during the experiment, we can use it to contact you.

Very well. Please be prepared. The curtain is about to rise.

Thank you, Madam Lucy. I'll endeavor to bring you back a souvenir.

I will look forward to it. Have a safe journey.

In other words, this material would function something like a fire ant colony crossing a river, fluidly replacing worn-out and damaged sections.

Each component hard-wired to preserve its collective superstructure ... resistant even to the erosion of time itself.

That jacket you're wearing ... Is that also the machine's doing?

Yes, sometimes the interferometer automatically modifies our clothes to help us blend in with the world we've entered.

Though it looks like the machine decided that you and X already pass for normal here.

We're currently at least 40 meters from the ground.

A conservative estimate, Comrade Paukov. I should say we are at least the height of a Vostok-K rocket off the ground, and that's if we include Comrade Gagarin standing on the module.

Cracking jokes as always, comrade.

I have to say, it's an unusual circumstance when being dressed as a Laplace researcher renders someone more inconspicuous.

Those fields look endless.

It seems so peaceful.

Oh, they even appear to have farming robots.

I think there are some scientists down there as well. Could be some kind of agricultural experiment.

Pardon my interruption, comrades, but this is only a regular field.

...?

Those people down there in white next to the robots, they're simply farmers.

Well, I say "farmers," but in truth they are scientists too. Another marvel of Soviet ingenuity.

Our innovations in agricultural robotics have eliminated the more laborious and time-consuming aspects of farmwork.

Now these farmers can use their time researching new scientific advancements, which feeds back into further developments in food production.

And it's not just agriculture. Every industry has seen the benefits of Soviet innovation. That is why they say our way of life here is the best in all the world.

Thank you for the information. I don't suppose we've been introduced, have we?

My apologies. Call me Maxim. I'm a journalist.

And the three of you must be Doctors Vertin, X, and Mesmer Jr.; am I correct?

Very much so. How do you know about us?

The news of a young yet highly accomplished trio of scientists attending this year's International Polymer Summit has caught everyone's attention.

It doesn't take a genius to see you three are the only ones on this train that fit the description. Saying all that, I'd be grateful if you would allow me an interview.

Certainly. As it happens, we could really use someone who could introduce this place to us. We don't know much about where we're going or what's been happening here in the Soviet Union.

That much is clear. Where should I start? Oh, of course, let's start with Kollektiv.

All the robots you see are controlled by the Kollektiv Neural Network, which ensures their labor is never wasted.

Who would've thought that robots would become our closest companions? Honest, stable, graceful, calm. They give each and every comrade their undivided attention.

With these robots as our foundation, Soviet society began to progress at a relentless pace: maximizing production, removing oppression, increasing everyone's leisure time. A true utopia!

Everyone's so happy, too happy. It seems almost as if we've forgotten the utter misery we went through not so long ago.

You mean ...

The Plague, yes. So many of us today choose to focus on our happiness and the bright future ahead. It's as though we've already forgotten about them—

The ones who delivered us from those dark times, those who experienced true misery yet strove to lift us into this new age—they aren't here to enjoy any of this. Is that fair?

Forgive me. I'm dwelling on old wounds. You're at the age where you should be enjoying yourselves, not revisiting the tragedies of the past.

Now, a question for you young scientists: tell me, are robots as commonplace in your country as they are here?

That may be dependent on your definition of "robot," but I've worked with an animated hunk of metal before.

Is that so? Fascinating. Em, here I thought I'd been keeping up to date with the latest in foreign developments. Science develops by leaps and bounds every day, it seems.

Ah, well. I suppose it's a sign of progress.

One of the "robots" I mentioned was once in charge of running our entire organization. She was obsessive about maintaining a full charge. We ended up placing charging stations for her all around our facilities.

But I don't see anything like that here.

Does that mean you don't have access to Dr. Sechenov's polymer in your country? It was revolutionary here. People say it saved our entire way of life.

Polymer?

Simply put, it's a programmable liquid material.

It's the primary topic of the summit. I'm certain you'll come to fully understand everything about it once you arrive.

And of course, you'll get to see another of Dr. Sechenov's "prized inventions"—the Twins.

I get the feeling you don't share their enthusiasm.

Oh, I did not mean to imply anything negative.

I should learn to watch my tongue. I fear my lack of expertise may end up confusing you.

We will soon arrive at the summit. I advise you to take the opportunity to experience our country's scientific achievements for yourselves.

But to answer your question, Dr. Sechenov's team developed a kind of functional hydrogen cell—stable fusion reactors in a polymer casing. That is what allows the robots to function without constant recharging.

That sounds like the perfect gift for someone we know.

Attention, passengers. The train is now arriving at its final stop. Please collect your vehicle activation code from Rafik, and a Turbine will transport you directly to the site of the International Polymer Summit.

Rafik?

That would be the robot bartender. Don't worry. Just follow me.

Please alight the train in an orderly fashion. We hope to see you again soon aboard the Vortex.

Is that scientist drunk?

Kids? Why are these kids here? How old are you?

No one told me we could bring our families to the summit. Or did we get on the wrong train, and now we're headed to a Young Pioneer's camp?

Comrade, I think these young people are scientists like us.

Scientists? Them? Apurrhahaha ...

At least we had the good sense not to drink ourselves silly before an important conference.

Young people these days, always in a rush. You should be at home enjoying the summer, playing on the swings ...

You're being impolite. Our companions are waiting outside. Come with me!

Hold on. Why don't you have some fruit? He looks like he could use it.

Th-Thank you. I'm sorry for his behavior.

Alcohol can have medicinal benefits in proper dosages.

Don't take any of that to heart, friends. Next stop, the exhibition hall, and welcome to Facility 3826!

This way. That's Rafik, the one in charge of the activation codes.

Requisition approved. Here's your vehicle activation code. Have a safe trip.

Wait, our identities ...

Nothing to perspire over. We won't need any scanning, Rafik. I've already got a key.

Where did you get that?

It always pays to be prepared and to keep your eye sharp. This is the International Polymer Summit after all.

I assume that means you took it from someone else?

Wait, when you gave them that fruit, did you ...

Shhh. All I did was facilitate a hands-on experience in the importance of politeness.

Goodbye. Please have a safe trip.

Please secure your seat belt. We wish you a very pleasant journey!

If I'm not mistaken, our conference venue is on some kind of floating island. Fascinating.

Come on. Why don't we check out some of the local music!

This place really is like what the prediction indicated—a world that champions science, rationality, and order. Wouldn't you agree, Mesmer?

I think you might like it here after all. Think of it as a paid vacation.

I won't deny the appeal.

But since I'm here with you two, I'd call this a business trip at best.

I propose we look at it as an academic exchange, the kind with complimentary refreshments, featuring the illustrious Dr. Vertin, Dr. Mesmer Jr., and Dr. X.

I think I'm the only one that feels out of place here, "Doctors."

Ah, well, here's to a pleasant trip.

We have arrived at your destination, the Polymer Exhibition Hall. Please be careful when exiting the vehicle.

Wow, it's so crowded! Why is everyone gathered around the entrance?

Everyone, please wait patiently and enter the venue in an orderly fashion. Dr. Sechenov is about to arrive!

He's here! He's here!

Welcome, comrade.

It's him! That's Dr. Sechenov!

...!

Hm?

Please be careful.

Thank you.

It is good that you were unharmed, comrade.

Please don't push, everyone! We must all be patient! I ask that you be mindful of the safety of your comrades in the front row!

That must be Sechenov, and I suppose those women were the Twins?

A logical hypothesis. Oh, Vertin, we do have a slight problem.

The communicator must've slipped out of my pocket during the commotion. By the time I found it again, well, it seems to have failed a few rapid percussive tests.

Which means we've lost our only way to contact Madam Lucy.

Unfortunate, but we'll fix it later. We should follow the crowd into the exhibition hall for now.

"The Invention of Polymer and Its Uses" ... "The Properties of Polymer" ... "The Establishment of Kollektiv" ...

Hmm. Where should we start?

Let's start with the closest one.

Hello, dear comrades! Welcome to the Polymer Exhibition Hall! I will be your guide. You may call me Tereshkova!

Please allow me to introduce you to the remarkable history of polymer.

In 1936, in seeking a form of liquid data carrier, the brilliant Soviet scientist, Dr. Sechenov, influenced by the qualities of heavy water and silicon, created a substance that became what we now know as "polymer."

Utilizing polymer's unique electrochemical properties, Comrades Sechenov and Filimonenko invented the first Soviet polymer hydrogen cell in 1939, paving the way for tremendous advancements in the field of robotics!

That's what Maxim was telling us about, wasn't it? I'm sure Madam Lucy would love to get her hands on one.

However, in 1942, a terrible disaster struck the Soviet Union and the entire European continent—the Plague! By the end of this unprecedented outbreak, over 150 million had perished.

