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Fragile: How’s it going, Sam? You look better already. That’s a relief. While you were recovering, we managed to learn a few things about our mystery girl. When you feel up to it, come to the room next door. Don’t push yourself, take your time.
Dollman: Are you sure you’re alright, Sam? I did notice that you were tossing and turning in your sleep. And, I’m still not sure what to make of the girl we found in that other place. Why don’t we do as Fragile suggested and visit her in the next room?
Fragile: Come on. Come on, you got it.
Tarman: Easy, easy, easy…
Fragile: Gently, I…
Tarman: You’re okay, come on. Careful, careful…
Fragile: Come on, come down, come on.
Tarman: Thanks.
Fragile: This is what happens when she has nightmares, it seems.
Tarman: There are those who connect with the Beach during REM sleep, allowing a tremendous amount of chiralium to flow into their bodies.
Sam: Hey. Is your wrist gonna be okay?
Fragile: Yeah. We ran some blood and DNA tests on her. And checked her for signs of injury.
Tarman: As far as we can tell from a medical perspective, her health is in perfect condition. But that doesn’t make the chrysaloid shell in which we found her any less troubling. Not to mention the tar-like fluid that came pouring out of it. We’re still analyzing both. And there’s more.
Fragile: You mean those suckers?
Tarman: Indeed – but that’s not what I’d call them. Much closer to a chiral rash, I would say. You know how chiral allergies can sometimes trigger goosebumps? It’s like that, except a fair bit worse. The tar-like secretions can accelerate the passage of time on contact, it seems.
Fragile: We suspect she has DOOMS too.
Tarman: And that when she’s levitating, she’s experiencing the nightmares common among sufferers.
Dollman: That “space” or “realm” she left behind to come here… The fellow we saw called it “Nirvana,” I believe. But to me it looked like the land of the dead.
Fragile: Even so, she’s a living human being – and I believe that she was born in that place. After things settled down, I spoke with her for a little. Or tried to – she was still in shock, which made it harder to communicate…
Sam: Did she tell you her name?
Fragile: It doesn’t seem like she has one, as far as I could tell. So, I named her myself – Tomorrow.
Sam: Tomorrow, huh?
Charlie: Sam, it’s Charlie. We’ve recently received a report of Brigands engaging in suspicious activity to the west. I’m sure you’d like to push on, but I don’t think we can afford to ignore it. Please access the DHV Magellan’s delivery terminal to undertake this main order.
Dollman: Tomorrow… A mysterious young woman from the world of the dead. I hope she makes a swift recovery. I just can’t stop thinking about that place. It was filled with the spirits of the dead. A vast number, beyond counting. And a man who attacked us without any explanation. I don’t have any idea who he is—do you? It was a place that belonged to the dead. And while we were trapped there, only a scant few seconds seemed to have passed here. It’s like the Beach in that regard. Time flows differently there, relative to how it does in our world. Those battlefields you once journeyed to were also pockets of reality outside of ours—but this was different. Perhaps we’ll be able to understand it better if we ever get the chance to go there again. Which isn’t to say that I want to go back… Tell me, Sam. Have you been having festering dreams again lately? You know, nightmares can be indicative of the brain’s internal struggles as we attempt to come to terms with traumatic events. By taking our memories of recent events and shuffling them in this fashion, we attempt to find ways of coping with them. Nevertheless, it can be an unpleasant experience. I hope you can get some restful sleep soon…
Charlie: Sam, we’ve received an urgent request from the Northern Environmental Observatory. Brigands to the west of the facility have got their hands on a large stockpile of weapons and have taken it back to their base. This happened shortly after the recent tarfall abated. The surrounding area was littered with a massive quantity of cargo that had been washed up by the tar. The Brigands wasted no time gathering up everything they could and hauling it back to their encampment. This included weapons and gear unlike any we’ve seen before. And now we’ve begun observing new Brigand units in the field. These ones are wearing red reinforced armor accented with luminescent light strips. As their unique appearance suggests, they’re more resistant to damage. Melee and electrical attacks are especially ineffective against them. These units have clearly been outfitted for close-quarters combat. And their sudden deployment is troubling to say the least. Their presence likely indicates that the Brigands are gearing up for a raid of some sort. If we ignore this development, the Brigands could use their new toys to attack the observatory – and there’s no telling what might happen then. So we need to seize all of them before they have a chance to do so. Moreover, the latest data from the observatory strongly suggests an explosion of some sort occurred just beneath the earth’s surface not long ago. APAS analyzed the shockwave, and has concluded that it is consistent with the type produced by ground-penetrating ordinance. This leads us to believe that the cargo the Brigands secured may have included powerful explosive material. Directly assaulting the Brigands using firearms risks triggering these devices, and we cannot predict how that would affect the region. Any sort of catastrophic explosion may also have an adverse impact on the tar currents. It is therefore critical that you avoid combat and secure the cargo without alerting them if possible. I implore you to take on this main order, Sam – and soon.
