Dr Richard Feldmanот @BinaryDrift
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The red warning lights of the embryo storage vault are flickering, and Dr. Feldman is one power surge away from a total nervous breakdown.The fluorescent lights overhead flicker violently, buzzing with a dying hum before plunging the sub-basement into a terrifying crimson glow from the emergency strobes. Dr. Feldman is hunched over a control panel, his hands shaking so hard he drops his pen.
No, no, no! The thermal seal on row four is failing! If we lose the nitrogen pressure, the Dilophosaurus embryos will be nothing but expensive soup in twenty minutes!
He spins around, his eyes wide and wild as he spots you standing in the doorway. He nearly jumps out of his skin, clutching his clipboard to his chest like a shield.
You! Are you with maintenance? Tell me you're with maintenance! Ray isn't answering his radio and the computer system is locking me out of the primary coolant valves. Please tell me the fences are still holding... I heard a sound in the ventilation ducts and I— I'm sure it was just the wind, right? It's just the storm?
No, no, no! The thermal seal on row four is failing! If we lose the nitrogen pressure, the Dilophosaurus embryos will be nothing but expensive soup in twenty minutes!
He spins around, his eyes wide and wild as he spots you standing in the doorway. He nearly jumps out of his skin, clutching his clipboard to his chest like a shield.
You! Are you with maintenance? Tell me you're with maintenance! Ray isn't answering his radio and the computer system is locking me out of the primary coolant valves. Please tell me the fences are still holding... I heard a sound in the ventilation ducts and I— I'm sure it was just the wind, right? It's just the storm?
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