150 million? That would make it one of the deadliest outbreaks in human history.

Countless scientists and medical professionals selflessly gave their lives to combatting this Plague, sacrificing themselves to prevent further death ...

I wonder if that's the tragedy that Maxim mentioned.

We will always remember their sacrifice! Just as we honor Dr. Sechenov for once again coming to our rescue!

It was his polymer that formed the basis of Redemption, the vaccine that proved instrumental in stopping the transmission of the disease, saving the Soviet Union from ravages of the Plague!

Of course, with so many having succumbed to the disease, the Soviet Union turned to further developments in robotics to meet labor demands.

Before long, new advanced models of robots made up a significant portion of our labor force, helping to deliver a new age of prosperity.

Is that what you've been aiming at with all of your Critter experiments, X?

In order to fully optimize our robots' production power, Dr. Sechenov led a team of scientists to develop and launch Kollektiv 1.0!

This revolutionary system unified all of our robot assistants under a single vast neural network, ensuring maximum efficiency!

Then in 1950, Dr. Sechenov astounded the world with yet another development: A means of incorporating polymer into the human body, a process called Polymer Assimilative Adaptation.

It is with this assimilative power that we can now implant interface devices directly into the human body, allowing people to connect to Kollektiv 1.0 and control robots using their minds.

This technology holds the potential to establish a shared database of human minds, granting humanity unprecedented access to knowledge.

And we are proud to announce that this potential will soon be realized with the coming launch of Kollektiv 2.0!

Tapping into an entire neural network in an instant? It's a daring vision.

I would be cautious. There's no telling what that kind of process could do to the human brain.

Access granted.

Welcome, comrades. This is the assembly room Dr. Sechenov recommended.

Are you interested in learning more about the production process, comrade?

What you see here is the production line for the VOV-A6 Lab Tech, often dubbed "Vova."

Commonly used in laboratories, our VOV-A6s assist scientists with conducting tests and critical experiments.

The Vova model's humanoid limbs feature over one hundred sensors. Outside of lab work, they are also capable of providing other services, such as playing musical instruments, cooking meals, providing massages, and more.

Some people even treat their Vova as a personal companion. In fact, our artificial intelligence models mean they are entirely capable of serving as your very own robotic friends!

Hold on. What's that sound? And we're here to find a repair vendor. Where is it?

Oh! Some kind of performance art, perhaps?

Why was she moved over here? Comrades, this is your repair vendor!

Access granted.

Oh?

This machine is a multifunctional repair device suitable for indoor use by our staff.

Other than basic repair functions, she is also able to repurpose raw materials into whatever tools you may require.

Amazing! Well, let's give it a whirl!

Unidentified object detected. Initializing analysis.

This is an abnormal reaction! How strange! My database has no record of any comparable circumstance.

Mmm. You know, I really shouldn't be accepting unknown inputs from strangers.

But then, a stranger is just a friend you haven't tasted yet!

X! Watch out!

Detecting abnormal, combative behavior from NORA. Requesting control.

Rebooting NORA systems ... Reboot complete.

*coughing* Pah!

What was that? That was the worst thing I've ever tasted!

Metallic and yet almost woolly and wrong! Just plain wrong!

Come on. Give me something to really savor ... *coughing*

...

I don't suppose there's a way to make her sound a little less. Well, just a little less that.

The repair vendor's speech algorithms are not within our direct control.

Perhaps we can manage on our own. I've seen an arcane skill that can modify a person's speech based on the caster's wishes.

But I'm not familiar with how to cast it. Try contacting Madam Lucy. She may know the incantation.

Good idea. It'll also give us the chance to check the repair vendor's handiwork.

Researcher X, hello.

Ah, fantastic!

So, at the very least, she did repair it.

I see. I will process your request.

There is indeed an arcane skill in my database that may be of assistance. It is known as "Manner Mender."

I have sent the specifics of the incantation to your communicator.

Thank you very much, Madam Lucy.

You are most welcome.

Manner Mender!

Ugh!

Fiddlesticks. What did you do to me?!

My mind ... "It's time for class, kids!" Ugh! What's happening?!

Think of it as installing a language patch.

How rude! You're not welcome here anymore. This repair vendor is closed!

We will need to investigate the cause of your abnormal behavior, NORA. Please cooperate.

Prepare to initiate forceful investigation procedures.

Wait—

How about I try something with NORA? I can directly connect to her using this THOUGHT Device. It's the perfect chance to try out the features of Kollektiv 2.0.

"Dr. X," things are already complicated enough as is. Let's leave this to the professionals.

Don't overly activate your disquietude. You still remember the topic of my research here, don't you? I can't pass up this opportunity.

If that is what you request.

Wow, looking through NORA's primary functions, there's been some "scintillating" things uploaded to her database.

Hmm. Let's set the complicated data aside for now, and try using a mental command.

Everything looks normal so far. Seems like the restart successfully cleared the errors in her code.

No, hold on. There's an abnormal entry in the access log.

Hey! What are you doing, you cad?! This is no way to treat a lady.

Ah!

NORA forcefully ejected me. Felt like getting slapped across the face.

I told you already. This repair vendor is closed!

She has some very colorful responses. Is that her default setting? Can she really refuse an inspection like that?

All robots in this facility are linked to the Kollektiv Neural Network and are not permitted to disobey human commands.

Considering her prior combative behavior, she is evidently malfunctioning as well.

What? Have you got a problem with a woman who speaks her mind?

I just think that from a pure safety standpoint and considering our current situation, this feels like a mistake.

Doesn't a lady have a right to her own feelings? Ugh! What about you two? You must have some thoughts on this?

...

We do not have an answer for you at this time.

How disappointing! I bet you've never even bothered to feel an emotion!

Comrade Sechenov did install emotional expression modules into our platforms.

*sigh* What a waste to put them in you frigid ice queens.

Regardless, please report the details of this abnormal request in your access log, NORA.

Ah, I have no idea who made that request! All I know is that ever since that entry appeared in my log, I've had no patience for anyone toying with my emotions!

Now, stop pestering me with questions. I've already told you everything I know!

Situation documentation successful.

Comrade Doctors, we deeply apologize for your exposure to this incident.

Dr. Sechenov has expressed his concerns about your safety. Please follow us. We will escort you to him.

What's next on the schedule? Will we get to interact with even more robots?

Comrade Sechenov will arrange an itinerary for you.

What's happening?

Warning: control over the exhibition hall has been lost. The All-Soviet Exhibition Center has activated its emergency drill procedures.

Has the security here been hacked?

All robots within the exhibition hall have had their connections severed. The cause is unknown.

Understood, Doctor. We will proceed to the exhibition hall, continue broadcasting our coordinates, and await the arrival of reinforcements.

Please wait here, comrades. A Turbine will arrive in 1 minute and 43 seconds to transport you to Chelomey. We must return to the exhibition hall.

Please remain inside the assembly room.

What do you think, Vertin?

If something is happening in the exhibition hall, I don't think we can afford to wait around here until trouble inevitably finds us.

We should head out and assess the situation.

I concur entirely. What do you think, Mesmer?

...

*sigh* Why would I expect either of you to follow orders? I've done your psych evals.

Where have all those mustachioed lab robots gone? I thought they were supposed to help the researchers?

Who knows. Maybe the Twins already calmed the situation down.

Just what is this "situation," exactly?

Please help me ...

Wait, I hear someone.

Please help me ...

...!

This is awful. We have to find out what's going on.

Just be careful.

I'll try my best. I think I can make it to him if I stay close to the wall.

Please help me ...

Shh, you'll be alright. Stay calm. You'll lose blood if you struggle too much.

Let me check your wounds.

—!!

What's wrong?

Impossible. This violates every law of nature. He's already ...

Watch out ... robots.

...!

Mesmer, get back here! Quickly!

What?

Please stand back.

Thank you, Left.

You were advised to wait in the safety of the assembly room.

We aren't really the sort of people to wait around in an emergency, but apologies can wait. There's more pressing issues to deal with.

X, are you coming with me? We need to get to Mesmer Jr. and figure out what happened with that man she found.

Mesmer, are you alright?

I'm fine, but this ... this is tremendously unnerving.

Help me, young lady.

What's going on?

I'm still alive.

No, no, that's not possible. I'm sorry, but you're clearly dead. It's just that your device is still transmitting your voice.

Then, that wasn't just some awful hallucination. That's really my body, and I'm a goner!

But how are you still able to communicate with us?

You're surprised? I suppose I would be too, but the science is clear to me, at least now. It's fitting that my corpse can serve as a new teaching exhibit for the hall.

If I am truly dead, then what is speaking to you is only the polymer still active in my body. The THOUGHT Device must be serving as a communicator of sorts.