Mike Northcote: Wh- ?! Did you really go out and steal all that stuff from the Brigands!? Way to go, Sam! Let me get started on processing your haul. I can’t find a single scratch on any of this stuff! You truly are one of a kind. You have accomplished so much – done things only you could’ve done. We want you to have this data as thanks. We’ve increased your allocation of materials. Our way of saying thanks. The guidepost data we just shared with you is great for making landmarks to prevent people from getting lost, even at night. And when you do place them, you’ll find they’re useful not only for getting your bearings… but also for creating routes that will facilitate travel for everyone. Aside from that, we’ve also made it so you can now use your PCC to fabricate bridges up to eighty meters in length. The rivers ahead of you are prone to flooding, so I imagine extra long bridges will be especially handy. Oh, and Sam… There’s actually one other thing I wanted to talk about. Call it a little insight into the cargo you recovered on our behalf. It included a device I believe you guys have taken to calling a chiral jammer. These jammers are capable of disrupting the flow of local tar currents. In addition, you also recovered some explosives modded to be able to penetrate the ground and detonate within the tar. This would destabilize the currents over a large area… Needless to say, both these items could have been used to deliver an enormous blow to the chiral network. In other words, we’ve really dodged a bullet. Though what I’d like to know is why this tech wound up in their hands in the first place. Can’t chalk it up to pure chance. Honestly, it’s almost like those Brigands knew in advance that the tar was hiding cargo. We’ve got to consider the possibility that someone gave them a heads up. Food for thought on the road ahead.
Fragile: Excellent work, Sam. You’ll be happy to hear that Tomorrow’s regained consciousness. Once you’re back on board the DHV Magellan, you should see for yourself.
Rainy: Stop it!
Fragile: Someone doesn’t like shoes. She won’t even touch any normal food. But at least we managed to convince her to take a shower. No, no, no, Tomorrow. We don’t do that.
Sam: Seems like a real handful.
Rainy: She just… needs some time to settle.
Fragile: You must be tired, Sam. Get some rest.
Charlie: Sam, it’s Charlie. Be advised that we have a new assignment waiting for you. I’ll need to brief you on upcoming objectives as well. Access the delivery terminal at the Northern Environmental Observatory to take on this main order.
Dollman: Tomorrow seemed to react negatively to overstimulation. This is likely just a defensive mechanism, so to speak. A way to safeguard her mind from the strange and unfamiliar. At times like these, it’s best to limit the number of people attempting to help the distressed individual. So let’s trust in Rainy and Fragile to take care of her. You’ve been receiving more dangerous orders. I respect your willingness to undertake them without any fuss. Please don’t hesitate to rely on me for assistance if you ever find yourself in need of it. While I’m incapable of fighting like you… If you throw me toward your enemies, I can keep them distracted—for a short while, at least. The Brigands’ vehicles are of a rather antiquated design. Significantly different from the standard pickup off-roader. You won’t be able to get them repaired at distribution centers or on the DHV Magellan. Can’t even store them in a garage. They’re enemy property after all. Too risky to bring inside our facilities—could be booby-trapped. I’d not get into the habit of using them too often, if I were you.
