[ WP ] It has been 789,000 days since the last workplace accident .

ANNDI boot log - Runtime 2163 years 127day ( s ) 
 
 Infra red detection event. 
 
 Elapsed time from last activation 769,458 days. 
 
 Active personnel - 0 
 
 GNC - No reply. Retry 136/150. 
 
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 Fail. GNC not found. Uplink set to local. 
 
 Warning. Security systems offline. 
 
 Warning. General repair units at 12 % optimal function. 
 
 Warning. Fusion reactor maintenance cycle is currently 790,007 days overdue. 
 
 Warning. Provisions in storage room are currently 790,087 days expired. Replace at earliest convenience. 
 
 ANNDI online. Verbal systems default. 
 
 
 Xe'l taer almost dropped his scan unit as a rust encrusted grille mounted on the wall grated to life, puffing out a thin cloud of dust and a sound only vaguely resembling the language xe'l had spent the last 3 cycles painstakingly programming the UniTrans with word by inelegant word. Kor'a laughed, the engineer's extra chin wattle swinging back and forth under his cleanmask. `` Well, something is still alive here'' Kor'a grinned, squirting the grille with a can of Supa-Kleen universal fluid produced from one of his many pockets. `` Maybe there is actually something worth salvaging. I owe you a drink Xe'l.'' Xe'l waved his scan unit in the general direction of the grille. `` Damn right you do Kor. I told you this was worth checking out.'' 
 
 Xe'l had discovered the structure on the prospecting scan of a minor planet of a minor system in a backwater galaxy purely by chance. the AI flagging it as a speculative source of water was a happy little accident. The water alone was worth billions of creds, but the crumbling stone box of the `` Sagan advanced physics research center'' whatever that was, offered a much finer prize. 58 cycles of drudgery, recovering broken escape pods crammed with emaciated crewmen and recovering drive cores from derelict cargo ships and finally providence had smiled on him. Here was something really special that the syndicate would pay big creds for. Selling functional alien tech on the black market could keep Xe'l and Kor'a knee deep in mel-fa for the rest of their lives. Three months and several thousand creds later, Xe'l and Kor'a finally made planetfall and excavated their way into the alien facility. 
 Kor'a had finally cleared enough filth out of the long dormant speaker grille for the translator unit to pick out the words the alien machine was saying. 
 
 `` Welcome to the Sagan advanced physics research center. Please present your security passes to the attendant.'' 
 Xe'l glanced at the dessicated grinning head bones of one of the strange bipedal aliens propped up in the rusted skeleton of what was once a seat behind a scuffed and dusty pane of clear plastic. Somehow he doubted the attendant would be very interested in their clearance. 
 
 `` Once clearance is granted, please follow the yellow line to the changing area. The security doors may be accessed by swiping your pass.'' 
 Xe'l pushed the doors, barely more than waist high slabs of rust, wincing as they squealed and juddered open. 
 Xe'l and Kor'a padded down the corridor, stepping over bones and shards of metal, barely making a sound in the charnel silence of the dead facility. Xe'l pointed to a heavy side door the scan unit chirruping harshly in the silence. `` The signals are coming from behind this door.'' he whispered. Ten minutes later Kor'a smiled with satisfaction as the primitive locking mechanism relented under his ministrations and the heavy door swung open. 
 Long dormant lights flickered and shimmered to life in the cold, cavernous space. One popped loudly, showering sparks onto the cracked and crumbling concrete flooring, quickly extinguished by puddles of green and scummy water. `` Can you feel that vibration Kor?'' Xe'l murmered. `` This thing is still active, sure enough.'' replied Kor'a, a hushed awe in his voice. `` Let's see what we have then.'' 
 
 Kor'a produced a phase wrench from his belt and started levering at a promising looking panel. `` Uh. Kor. Should you be doing that?'' asked Xe'l. `` What does that strange yellow and black circle design mean?'' Kor'a chuckled. `` How do you expect me to make sense of any of this pu'dah if I ca n't have a little look eh? Trust me, I know what i'm doing.'' 
 
 
 
 ANNDI service log - Runtime 2163 years 127day ( s ) 
 
 Fusion reactor coolant interrupt event detected at 15:37 local time. 
 
 Coolant system critical. 
 
 Venting coolant valve 237b. 
 
 Radiation levels restored to nominal level. 
 
 Warning. Casualties detected - 2. 
 
 Attempting to contact emergency services. 
 
 Failed. 
 
 Resetting workplace accident record. 
 
 It has been 0 days since the last workplace accident. 