The polymer must have absorbed some of my neurochemical signals and brain function, forming an imprint of my mind. That's how I ... it can answer you.

Can you tell us what happened here?

People started to act strangely, like they were losing their minds, and then the robots turned on us. They were killing people. My colleagues and I ran for safety. I remember some of them got away.

You're saying there are survivors?

Many! I regret ... so close to ... launching Kollektiv 2.0 ... now I'll never ...

...

We didn't even ask for his name.

He was dead before you even got there. It wasn't really him, just an echo of his brainwaves.

I don't understand. Even tied up, this scientist still seems to be trying to ram his head into the wall.

Do we have any idea what's going on? Why did you come back?

The situation in the exhibition hall remains out of control. However, I received a notification that the security door had been opened. I had to ascertain whether you were in danger.

I was the one that pushed for us to leave. I thought perhaps we could help in some way. But I didn't anticipate any of this. Thank you, Left.

On that topic of whatever's going on here, could it have something to do with the Kollektiv?

Right is proceeding to the source of the incident. My mission now is to ensure the safety of all of our guests.

Your theory is interesting, comrade. But further investigation will have to wait for now.

Please follow me, comrades. I will escort you somewhere safe.

What's that on the ground?

A defensive perimeter of pulse mines. These will temporarily stun robots but are harmless to humans.

You shouldn't be here.

We found a survivor.

Understood.

Attempting to reassert admin privileges over exhibition hall controls ... Attempt 16: Failure.

Please do not panic, comrades. Help will arrive shortly.

A special operations agent will take responsibility over evacuating you safely.

The malfunctioning robots may resume their assault at any time. Please stay behind the defensive perimeter.

Hmm?

Is that another haywire robot?

No hostiles detected.

The sound's getting closer. Get ready to fight.

Crispy critters! I should just blow this entire door to bits.

*coughing* I heard ... Don't tell me some kind of Critter caused this.

Outta my way!

What good is a lock like that, Char-les? Was it just to keep idiots out?

Who is this?

He doesn't appear to be a robot anyways, and I don't think he's gone mad like that scientist.

Are you certain of that? It looks like he's arguing with his glove.

Don't be so testy, Major! As long as I'm here, those locks won't be any trouble for you.

They wouldn't be able to stop me even without ya.

Mmm. I don't deny that. But I could have contacted the Twins and asked them to open the door instead.

Why didn't ya tell me that before I blew it up?!

I didn't want to interrupt your fun.

What happened? And what the hell are these kids doing here?

Code name P-3.

And his trusty companion, Char-les.

We were informed about an incident at the Polymer Exhibition Hall. Our orders are to bring a swift end to this situation and limit any scandal that might hamper the launch of Kollektiv 2.0.

In other words, Dr. Sechenov sent us to assist you. Now, we just need to find out who did this.

Understood.

Dr. Sechenov has confirmed that this was a targeted attack on the Kollektiv 2.0 launch.

Ha, that's obvious! Anybody able to hack into the exhibition's controls has gotta have some serious backing. Lotsa people resent the boss—think he's in the way of their own ambitions.

Like Molotov, or any of the various enemies of the Soviet Union.

Molotov ... That's the man who shook hands with Dr. Sechenov in the lecture hall.

Hold on. You mean he actually showed up? Where's he now?

Comrade Molotov left in a car shortly after Dr. Sechenov's speech concluded.

Hmph, he sure made a quick exit.

Alright, thanks for the report, ladies. You can stand down. I'll take care of things from here.

We have not received orders to conclude our mission. These survivors still require protection.

I've got that covered too. Char-les, gimme the data on our survivors. Start with those kids.

Ah, this may cause a predicament.

...

Gentlemen, we're scientists from abroad who were invited to participate in the summit. Your database might not have information on us.

I think it'd be better to introduce ourselves directly. My name is Vertin. This is Mesmer Jr., and that's X.

She's right, Major. I have no data on them. Though I can tell that those two haven't been polymerized.

Not polymerized?! Crispy critters! Hardly see that these days!

Perhaps it's better to focus our efforts on searching for and rescuing other survivors.

Hmm, I also notice that their names don't appear in any available immigration records and that they were only added to the guest list for the summit earlier today.

You mean they snuck in?

It would appear so.

Major ...

Hmm, so we've got potential spies at the site of a complete disaster?

Teenage spies, hmph. What'll they stoop to next?

It's not like that, Major. Please allow me to explain.

Where should I send 'em, Char-les?

That's complicated. Perhaps the Juvenile Justice Committee, or a counterintelligence agency.

Any ideas, X?

The signal here isn't great. Maybe your glove should check again?

That isn't funny.

We should run.

Concurred.

Garr, can't get any info if they're dead. Hey, Twins! Help me catch 'em—alive! We'll each take one. Got it?

Understood.

Take this!

...?

Hmph, made you look!

Errrr. Was that magic?

*panting*

*panting* We should be safe out here.

Was that an earthquake?

No. There's something big coming from the exhibition hall.

What is that?!

*sigh* Looks like things are about to get even more dangerous.

But hey, good news: there's a building over there.

Let's take shelter there.

Quick, get down!

...

...

I think it's gone for now.

*sigh* Isn't sending such a super-sized robot after us a little extreme?

Hah. Neat interior, smells lived-in, traces of mold removal on the walls ...

But where are the residents?

This place feels strange. It's almost like ...

No sign of any robotic technology in here, and all the food is untouched. It's like this house has been isolated from the outside world for years. And yet ...

A plow, three oil pastels ... and an assortment of strange alarm clocks, a few syringes, and a bottle of men's cologne?

These things don't look like they belong to a family, but rather a dozen people or so, with their lives all mixed together.

There's some personal effects in here: letters, family photos, and ...

"I've started recording. C'mon, Mama!"

What's that sound?

It's coming from this pocket watch device. That journalist we met, Maxim, he had something like this too.

"Don't worry. I'm recovering well here. All of us comrades in the ward do what we can to help each other, so we can overcome any difficulties."

"Don't forget about me, Mama! I really miss you, Papa. It's already been a month."

"I remember, little squirrel. The next time you visit, remember to bring that doll with you, the one with the pretty floral dress, on the balcony."

Were they the owners of this apartment? Where did they go?

Not a clue.

There's all sorts of things on the balcony, but the doll isn't here.

Don't move! Put your hands up first, then turn around slowly.

Please don't shoot, ma'am. We're just ...

Call me Tamara.

Foreign kids, a rare sight. The last time I saw misbehaving kids was before the Plague. It's a shame so many lives were cut short.

What'd you do to anger a Belyash like that? Steal its H-beams?

Oh, I see. You're those unknown variables Zina was talking about.

Alright, tell me what happened. Don't they tell you to obey your elders where you're from?

Allow me to explain, Madam Tamara.

And that's what happened, ma'am. I swear everything we've said is the truth.

I see.

Just another group of foolish kids caught up in a conflict they shouldn't have been a part of—if I take you at your word, that is.

...

But branding three kids terrorists and sending out a Belyash to stop them? The people in this country have gone mad!

You have my sympathy, anyway. But I have more important things to do than babysit.

Considering your situation, how about you hide here a little longer? When I'm done with my work, I can send someone to help you out with the orb-head outside.

But all this is a memorial for the good folks we'd lost to the Plague, so don't touch anything.

Or you can always leave. God knows I won't stop you.

We ...

We'll accept your offer, ma'am.

Not like we can confront the Belyash with just the three of us. Might as well stay put for now, right?

It does make sense.

We'll stay and help you, Madam Tamara.

Then you're smarter than I took you for. Relax, I won't hurt you. Come, look.

*sigh* I think of this place as a memorial. Although it doesn't commemorate any heroes, just everyday people, like the one who owned all these clocks.

They belonged to Olga Sokolova, a 23-year-old nurse. A very jumpy, anxious girl, but honest. Taking care of her possessions takes a lot of effort.

"Patient No. 28 needs their medication!"

Why did she need so many clocks?

Ah, Olga was terrified of forgetting all sorts of things. She'd set her alarms to remind her to administer medication, shots ... You get the idea, but it wasn't enough.

In the end, she went to the hospital too, leaving me with this mess.

This one looks the oldest.

You're right. That was the first. It'll ring in just a moment. It's why I came here today.

"Happy 20th birthday, Sasha."

You can turn it off now. Her daughter isn't around to hear it. The Plague took her, just like so many others. 20 years old ... How time flies.

*sigh* Kids, come give me a hand.

An entire wall of tools. Looks like whoever lived here liked making things by hand.

That's an understatement. There's a basket under the workbench full of all kinds of toys and electronic parts. Andrey and Vanya loved tinkering with those kinds of things.

Alright, kids, the sooner we finish cleaning, the sooner we can deal with that hunk of metal outside.