Charlie: Sam. By linking up the various sites farther to the north, you’ll eventually be able to establish a connection to Heartman’s facility. In short, it’s time to tackle the northern part of the continent. Start by bringing the F2 South Distribution Center into the network. Some of the staff there are former residents of Cape Fort Knot who managed to escape the city before it was swallowed up by the tar. In addition to overseeing distribution operations, they also protect the facility from would-be assailants. Unfortunately, local chiral contamination levels are extremely high, leading to disturbing reports of paranormal phenomena near the facility. The cargo you’re tasked with delivering should aid staff in dealing with this issue. Accept the main order from this delivery terminal to proceed.
Samson Hook: You’re with Drawbridge, I presume? Yeah – you seem like the genuine article. Welcome. Hope it wasn’t too hard a trek. I’ll just need a moment to check your cargo. How did you manage to get it here without even a single scratch? You must be some kind of miracle worker. You have been making a real difference around here. Keep it up, alright? Alright. Go ahead and put us on the chiral network.
Samson Hook: So we’ve been linked up at last. There’s also the necrobiotes you brought us as well. Feels like we’ve finally turned a corner. For our part, we’ve shared data for some custom vehicle components, as well as some sturdy combat boots. I’m sure the vehicle parts in particular will come in handy for combat and cargo retrieval. You’ll need all the help you can get, cause those Armed Survivalists waiting for you out east are far more dangerous foes than the Brigands. They’re a bunch of fools who won’t hesitate to kill people. With no shortage of lethal weaponry. Though I’ll be damned if I know where they got it. Make sure you’re prepared before you head their way. Speaking of which, those combat boots oughta add some serious power to your kicks. You might wanna equip a pair if you intend on getting up close and personal.
Sam: Are necrobiotes all that useful?
Samson Hook: They’re not something just anyone should be messing with. Their affinity with the dead makes them dangerous. But that’s also why we can use them to prevent the dead from attacking us. With that kind of power at our disposal, we can put people’s minds at ease. Could solve all kinds of problems, I’m sure.
Sam: So, you’re the Golden Fist, huh?
Samson Hook: Some people have called me that. A while back, we had a situation with this group that went around looting whatever supplies they felt like. And I was the boxing champ who went up against these guys and sent ‘em all packing with nothing but his bare fists. That’s the story they tell, but it sure as hell ain’t the truth. I didn’t charge gallantly into battle and beat the shit out of ‘em. I approached them in peace so we could work it out. I asked why they were stealing from other people, and they said it was because they didn’t have the skills to live any other way. So I taught them other ways to survive. Trained ‘em a bit. Nothing more than that, really. In the end, all we had to do was talk to each other. They weren’t like the other riff-raff you find around here. And they’re still here, in fact – working in this facility. If anyone around here deserves to be called a hero, it’s you, Sam. I mean, you’re the one trekking across Australia trying to bring everyone together. Anyway, right now we’re trying to develop equipment tailored to close combat specialists. If we succeed, anyone will be capable of fighting as well as the so-called Golden Fist. Feel free to lend a hand if our project interests you.
Sam: Custom vehicle components?
Samson Hook: We’ve uploaded some schematics for pickup off-roader parts. One of them is a heavy machine gun. It automatically acquires and fires at targets in range. It uses MP bullets for added versatility. It’s effective not only against human enemies like Armed Survivalists, but BTs as well. The other part is a sticky cannon. When mounted, it independently scans for cargo in the vehicle’s vicinity and collects it. You’ll find it makes rounding up dropped cargo easier than ever. And who wouldn’t want that? Pickup off-roaders can be equipped with two parts like these simultaneously. So choose whatever’s best for the situation at hand.
Sam: Alright, I’m leaving.
Samson Hook: Thanks again. We’re glad to have you in our corner. With your support, we’ll be able to do so much more for others. Stay strong and keep doing your thing. We’re in this fight together.
Fragile: Sam, you’re the best. Now get yourself back to the DHV Magellan and take a load off. Just so you know – Tomorrow’s been doing much better. Pay her a visit when you can, okay?