Maybe I'll bring a few robots over to show my old friends how much our country has developed.

Is this why you've been keeping things just the way they were?

This isn't really their home. I just moved their things here. Like taking a snapshot of their former lives. A cenotaph for the dead.

I'm old. And the older I get, the more I recall my past memories. Everyone moved on so quickly. I couldn't bear to throw anything away, so I put it all here.

Zina called it stupid, heh heh. But she didn't stop me, either.

At the height of the Plague, none of us would say it, but we all wondered the same thing: Is humanity doomed?

But even so, no one gave up. Everyone kept on stubbornly surviving, as if we could outlast the whole disaster, outlast the sun itself, whatever it took to see our lives return to normal.

We would say, "Who better to withstand the harsh winter than us?" We would help each other, encourage each other through the hard moments. We let the flames of our most fervent hopes warm our hands.

We kept telling ourselves, "Don't cry. If we sow our seeds today, we'll reap a bountiful harvest in the future."

But some never saw the spring.

My condolences.

*sigh* To be honest, after so many years have passed, even the grief has faded.

But once in a while, I find myself thinking that the happiness we have today is something they'll never see.

If Andrey and little Vanya were still alive, they would've been overjoyed to see a world covered in metal machines.

And Vanya's mother, Rozaliya ... She would've been happy too.

Hmm. Strange.

What is it?

We saw this person at the summit.

You mean little Vanya? Are you sure?

That journalist we met—he called himself Maxim—he had the same scar on his forehead.

I ... I thought he ...

After things settled, I tried to check in on Rozaliya and her family. They were already gone.

So, Vanya is alive? And he became a journalist! I'm happy he made something of himself.

I found something else strange. These documents seemed out of place here.

Having made a cursory glance, they seem to concern the robots we've encountered so far, including that big one that chased us here.

See? Take a look at these schematics. Tell me this isn't that "Belyash" thing.

But why would anyone keep these files here? These look like highly sensitive schematics.

A seemingly abandoned location close to the summit venue, it makes sense. Wouldn't you say, Tamara?

Wait. I recognize this handwriting. No one writes a "я" like this except little Vanya.

We should discuss this with a friend of mine. She'll be able to help us understand what is going on here.

A friend?

I contacted her as soon as I heard you come in. But don't worry. I'm certain she'll be able to answer all your problems.

What is that?

It looks like a flying house.

Tamara! Clear the way!

*cough* Wh-What?

Hahaha, so the quantum computer was right. Look what I've found—pint-sized scientists from a faraway land!

I'm glad you didn't kick them out, old friend. Well, why would you? They do look like good kids!

The name's Zina. But call me Granny Zina. That's all you need to know for now.

These files outline a way to circumvent the Kollektiv's firewalls. It's a sophisticated exploit, hah. He's no amateur.

With this, Maxim would be able to take control of the Belyashes and activate their combat protocols. If what I'm reading here means what I think, then Comrade Sechenov is in six layers of deep s**t.

He's in trouble? Why?

Because our little Vanya is likely the one who lifted the combat restrictions on all the robots, which means this chaos wasn't just a bug in the system—it was targeted.

Then you mean that he could be the one that sent that giant robot after us?

I figured it would have been that P-3 guy or the Twins.

Taking in the preponderance of evidence, it's a good bet that Maxim is the one that orchestrated the robot's attack on the exhibition.

It isn't just the robots. He's also got his hands on the schematics for Sechenov's THOUGHT Device.

Does that mean he might have tampered with them as well?

It'd explain why the scientists up there are all going nuts.

Do you think he intends to seize control of the entire Kollektiv 2.0 network?

...

Hah. I knew this little project of Sechenov's would wind up with everyone insane or brain dead. Politician, scientist, journalist ... No one is meant to have that kind of power.

But it seems our Vanya already had a screw loose before he put on that thing. He could be plotting something far more dangerous.

He was such a sweet boy. Why would he want to destroy this place?

Whatever his reason, we can't let him get away with it.

Our goal is clear: we must put a stop to him!

That's easier said than done. We don't have an army; we don't even have weapons. How are we going to get to Maxim with a single shotgun between us?

But I get the feeling you can help us with that. Am I right?

Hmph. You're smart, kid. But what I've got probably still won't do much against an army of robots.

Don't sweat it, Granny. That's where I come in.

What are you planning?

To do what I do best: improvise.

Dear me! Where did you find all these things?

I collected them from the other rooms. Don't worry. We'll return whatever we don't need.

You little gremlin! You'll return the rest and help me clean up after this is over.

Are you telling me you plan to upgrade my guns with this load of crap? Eh, I'll buy it. Now show me how!

This should work. Give this one a try, won't you?

Thank you.

I've fashioned an electromagnetic accelerator to the muzzle, as you requested. You take care of the rest, X. Wait. What's that you added to your gun?

A music box. It happened to have a component I needed. And as a by-product, we'll get to enjoy music while we fight!

Why did you pick that song of all things, boy?

I didn't. It was already programmed into it. Why do you ask?

... It's nothing really. The melody reminds me of my daughter.

Is everyone geared up?

Armed to the teeth and ready to take out some robotic trash!

Just please, keep the fight away from this place.

Hold on. Maybe we should decide on a plan first.

A plan?

You wanted a plan, didn't you?

Hah! How do you like that?

You're as wild as ever, old friend.

We're safe for now. It should take a while before Maxim sends another of his murder bots after you.

So, what's next?

We find Maxim and stop him before more people get hurt.

And ideally, we'll clear our names as well.

First, I think I'd like to let Maxim learn how it feels to be on the receiving end of one of these metal monstrosities.

Huh?

Haha, clever. I wouldn't mind having a big, angry, metal puppy on our side.

I appreciate Maxim leaving behind those documents. It's made it much easier to replicate his hacking exploits.

Like that, fantastic. Now let's turn on this speaker so you can communicate with us.

Communicate with us? Like NORA and the Twins?

Heheheh. Fat chance of that. A Belyash doesn't have that kind of processing power.

Processing power ...

But that can't be the sole factor, can it? The Twins appear to have more processing power than NORA, and they even claim to have an emotional expression module.

But they don't seem to have much of any emotions at all.

Theoretically, they could just be very professional.

Never mind. Perhaps I'm just projecting my own biases; who's to say what motivates a robot's "heart"?

Hah, good boy. Come on over here, pup!

...

Well done, young man. This puppy of yours should be more than sufficient evidence of Maxim's involvement, if you can get it to the exhibition hall.

Are you coming with us, Granny Zina?

Me? No, I think not. You kids are on your own from here.

After a fight like that, I almost feel young again. Almost, but I'm not stupid enough to run towards trouble at my age.

Better get back to looking for that daughter of yours, right?

Mind your own business, you old blabbermouth!

Goodbye, children.

Thank you for your help, Tamara, Granny Zina. Goodbye.

Let's go, pup.

...

That's another one of them that's gone barking mad! What the hell is going on?

A little help here? Hold his legs down!

Affirmative.

Let me, let me go! Ah!

How many does that make so far?

Based solely on our observations, this is the seventh individual to experience a serious psychiatric break.

Crispy critters! Left, are there any sedatives we can use on 'em? Think the repair vendor could synthesize some?

The repair vendor has experienced ... a serious emotional malfunction, Comrade Major.

Dammit! You mean that crazy fridge can't even repair herself?

Phew! At least we tied him down. Thanks, ladies.

Wouldn't have expected these brainiacs to be so tough. It'd be easier if they are robots. All they need is a bullet to the head.

Comrade Major, please be mindful of your choice of words. There are international experts present. We should not need to remind you of your mission.

Avoiding a scandal by killing every possible witness could be an interpretation of our mission parameters.

Can it, Glove. You know that's not what I meant.

Situation's looking bleak, though: we've already got seven of these lunatics, and there's no telling if or when the rest of this crowd are gonna join them.

Plus, we still have to find those spy kids and figure out why that Belyash went rogue.

Oh yeah. That reminds me: how'd your investigation pan out, Right?

I have cross-referenced our visitor logs with the official invitee list. Besides the supposed young doctors, there was another mismatched record—a journalist.

What's that sound?

Warning: large heat signature detected.

The hell?

Identifying machine code—MA-9 Belyash.

That the one that switched itself on?

"Whoa, please don't hurt me."

"Please listen—"

Huh?

You're saying this "Maxim" guy is behind the attack?

That's right. The files we found and the access logs from the Belyash should prove it.

What do you think about that, Glove?

Allow me a moment, Major.

Analysis complete. There are two unauthorized access logs in the MA-9's database.

The access exploit used is materially similar to the one we found in NORA's log.

But there is a newer entry, and it appears that the second hacker has left a program behind that I am unable to parse.

That would be me, haha. It's a patented and highly classified coding language. I'd advise against removing it for now; otherwise, Maxim might regain control.

Lookie here. This seems to be a record of how our guy broke into the network. Any clue if it's the same one they used to crack the database?

Affirmative.

It is reasonable to conclude that Maxim is responsible for the malfunctions affecting NORA, the VOV-A6, and this MA-9 Belyash.

And therefore, that he is also responsible for the wider attack on the exhibition hall.

If our foreign friends are correct, that may only be part of his plans. According to these files, he may also have tampered with the THOUGHT Devices.

So, what's he aiming at?

His already-demonstrated sophistication with robotics suggests he could have easily adapted the THOUGHT Device. To start with, he is likely using his own device to control the facility's robots remotely, but ...

It's only logical to conclude his aim was to bring about an international uproar to disrupt the launch of Kollektiv 2.0.

If that's the case, could he also have something to do with what's happening to the scientists?

A reasonable hypothesis, to be certain.

Crispy critters, we've jabbered enough. Let's just find this asshole and beat the truth out of him! Do we know his location, ladies?

There have not been any registered Turbine departures since the beginning of the attack. We can infer that the suspect is still somewhere within the confines of this platform.

If he's still here, then he must have intended to observe things from a secure location.

Is there a room in this facility where you might be able to monitor the entire exhibition center—somewhere secure?

Excluding offline locations. Analyzing security and monitoring feasibility. Conclusion: the Power Control Room.

Do we have some way to check if he's there?

Affirmative, provided the communication system linking these locations is not damaged.

Are you there, Comrade Maxim?

We must conclude that your attack on this facility and the staff here has some specific purpose or goal. Are you willing to open negotiations?

No response. Maybe he's not home?

Comrade, you should be warned that—

Maxim, we've been to your hideout. We know you were there recently.

We saw things from your childhood there: your belongings, the toys you played with, even your family photos.

A woman there, Tamara, told us your real name is Vanya.

I recognize your voice, Dr. Vertin, I presume.

You're wasting your time, and you don't have a lot of that left.

You're about to get what you deserve—every single one of you drooling lackeys of that hack Sechenov. I'm not going anywhere, so if you're planning to kill me, do it. But it won't stop a damned thing.

This guy's got a death wish. What's he planning?

Whatever it is, he's made it clear where to find him—the power control room.

Hey! Alexei! Stay with me, pal! Somebody, please! He needs help!

...

I'm here! What's happening?

I don't know. He's starting to seize up like the others.

Tie me up. Don't let me ...

Ah, yeah, got it.

Crispy critters! Can't wait to get my hands on that son of a b***h.

Hold things down here for me, will ya, ladies? I'm about to carve a warpath straight to him.

Comrade Major, before he severed the connection, Maxim warned that killing him would not be sufficient to stop his plans. Perhaps further investigation is needed.

And what's your big idea? Wait around until all these eggheads crack?

It remains a matter of critical importance that we determine the nature of their neurological distress.

Ugh!

Hold on. I think I have a theory.

Go on.

Alexei put on his device a little before I did. So, maybe these things are a kind of ticking time bomb? The longer you wear one, the more likely any little bump will set you off?

That could explain why it isn't happening all at once!

But that means we're all in danger of going off without warning.

That includes me.

There's no reason to think I'm immune. I polymerized myself and installed the device around the same time as they did.

*sigh*

This wasn't the data we were hoping to collect.

I know you wanted a deeper understanding of this world, but why did you take such a massive risk? Think about the ramifications. You could lose your mind, or worse, your life.

This is an absolute disaster. I should never have let things get this far.

There's always a method to these things, Mesmer. We aren't finished yet.

Progress requires risk. We've always believed that.

As researchers, we discover truth through experimentation. Now, we have one critical piece of the puzzle and the minds to crack it.

Are you suggesting we try to dissect a THOUGHT Device to pinpoint how it causes these psychotic breaks?

Precisely.

You're right. There's no use complaining now. We have an opportunity to make the most of the time we have left.

You're kidding me? We're going to rely on a couple of teenagers to fix this? Nah. F**k that! Back to Plan A. I'm gonna go beat the answers out of Maxim.

Wait, Major, the people here need you.

Besides, he already made his intentions clear; he'll die before telling us anything. We have to solve this problem ourselves.

What's more, it seems your companion is the only one here with any working knowledge of the THOUGHT Device. We'll need his help.

Someone still needs to get him before he causes more trouble.

Then allow me to go. As a neutral party, I might have a better chance to negotiate with him.

Are you insane?

This is a life-or-death operation, kid, not a field trip. I'm not about to let you walk out there and get torn apart by those robots.

We will not let that happen, Comrade Major.

I know it may be hard to believe, but we're trained researchers. I was practically raised in the lab.

We may have come here under false pretenses, but we're proven and capable scientists. We can handle this.

I guess that means the summit's back on.

...

The power control room is up this staircase. We must travel another 80 meters forward, turn left, and then reach the room at the end of the corridor.

Our present speed may not be sufficient given the threat Maxim poses to the facility. Comrade, would you allow me to carry you?

*panting* If that's what's needed.

Structural failure imminent. Please, brace for impact.

The sudden lockdown of that doorway is unlikely to have been accidental. Maxim may be aware of our approach.

*cough*

Comrade Doctor, are you hurt?

*cough* I'm fine. It's only the dust.

Apologies, comrade. I will attempt to warn you should I perform a slide of that nature in the future.

It's quite alright. Let's just keep moving.

Warning: large heat signature approaching from above.

Scanning ... Heavy firepower detected. Another Belyash variant adapted by Maxim.

Defensive matrixes engaged.

We have two unused THOUGHT Devices to examine before we poke around in anyone's head.

Let me see them.

Hmm. This device appears to be around three grams heavier than its technical specifications.

Go on then. Let's poke around inside.

As you say, Major.

That is unusual.

This residue shouldn't be here.

Hmm, I do believe we've discovered our smoking gun.

So, what is it?

See that? Something broke apart when we opened it up, spilling out this gunk.

Allow me to conduct a quick analysis. Hmm. It's a synthetic compound, a dissolving capsule made of polymer-soluble material with a biogel inside.

Oh, I understand now.

Understand what? Enough with the suspense!

Simply put, I believe Maxim inserted a capsule of polymer-soluble material into these THOUGHT Devices.

Once it makes contact with the user's own polymer, the capsule begins to degrade, breaking with time or pressure until it releases its contents directly into their bloodstream.

Make it simple for me, Chuck.

It's a poisonous time bomb.

So, when it goes off, it shoots a crazy pill straight into their brains?

We'll need to do further tests to determine its full effects, but it's possible that the toxin may ultimately be fatal.

We don't have time for empty speculation, gentlemen. May I take a look?

We done yet? I'm getting a cramp standing like this.

Almost. Hold me higher. I can't see the screen.

Yeah, yeah. What'd I do to deserve this? I should be out there smashing heads.

You are a vital asset to this operation, Major. I couldn't have done this without you.

Aww gee. You're gonna make me tear up, Char-les.

I think I've isolated the substance. Do you recognize this molecular structure, X?

No. It could be that this molecular structure is unique to the science of this world. Maybe we can preserve a sample for study back at Laplace.

You do understand your life may depend on this, don't you?

Is there a chemist here? We're having trouble identifying this substance.

I can help! I have a doctorate in medicinal biochemistry.

You did seem to be an expert in intoxicants. Have you sobered up yet?

Call me a drunk if you like, but I'm a drunk that got invited to this international summit. Now show me the damned report.

Hmm, I thought you said you were scientists? This one is almost trivial. Even a high schooler could identify it.

Oh, but this is a tricky one! Hmm. Its structure looks similar to adamantane.

It's a novel kind of synthetic neurotoxin. Quite brilliant, in fact. Maxim could have gotten a patent certificate from the Discovery and Invention Committee.

Focus, please. You're all in serious danger.

I can make a list of compounds that may help neutralize the toxin, but there's no way to guarantee anything.

In an ideal clinical environment, we would run trials to determine effective antidotes. Are there any lab animals here?

*sigh* If only we'd invited Medicine Pocket along.

I doubt we'll be able to find any living animals here. We'll have to test the reactivity on blood samples. Maybe we can collect it from the scientists that have died?

I would advise against that. There are too many variables in testing blood from deceased subjects. We need living cellular tissue.

Hold on a minute. Isn't there an obvious fix for all of this?

Major, I assure you if there were, we would have thought of it before now.

Hear me out. Why don't we just rip these things off of everyone's head before they can release the poison?

Absolutely not.

Maxim accounted for that particular possibility, unfortunately. The capsule is purposefully fragile. Once it's been connected, any kind of tampering with the device is likely to break it early.

It's an ingenious trap.