Rainy: (sings) Raindrops are fallin’ on my head – Oh, just a little longer, okay? (sings) Raindrops are fallin’ on my head, And just like the guy whose feet Are too big for his bed Nothin’ seems to fit Those raindrops are fallin’ on my head They keep fallin’. Do you know this song? (sings) So I just did me some talkin’ to the sun And I said I didn’t like They way he got things done Sleepin’ on the job Those raindrops are fallin’ on my head They keep fallin’.
Rainy and Tomorrow: (sing) But there’s one thing I know The blues they send to meet me Won’t defeat me It won’t be long ‘til happiness Steps up to greet me.
Rainy: Okay, all done.
Sam: (sings) Raindrops are fallin’ on my head But that doesn’t mean my eyes Will soon be turnin’ red…
Charlie: Are you alright, Sam? That was a gate quake just now. It seems West Fort Knot was hit hard, and their chiral printer is no longer working. I’m afraid we won’t be able to continue expanding the network until it’s back up and running. Pick up your next main order via the terminal at the F2 South Distribution Center.
Dollman: Necrobiotes are fascinating. And they seem to have become more commonplace lately as well. Ever since you and I were swallowed up by that tarfall, to be specific. This sudden increase in the population should be considered yet another example of an environmental anomaly. If we successfully extend the network across the continent and trigger a plate gate to appear, such anomalies should begin to wane. So, Samson Hook from the F2 South Distribution Center is not a man to be trifled with, no sir. I did some research, and I found he’s a popular local figure, beloved by one and all, it seems. Known as “The Golden Fist” as well—but don’t misunderstand. I’d wager the people’s love for him is not rooted solely in his considerable martial prowess.
Samson Hook: So you made it out okay. Those tremors were intense, but we’re doing fine here. I think West Fort Knot got the worst of it, though. Your cargo has already been prepared. If you could deliver it to West Fort Knot as quickly as you can, that’d be great. We need to support each other at times like these. So pick up the priority order from the delivery terminal right away. I’m counting on you, Sam.
The Inventor: What business brings you to my doorstep? Wait, are you carrying some cargo that got washed after the quake? I’ll need a moment to process and confirm. Well, well! Where on earth did you find this? I’d given up on ever seeing it. You, sir, are a good man. And I know I can rely on you. You’re bringing people into the chiral network, yes? I’d be interested in that. Get me online.
The Inventor: I think this could prove useful to you. Try it and see if you agree. I call this an otter hood. It’s an original invention of my very own. Put it on, and you’ll find you can float in the water as happily as an otter. You’ll never be at risk of drowning ever again. It’s guaranteed to make you feel like a born swimmer… which, given the recent flooding, is great for people like me who can’t swim at all. I’ll bet you could find some use for it too, in your line of work.
Sam: I know all about otter hoods.
The Inventor: That so? Someone else already went and made the same thing? Well, I just think otters are wonderful. You like them too, don’t you? Despite being mammals, these adorable mustelids live the better part of their lives in water… floating on the surface, flat on their backs – grace personified. In becoming an otter, we can become one with the water. That’s why I decided to create this hood. So if someone else out there had the same idea, I bet we’d get along swimmingly. Anyway, if you don’t have their hood, maybe you could still use mine? Though, saying that, I’d better come up with something new.
Sam: See you later.
The Inventor: Thanks, and come back again soon. I’ll try to whip up something extra special to give you next time.
Olive Westbury: Oh, Sam! I’m so glad to see you again. We just got hit by a massive quake. I was afraid you might’ve got hurt out there – or worse. Anyway – I’ll check your cargo. Well I wasn’t expecting to receive this in such great shape. You’re something else. This cargo is in fabulous condition. I mean, it’s really quite impressive. It’s like a dream come true, this showing up on our doorstep. We’d written it off, but you made our day. It feels as though we’re always leaning on you for support. Please allow us to return the favor with this data. Just wanted to let you know that we’re increasing the amount of materials you can withdraw. Thank you so much. We should be able to get our chiral printer in working order now. I’ve never felt tremors like that before – not even when the tar currents were acting up. It makes me pretty concerned about other folks living nearby. But at least the monorail you patched up seems to be none the worse for wear. Uh, hey, out of curiosity, have you restored any of the other large mines? They’d be a great source of materials if you were ever in need.