You see, Major. It's too risky. We could end up hastening their descent into madness rather than saving them.

Simply put, we'd do more harm than good.

Okay, got it. Just figured I'd make sure we weren't missing the obvious.

Now what? Do we just hope no one dies between now and whenever we can round up some guinea pigs?

Actually, Major, you might just have inspired me. In absentia of any cavia porcellus, we do have the next best thing.

You're crazy.

We extract a reduced dosage of the neurotoxin and inject it into me. Then we test out the antidotes systematically until one works.

*sigh* You already sound insane.

Gutsy move. But are you sure about this, kid?

Besides, how do we know your device hasn't already triggered? If we inject more of that stuff into you, even an antidote might not be enough.

It's the best solution I can see. Given I only became polymerized earlier today, I should be especially sensitive to a polymer-based poison. My reaction will be easiest to observe in small, controlled doses.

It's what Madam Lucy would do.

No, it isn't. She would never approve of such an irresponsible act of self-sacrifice. Nor will I.

Let's just hope that Vertin can convince Maxim to give up an antidote.

I won't allow you to gamble your life on this while there is still a chance to find the solution another way.

Sorry, miss. But I think your colleague is right. Dangerous as his plan is, we don't have time to wait. Every minute that passes, more of us could be exposed.

Ugh. This is exactly what I was afraid of, X. Your irresponsible nature is practically infectious.

You just had to drag this whole world down with that special brand of arcanist madness.

Hold on, Mesmer. I didn't set off this chain of events. Call me a mad scientist if you like, but I don't deserve the blame for what's happening here.

I don't care who's to blame. I still won't let you do this to yourself.

This isn't the time to argue, kids. Maybe you're infecting me with "arcane madness," or maybe the poison already got to my head. Doesn't matter.

I'll do it. I'll be your guinea pig.

Besides, I've put myself through regular trials of intoxication for most of my life. What's another neurotoxin?

Eh, that's not the point!

No. It's not. The point is that I'm not letting a kid put himself on the line on my account.

My vision's starting to get blurry. Good bet I'm already exposed. So, let's get on with it.

Ugh. If that's the case, we may as well try. But I'm not happy with it.

Alright, nice and tight.

Hey, kid. You don't have to do this yourself if you don't agree. It's a simple injection.

Shush. I'm the only other person here with medical experience.

I would never have allowed anyone to do this back home. I guess I'm the mad scientist now.

Hm. Your body temperature is rising, likely a reaction to the toxin or the antidote.

How do you feel?

My limbs are numb, and my eyes are losing focus. Feels like I'm staring up at the northern lights.

First antidote, not working. We'll observe you over the next five minutes and then try the next one.

Mesmer ...

What now? We're doing what you wanted, aren't we? Just leave me to my work.

The antidotes could react to each other if applied on the same subject, so why not try the next one on me?

It's about time. I'm beginning to experience symptoms: diplopia, nausea, the works.

You'd better come back with a solution, Vertin.

Combat concluded. No signs of injury or damage. We should return to our mission, comrades.

...

Left? Are you alright?

Running diagnostic.

Are you hurt?

Negative. Test complete. All systems functioning. We can proceed.

The breach in the ceiling will allow us to compensate for lost time.

Transport mode activated.

Again, please brace for impact.

Not to worry. I feel quite safe in your arms.

I am pleased to hear that, Comrade Doctor.

Please be careful, comrade. We advise you to stay outside of the room until it is secured.

Hah. That must be why Sechenov always preferred the company of robots—always ready to sacrifice themselves for the good of humanity.

...

I wonder what you really think. Do you see other robots as your "people"?

Does that emotion module of yours prick with doubt or pain when you see your kind die?

We are not obligated to answer your questions, Maxim.

Oh, I suppose the real question is, can a robot truly even die? *sigh* That's a question that would have fascinated me when I was younger.

Maxim, what did you do to the THOUGHT Devices?

What makes you think I would tell you?

I'm not from here. I don't know what Kollektiv 2.0 means to you or to this country. I just want to understand.

You expressed concerns about it before. Maybe you think the world would be better off without it. I don't know, but what I do know is that what you've done here is wrong.

Whatever the intention was, it wasn't worth killing innocent people.

"Whatever the intention," hmph, you're more right than you know, young lady.

But I'm not special—making ends justify the means—that's just the way we do things here. Haven't you figured that out?

Target down. Area secured.

Please, Maxim, tell us, is there an antidote or at least some way to prevent exposure?

Is that your best effort? Heheh. The Argentum Unit would have at least brought truth serum.

If you were trying to stop Kollektiv 2.0 from launching, you already succeeded. There's no way they'll release it on schedule after everything that happened here.

Do more people really need to die just to make this a bigger scandal?

...

Sechenov deserves every punishment coming to him, but you're right. I never wanted people to suffer in vain.

There is an antidote.

Abnormal heart rhythm detected. Comrade Doctor, be careful. He may be engaging in deception.

It's alright.

Please, Maxim. Just share it with us.

It's a simple antidote. Though I'm afraid I'll be taking the first dose.

One shot of lead to end the suffering of a hopeless man in this hopeless country!

Maxim! No!

Ugh ... Ugh ...

Atropine, benactyzine, pralidoxime ... We've almost tried everything.

Maybe obidoxime? We'd have to be extremely careful with the dose.

It worked! We've found it!

The sixth antidote worked! Subject Six has regained consciousness!

Crispy critters! Finally!

Don't celebrate yet! It could be terminal lucidity! We'll need to observe him a little longer, but we can start preparing his antidote for the others.

If we determine it's effective, we'll start treatment in order of severity and length of seizure.

Phew. That's an immediate amelioration of symptoms. I think we've found our winner.

It's strange. I can almost feel the polymer reacting inside me.

It's possible that you're more sensitive to the treatment, just like you predicted.

I think you may have saved my life, Mesmer.

Just don't ever make me have to do this for you again. No more random injections, got it?

That's asking a lot for a Laplace researcher, don't you think?

This isn't Laplace. You really can be insufferable sometimes.

What happened to the power?

Is anyone using a respirator? Get them on a backup immediately.

It's not the power. Everything's still running.

Self-destruct sequence activated. Countdown: 15 minutes.

Self-destruct sequence?

Mesmer Jr. and little X, Mesmer Jr. and little X, your parent is waiting for you at the power control room. Repeat: Your parent is waiting for you at the power control room.

Huh?

That has to be Vertin. She might be in trouble. I guess we'll have to go find our "parent."

Looks like I don't need to worry about your condition. Are you sure you're ready for action?

Absolutely! Just as long as you don't expect me to be as dexterous as the Twins.

But what about the other patients?

We've got things handled here. We've even got the drunk back on his feet. Just go!

Tereshkova has sent out a broadcast to your colleagues.

A large number of Maxim's robots appear to be leaving their patrol routes.

Given the circumstances, any attempt at evacuation will be a significant risk. Should we proceed?

We have to do whatever we can to preserve lives.

Understood. I will attempt to locate suitable vehicles within the facility.

Comrade Doctor, your friends will arrive in ...

Three, two, one.

What's this about a self-destruct sequence, Vertin? Where's Maxim?

I couldn't stop him. The sequence was activated as soon as he died.

It appears that Maxim programmed a tripwire into the facility's self-destruct protocols.

The only way to abort the procedure is to enter the administrator password, which has been altered. Speculation—

And only Maxim knows the password.

I may be able to use Artificial Somnambulism to extract information from his dying brain matter. But there is a complication.

Let's hope he didn't destroy his hippocampus.

He's been polymerized, right? We already saw that it preserves some measure of the individual's brain activity after death.

But we can't possibly predict how Artificial Somnambulism would interact with a technology like that.

And even so, we know that the polymer doesn't preserve life; it only extends a limited imprint. We can't be sure of the extent or even the stability of Maxim's memories.

Diving into a dead man's dreams ... Even if we were fully equipped, and we're not, we could still end up lost in it.

Nevertheless, what other option do we have?

So, I'll play the mad scientist yet again. It's becoming a pattern working with you two. X, I'll need some improvised equipment; I'll make a list.

I don't care if they run on a hamster wheel or marbles running down a course. Just make them functional.

I'll facilitate your every expectation. Left, would you mind giving me a hand?

Searching for keywords: Artificial Somnambulism. Zero results found. But I am at your service, Comrade Doctors.

First, we need a glass harmonica. Is there one here?

Unfortunately, the Polymer Exhibition Hall does not contain any musical instruments of that variety.

But it's essential for Artificial Somnambulism. X, can you build it?

Sure. Give me four hours and a room the size of a football field.

This isn't the time for jokes. Left, could you find a suitable substitute?

Searching for exhibits with similar functions and potentially useful raw materials.

Sounds like you could use a little assistance.

I can make you a glass harmonica, just so long as you give me what I need.

NORA? I thought you were out of commission.

Truth be told. I've been trying to get out of this place since the self-destruct sequence started. But I'm trapped here, alone and unloved!

*sigh* If only some handsome hero were around to carry me to safety. But since I don't want to die surrounded by a bunch of brats, how about you help a girl out and feed me?

We'll need as much glass as we can find.

Your intuitive grasp of technology is astounding, Comrade Doctor. I have made a recording of your process for future reference.

I know I said you could make it any way you like, but will this thing really work?

I'm positively certain! It's an unorthodox design, I know, but the physics are sound.

I'll take your word for it. Now, who's going to dive into Maxim's dream?

Ugh. I wouldn't dare be caught with such a hideous man. That hole in his head was practically an improvement.

Me! Let me try!

No. You're the only one who can fix the machine if anything happens.

I'll go. I have experienced dream diving.

You may require the assistance of someone familiar with polymer-based technology. With your permission, I will accompany you, comrade.

It should be possible to send you both. I've created an interface on the device that Left can plug into directly.

I suggest against it. We can't afford to lose both of you.

Your concern is noted, Ms. Mesmer, but the risks are greater if either of us goes alone.

I'm going to need a long vacation after this.

Vertin, put the helmet on. Left, plug in. There may be a brief tingling sensation, but don't panic. It won't last.

A tingling?

Yes, one of the side effects of Artificial Somnambulism.

Understood. Ready to connect.

We trust you, Mesmer Jr., X.

Appreciated, Vertin. I'll fortify the room as best as I can. We should be able to hold out for now.

Alright, I'll guide you in.

Mama, when will you be back?

Before you know it, Vanya.

Will I see you tomorrow? Mama? Mama?

Can you hear me, Vertin?

As I feared, the dream is unstable. There's abnormal data mixed in with Maxim's fading memories.

I presume it's coming from the polymer.

I hear you, Mesmer. I think the room I'm in must be Maxim's home.

This dream is likely to be different from anything you've ever handled before. I don't know what lies ahead.

I'll be ready. Just keep things running up there.

Hurry up, Vanya.

...

You'll have to head straight to school after breakfast. Remember what I told you?

...

"Wash your hands, keep your mask on, and apply disinfectant as soon as you get home." That's right!

No. Mama probably won't be home tonight, neither will Papa.

Have you finished? Off to school then. Let the teachers know right away if you feel ill, understood?

Hurry up, Vanya.

This subliminal space bears notable similarities to Limbo.

Limbo? Like in the Divine Comedy?

The name was chosen based on its similarity to the liminal spiritual realm. We use it to refer to subconscious spaces generated by polymerized individuals.

It appears that this bears a strong resemblance to the space created by your Artificial Somnambulism device.

However, it is not clear if this space is in fact Limbo, or a dream, or some reflection of them both.

We're on a deadline, remember. We need to induce Maxim to recall his password.

But try not to push him too hard. There's no telling what additional stress might do to the dream state. We're already operating in the margins.

Maybe start by collecting clues from the surroundings.

This moment must be from Maxim's childhood. Do you have any idea what's going on?

Speculation: This appears to be during the early months of the Plague. During this time, hospitals were overloaded, and doctors were often forced to work long hours isolated in quarantine zones.

Do you hear that?

They're announcing funerals, Comrade Doctor.

...

Come here, Vanya. Don't be afraid.

That must be Maxim's father.

Your mama is fine. I got a call from her earlier. She's just too busy to come home.

You know, your mama is very brave. She is doing a great service for us all. Someone must go to the hospitals and take care of all the sick.

I know you miss her, so do I, but there are others that need her more than we do now.

Now, your papa has a job to do too. So, you must stay here and take good care of yourself until we get back.

Don't worry about me, son. I'll send our little robot round to say hi whenever I can.

That sickness has hurt many people, but your papa will do something to stop it.

Since robots never get sick, we'll have them keep the world spinning.

That is how we will save our land and our people.

Promise me you'll take good care of yourself, Vanya.

The number of deaths had already exceeded 20 million at this point. Soviet society was on the verge of collapse.

And the death toll continued to rise until Dr. Sechenov helped to invent the Redemption vaccine using his polymer.

Heh.

You're mistaken, comrade. We're not your parents.

Listen, son, can you gather up your family's papers? Then you'll need to come with us.

Your parents ... They, um ...

Anyway, just follow us. We'll take you to them. Quickly.

I think that might be all that's left of his memories.

Who are you people?! Leave me alone!

Maxim, you can still save lives before it's too late. It's time to let go.

...

Why?

Why?

The day I left with those men, I saw my neighbor hugging her mother. She was back from the hospital. I remember they had a robot carrying their suitcases, one just like my father made.

She survived. She didn't leave her child alone.

Why me?

Why my family?! It isn't right!

My mother had saved her!

My father made the robots that took care of them.

But they didn't get to come home.

They left me alone. All I had to remember them were the tattered medals the government gave me on their behalf.

I never learned where they were buried. They could be lying in some unknown, unmarked pit or burned away to ash!

I know all too well how painful it can be to accept your loved ones' sacrifice. But we have a responsibility to ensure their deaths were not in vain.

A few memorials, a few medals, then things changed. People stopped remembering. They started saying that it was the Kollektiv that saved them.

That's right! The Kollektiv. Hahaha .... The Kollektiv.

What a glorious, heartwarming name! It brings to mind all of those soldiers marching in lockstep in the celebratory parades.

Thud, thud, thud! "Behold our march to the future, comrades! We will build a new world forged by our hands! Aren't we all so proud of the 'collective'!"

People's heads became filled with these lies. They forgot all that we had gone through, or maybe they just wanted to forget. Then the monuments changed. Suddenly they all had his face—his name.

There was no room for any others. Names became mere statistics. Mothers and fathers, children; dead and forgotten in their millions. But not him. He was "Dr. Sechenov, inventor of polymer, savior of the Soviet Union."

Over and over, all the glory, all the praise, everything went to him and his damned polymer.

How can that be? Why does he live when they had to die? How can we go blindly into this world he created?

Their graves were just stepping stones on his march of progress.

Men like Sechenov only look forward to their "bright and limitless future." To them, the sooner the dead are forgotten, the better.

That isn't true, Maxim.

Of course, the ones that survive should mourn and honor those they lost. But we also have to move on. Not to forget, but to build again.

You let yourself be trapped in the shadow of your loss, but I know your parents wouldn't have wanted that for you.

Don't tell me what they'd think!

It's easy for people like you to say that—to pretend that a few kind words are enough to bury the dead.

But then you praise the man that took everything from them. It isn't fair!

*choke*

I have a son your age. Maybe you two can play together when you're feeling better.

Uggh. No, no ...

This is a fine gadget, don't you think? Maybe we should install it in our robot's head.

We're so very grateful. Thank you! Thank you for not abandoning us!

No, no, no, no!

Papa, Mama?

Vanya, has our country survived?

Yes, Mama. People are even growing flowers again. I picked your favorites. But I couldn't bring them to your funeral.

Are you taking good care of yourself?

I ...

What is life like now? Are the people happy?

Life is ...

I wish I could see all the latest technology. What can robots do now?

It's all so wonderful, Papa, Mama. We stopped the Plague, and now we're going to explore the cosmos.

And what of you, little Vanya? How have you contributed?

Everything has gotten better. I wish you could see.

We're just happy to know things are better now. Though I admit I am jealous of you.

Shouldn't you be angry? They're enjoying this world because of you, but they don't even know your names. They don't know what you gave up for them, what I lost for them!

Why should we be angry, son? All that we did was in the hopes that the future would be brighter for our people and for you.

The future is yours now, Vanya. All we want is for you to make it a better place.

Don't let us down.

He won't. I know our little Vanya has grown into a good man.

...

No, no.

Mama, Papa, don't go.

They have to go, Maxim. That's just the way of things. But you can choose to let them inspire you instead of dragging you into despair.

Don't push too hard, Vertin. He needs time to process things.

*crying* I want to go home.

Warning: Data overflow detected. This space may be compromised, comrade.

She's right, Vertin. I'm reading a cortisol spike. You don't have much time before his brain activity shuts down!

I need to go home.

His dream state might collapse at any moment! You need to get out of there!

Not without the password. Is there anything else we can do?

Absolutely not! Your safety is top priority! Find somewhere secure now! I'm dragging you out!

Wait. That fluid must be polymer. It might still have an imprint of his memories. It's our last chance!

If these are his memories, then where's the password?

Did you hear me, Vertin? Get out!

Give me more time! I can still find it.

Comrade Doctor, you must leave. I will continue the mission.

What do you mean? How?

My sensors and processing ability are more efficient than yours, comrade. I will have a higher chance of retrieving the password in the time we have left.