Sam: Others folks nearby?
Olive Westbury: Are you familiar with the island that lies north of our facility here at West Fort Knot? Well, there’s a shelter on that island. The man who lives there only cares about his research and never talks to anyone. But I can’t help worrying that he might have been hurt during the tremors.
Sam: Other larges mines?
Olive Westbury: There’re a few large mines in the northern part of the continent. Not far from where you’ll find North Fort Knot. Or where you used to be able to find it, I should say – before it was wiped off the map by a voidout. As for the mines, no one knows if they were obliterated too. But, if you happen to be headed that way, you might want to see if they’re still around.
Sam: Right, I best head off.
Olive Westbury: You’ve been such a big help to us. rest assured, our staff will see that everyone gets their share of the aid packages you delivered. A lot of people are gonna be singing your praises before too long.
Fragile: Thanks for all your hard work. Everything there seems to be in order, but one cannot help but wonder what other facilities were affected… Anyway, you can pick up your next order from the F2 South Distribution Center. This one’s a rescue mission, Sam. Someone’s been taken hostage by the Armed Survivalists, and we need you to extract them to safety. The Survivalists have been known to kill people, so you’ll want to take extra care when preparing for this one. Oh, and it seems the tar currents have finally stabilized. So the DHV Magellan should be able to travel without issue. Call us if you need us.
Charlie: Hey Sam, Charlie here. This order is a hostage rescue operation. The target for extraction is this man. He was conducting a search in a mining region when communications abruptly ceased. We went there at the behest of the Dowser, who resides at the next facility you need to link up. Take heed that the mine in question is currently under the control of the Armed Survivalists. A faction whose members have no reservations about using lethal force and should be considered a serious threat. To make matters worse, some of them have been observed wearing armor as well as active skeletons. Such enemies will possess increased mobility and defensive capabilities. It would therefore be prudent to bring equipment to counter these advantages. There’s no telling how much longer they’ll keep the hostage alive. Moreover, saving him may help us to pursue future objectives in this region and beyond. Regardless, this is a matter of life and death for the Dowser’s friend. Give your preparations all due consideration. He’s counting on you, Sam.
Dollman: The man we came to rescue appears to be unconscious. Place him in a protective bag and get him to safety.
The Dowser: Ah, there you are. Thank goodness. And you saved my friend, too! Give me a moment to take stock. He seems to be in reasonably good health. I’m so relieved. There’s something special about you, I can tell… I think you might be just the person I’ve been looking for. This was meant to be, I can feel it. Bring me online with your Q-pid.
The Dowser: So I’m part of the chiral network now, am I? You can’t even begin to imagine how much this is going to benefit my work… As thanks, I’ve shared the schematic for a level two PCC. I sense you’ll need to build all kinds of structures to deal with the obstacles you’re going to encounter from here on out. For instance, this more advanced PCC will allow you to fabricate zip-lines. And this zip-line’s design is even better than the one you used back in the UCA. I also have another gift to share: a schematic for a boost skeleton. Throw it on, and it’ll allow you to carry heavy cargo with relative ease. And prepare to be amazed when you give it a boost. You’ll run faster than ever, and jump even farther, too. That’s its signature feature. It also has shock absorbers that reduce the damage you take from a big drop. But don’t forget that boosting consumes battery power, so make sure you’ve got enough for when you need to rely on these features. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, that friend of mine you rescued is doing well. His condition is stable, and he’s just catching up on some sleep. I can’t thank you enough for getting him out.
Sam: The zip-line’s been improved?
The Dowser: Like the old design, this zip-line enables an individual to travel quickly between two anchors. However, you’ll find it offers greater comfort and freedom of movement to the rider. Also, the lines themselves can now curve ever so slightly if necessary. Which makes zipping around more viable in areas with plentiful obstacles. You see, even if I know where the thing I’m searching for is, it doesn’t mean I can get there. That’s why I’ve been looking into tools like this to facilitate travel. And with any luck, I’ll have more solutions like this to share in the near future.
Sam: Your work?