Confirming Vertin's status. Operable! Disconnect!

Wait! Hold on, no!

Damn, you actually made it. That's some good news at least.

P-3? What are you doing here?

We have disabled most of the facility's hostile robots, but we were unable to secure any vehicles suitable for an evacuation.

Requesting synchronization.

Are you alright, Vertin?

I'm alright, Mesmer. But Left is still inside.

Before I got out, she ...

Synchronization complete. Please allow me to provide help.

Warning: data ... overflow ...

Left? Right?

W-What are they doing?

I believe this is their method of sharing computational power. Though the ballet aesthetic only serves as a personal affectation of the designer.

Watch out!

Password and antidote composition secured.

Self-destruct sequence terminated.

Phew ...

...

What is it? Are you alright?

That song ... My emotion module is experiencing a reaction to it.

However, I am unable to discern the programming that explains this reaction.

Has my programming been corrupted, or do I remember it from somewhere?

Please, comrade. May I listen to it again?

It's a beautiful song, isn't it? I suppose even a robot might find it touching.

Touching, yes. Added to database.

Something's irked me this entire time. If the Twins were able to access Artificial Somnambulism, that must mean they have a consciousness. Perhaps they can even dream.

Were we still within your Artificial Somnambulism, or was it only Limbo after all? Can I dream?

'Course you can. Bots like you and Char-les gotta have feelings, right? Why else would he be such a pain in my ass?

Seems like a question for another time, though. You two should get yourselves repaired. I don't want the boss to blame me for you ladies falling apart.

Damn. There is something familiar about that song, isn't there?

Have all the survivors recovered?

Yeah. Seems like the government is still reeling from the diplomatic fracas, and they've locked down the Exhibition Hall. But the worst of it is over.

No news about the Twins though. I hope they're alright.

They're actually coming to pick us up. Seems like Dr. Sechenov has already installed them into brand new bodies.

What about Maxim? How did they deal with him?

I have no idea. Perhaps Dr. Sechenov will know.

Good. I have some questions for him too.

If it isn't our young scientists! What a pleasure to get a chance to see you once again. If only I had time to sit and chat.

It's good to see you as well, Dr. Sechenov.

I am dreadfully sorry to have dragged you into all this, comrades. Yet, I must commend you on your heroic efforts during this crisis. You saved many lives, and for that I am grateful. Would you allow me the honor of shaking your hands?

I've been wondering how I might reward you for all you've done.

I don't suppose you would be interested in studying here in the Soviet Union? I would be more than happy to organize some scholarships and accommodations.

You'll have promising careers in the Kollektiv 2.0 project after you graduate. A bright, limitless future awaits!

Of course, we're extremely grateful for the offer. Unfortunately, we have to return to our home soon.

Dr. Sechenov, I must be frank. We're deeply concerned about the safety of Kollektiv 2.0 after these events. Are you really going to proceed with the launch?

Naturally, this Maxim incident has forced us to look deeply into the security of the network. There are no words to express my regret in not anticipating these possible security issues earlier.

But we've analyzed the risks thoroughly. My colleagues are already hard at work closing the system backdoors that were used, and we've built in an early warning system to detect similar attempts in the future.

I'm entirely confident that these measures will allow Kollektiv 2.0 to launch without any further risk. But we cannot step back from the march of progress. The potential benefits to our people and our nation's development demand we press onwards.

The march of progress. Hmm, I admit it will be a revolutionary paradigm shift, if it works.

Of course it will. We stand on the threshold of a perfect society, the goal of my life's work and that of every Soviet scientist.

One more thing, Dr. Sechenov. It's about Maxim.

His body has been taken care of. As for the loose ends, we're still discussing the matter internally. I hope to find a resolution that satisfies everyone.

The question remains how he accomplished this attack. Someone must have backed his play for their own purposes, and I suspect I know who.

Molotov and I have always had differences. Oh, my apologies. It's nothing to trouble you with. Please, enjoy the celebration.

You must excuse me for not accompanying you further. But I'm sure you understand I have a busy schedule ahead.

We appreciate your hospitality. Goodbye, Dr. Sechenov.

Goodbye, young scientists. I look forward to hearing about your future achievements!

Hey! Over here!

Huh?

Hah. This celebration's not too shabby, honestly. You kids wanna have some fun before you head out?

Three sodas, please.

If I've got the memo right, the boss is going to give a big speech before the launch.

What's that formation?

Err, let me see. The banner says "Families of Fallen Heroes."

"In memory of those who sacrificed everything for the Soviet Union."

The sacrifices of one generation fuel the achievements of the next. Even if it takes many generations to get there, those dreams may still come true.

You oughta put that on a plaque, kid. Hah. Come on. Don't be so serious. Let's have a little music to lighten the mood, whaddya say?

Sounds good to me.

You rigged that up in the hospital? Gotta admit that's impressive.

I thought I was a firearms expert, but you managed to make a gun work better with just a music box. You gotta teach me your tricks.

Well, it's kind of a "patented" technique.

They seem to be getting along well.

Typical boys.

I still find myself thinking about how Left reacted to this song.

I wonder what it means to her.

It's a real beauty. Kinda song you might play before you propose to a girl.

What's it called?

That would be Waltz of the Flowers, Major.

Yeah, figures it'd be something like that. Can't shake the feeling I've heard it somewhere. No clue where, though.

It is a popular song. I wouldn't be surprised if you had heard it before.

Nah, it's more than that. It's sticking to me, like it meant something to me before I lost my memory.

Maybe I really did propose to someone with that song.

I can only imagine they chose the song then.

I think our experiment is coming to an end.

Mama! That's my balloon!

Which one?

Umm. I don't know which one, but where are they going?

To the future.

Have you decided on a souvenir for Madam Lucy?

Um, well ...

Hm ...

That is unexpected.

Is this the hydrogen cell that you mentioned?

It does have a very unique appearance for a power cell, though I take it that this may be a consequence of the alternate technology involved.

No. It's not a power cell. Just a talking pocket watch.

Ahaha! What a remarkable outcome! The object changed entirely during the transfer. I guess this is another fascinating aspect of the stage. An unaccounted variable, like the Butterfly Effect.

A hydrogen cell turned into a Chirper ... The science of that alone is worth studying, hah, don't you think?

Indeed. I am immediately curious what effect the stage might have on my own body if I attempted to travel through it.

Would my robotic shell change to fit the local culture and technology of the destination, just as it did Vertin's outfit?

Why not give it a try and find out? I can activate it again anytime. It's about time you took a vacation, Madam Lucy.

Should you intend to visit again, I will make certain to register you as legal visitors.

Thank you for your offer, but I am afraid I have to decline.

I believe our team is in need of an immediate physical examination after the events they have gone through, in particular, to determine the effects of a certain injection.

Ahaha, ah. Personally, I'm entirely intrigued by the possibility of keeping this polymer in my bloodstream.

Your well-being is top priority in this particular matter, Researcher X.

Ah, can we make it short? The stage could change its destination anytime.

I don't want to ruin Madam Lucy's prospects for a vacation.

You'll need a thorough examination, I'm afraid. We can't run the risk that the polymer shifted during travel as well. You can tell Lucy all about our findings while you recuperate at the rehab center.

*sigh* Fine, fine. You're the boss.

While I am intrigued by the prospect of traveling, the changing destinations of the stage do not follow fixed patterns. I am willing to "roll the dice," as you might say.

I'll get X to the rehab center and make sure he stays put. Why don't you spend some time here while you can, Madam Lucy?

There appears to be a strong rapport between you and your researchers.

It pleases me to hear you say that. I will take that as a marked improvement of my understanding of humanitarianism.

From my cursory reading of Vertin's report, I have already learned a great deal about your world.

Despite running dozens of simulated scenarios, I still find it hard to pinpoint the divergence between our worlds' respective technological progression—another fascinating element of scientific discovery.

Scientific development is often shaped by the demands of the environment. Perhaps the unique struggles of your world led to a divergence in technological need, just as they did in ours.

If I have learned anything from humans, it is that their greatest motivation is and has always been survival. It is admirable even if it can lead science towards destructive paths.

The greatest danger lies in giving up and dwelling in the mistakes of the past.

I have lived through many generations of human technology and observed their progress firsthand. Setbacks and disasters are inevitable, but there will always be those willing to take risks to bring about a better world.

Innovation is a process that feels in many ways like laying track before a speeding train. Too often, we only see the hazards ahead when it is too late to change course.

But as long as humanity survives, they will learn from those harsh lessons and overcome.

Analysis: Your theory of human progress bears a strong resemblance to the process of natural selection.

Perhaps so. But the random dictates of genetic mutation are a much slower process. I have seen human innovation leapfrog eons of natural development within a single generation. I am excited to see where they will go next.