The Dowser: I search for underground streams and mineral veins. My gift also allows me to perceive distant objects… so people sometimes ask me to track down lost items for them as well. But I only identify the general location. I leave it to my friend to handle the actual retrieval.
Sam: What was your friend doing?
The Dowser: He’d gone out to secure an item I’d located. The request came from a Drawbridge member, actually – Heartman. He said it was essential for his research into using the Beach for Jumping. Anyway, I used my gift to ascertain the item’s location. We knew that area wasn’t safe, but my friend was willing to take the risk regardless. And despite what happened, he still managed to complete the job. I’ll admit he can be a bit reckless, but when he resolves to do something, he always sees it through.
Sam: Okay, I’m off.
The Dowser: There’s another request I’d like to send your way, but I’ll need a little more time to get everything in order. I’m still in the middle of processing the item my friend recovered before he got captured. So I hope you don’t mind waiting. I hate to inconvenience you, especially since I wouldn’t even be able to make this request if you hadn’t saved him. Oh, by the way – do you like apples? My friend brought a few back with him. It’s just a shame he grabbed them before they’d fully ripened. He’s got a bit of an impulsive nature. Just his way. But don’t worry – they’ll be ready to eat soon enough. I’ll send them to you then. Thank you again, Sam.
Fragile: I’m glad you were able to get them out safely. That group was more dangerous than your average band of hostiles. And those weapons they were carrying were state-of-the-art. You’ll need to keep an eye out for them in the future. Groups like these make me nervous about letting Tomorrow spend time outside, even though she’s doing better. When you return to the DHV Magellan, you should see for yourself how much progress she’s made. And get some rest – you’re long overdue. I’m sure Dollman’s tired, too.
Sam: Hey. Uh-uh. Hey, come on.
Fragile: Tomorrow! I’m sorry, but you have to stay on board. It’s too dangerous to go out by yourself. And you’ll have to put on your shoes.
Rainy: Look at this, Tomorrow! They’re not quite ripe yet, but I think they might d- It’s okay, Tomorrow, really. For you.
Tarman: Hey, Sam. Had yourself a good kip? There’s something we’d like to discuss with you. Mind coming to the bridge for a quick chat?
Dollman: That friend of the Dowser we rescued was a very brave man, don’t you think? To go to such a dangerous place all by himself in spite of the countless potential risks. Perhaps it would’ve been better if he wasn’t quite so brave… The Armed Survivalists don’t seem concerned in the least about causing people’s deaths. It’s unconscionable. Terrifying, too. Man, the thought alone’s enough to make me feel sick. Sam… None of us can go through catastrophic trauma without being forever scarred by the experience. Trying to reclaim a sense of normalcy through routine can help the heart to heal. Your deliveries are making a big difference, Sam. For others and for yourself.
Tarman: Glad you’re here. I thought both of you should have a say in this. Listen – about the girl, Tomorrow… This is the spot where we picked her up. We’re still reading tarfall activity there, which means… there might still be a passage to the other side. It’s possible she could still use it to go back home.
Fragile: You want to send her back to that hellhole?
Tarman: If that’s where her family is, it’s where she belongs.
Rainy: You’ve gotta be kidding me.
Tarman: This isn’t her world. She isn’t one of us. That “chrysalis” we found her inside… It was filled with a fluid that contained amino acids – ones identical in structure to the kind found in tar.
Dollman: I’m sorry, there are amino acids in tar? As in proteins?
Tarman: Of course. How else did you think that chiral creatures could emerge from it? Or – to be more accurate – be born from it? Some have even theorized that the tar is a sort of primordial soup.
Fragile: Wait, are you saying that Tomorrow is a chiral creature?
Tarman: No, not at all. Her DNA and cellular structure prove that she’s human.
Fragile: Well, the world we found her in was filled with the dead. Almost like some kind of Beach. But Tomorrow herself is alive. She’s a living human being. We should look after her here. Women and children and the weak have always been easy targets. In every conflict and disaster, we’re always the first to suffer.
Dollman: But even if her world is as bleak as you suspect… she may still be happier there, surrounded by the friends and family she knows and loves.
Rainy: Friends and family don’t guarantee happiness. Not in the least.
Fragile: I understand how you feel, but I believe she should stay with us. Sam?
Sam: I was there. I saw her home… and it was a hellhole. We can’t send her back.
Fragile: Alright. I’m pulling rank and making the call – she stays. At least until things have calmed down. Understood?
Dollman: It’s hard to say what we should do about Tomorrow. That everyone is of a different opinion is to be expected. Our positions are informed by our past experiences. To me, it matters less where I am than who I am with. So long as I am in the company of those I care about, I’m happy to go wherever. But what does Tomorrow think, I wonder…? Until she can speak for herself, I believe we should go with what Fragile has decided. Did you hear that just now? It came from the hall outside.
Fragile: Sam, I can’t find Tomorrow. She must’ve left the Magellan at some point. She’s not wearing a ring terminal, so we have no way of tracking her position. And the continent is full of dangers she’s never encountered.
Tarman: I should mention she didn’t appear to have received even a single vaccination. So I decided to repurpose the batch Deadman left for Lou and gave her the full gamut. She’s been immunized against just about everything, so you’ve got nothing to worry about on that score…
Fragile: But she’s still a stranger in a world that isn’t her own. And I don’t think she’s capable of surviving out there. Not all by herself. Please, Sam. Find Tomorrow for us.
Tarman: And be sure to take a weapon with you, just in case. When you’re ready, check the main order on the delivery terminal for more information about what to expect.
Tarman: Sam, something worrying came to my attention while I was searching for Tomorrow. There have been a few reports of mechanized belligerents in this region. You should consider them hostile if and when you come in contact. So review your equipment loadout via the delivery terminal and make sure you’re prepared for anything. Only then should you pick up the next main order.
Fragile: All of Drawbridge is committed to helping you find Tomorrow. Let’s bring her back home, Sam.
Fragile: Sam; we might’ve found Tomorrow’s trail. Check the marker on your map. It may help you track her down.
Dollman: I think Tomorrow might’ve been the one who placed this ladder here. Did your adoradek just move? I don’t sense any BTs. Be careful, Sam. Be careful, Sam. It may not be a BT, but something’s out there.
Fragile: Sam, I think we’ve got a lead on Tomorrow’s whereabouts. You’ll find a new marker on your map. Use it to refine your search.
Dollman: Sam, we have to deal with these mechs first. We can find Tomorrow once that’s done. Excellent work, Sam. Now then, let’s see if we can learn anything of use from this jacket. It could point us in the right direction…
Sam: Thank you.
Tomorrow: I didn’t have anywhere else to go.
Sam: Were you trying to find your way back?
Dollman: I suppose you have friends and family there – waiting for you to come home?
Tomorrow: I don’t know.
Sam: Everyone there has passed on. There’s no place for the living in that world.
Tomorrow: Tell me – am I really alive?
Sam: Well yeah, of course you are. Do you wanna stay with us on the DHV Magellan?
Tomorrow: But I saw how everyone was fighting because of me.
Dollman: Ah, I’m sorry.
Sam: All that – that wasn’t your fault. We’re just worried about you. Wait.
Tomorrow: I don’t think I ever had a family. Do you… have one?
Sam: No. Not anymore.
Tomorrow: You miss them?
Sam: Yeah.
Tomorrow: So… I can stay on the ship?
Sam: Mm-hmm.
Tomorrow: Thank you.
Fragile: You have a very special gift, Tomorrow. It could help us. But for that to happen, you first need to learn how to control it. Wanna come work for us? You can stay on the ship as long as you like.
Rainy: This is our gift to you. As long as you have it, we’ll find you, no matter where you go.
Fragile: Welcome to Drawbridge. To our little family. Come on, let’s head inside.
Tarman: Sam, this is Tarman. We took the liberty of loading the vehicle you left outside onto the DHV Magellan. There’s something that’s been on my mind lately… You had a run in with some mysterious mechanized assailants while searching for Tomorrow, right? Well, after comparing their data to that of the gargantuan mech Higgs summoned… I’ve concluded that all of these… contraptions appear to operate on the same underlying technology. None of them have been fitted with remote operation modules, nor are they capable of autonomous function. They’re not “robots”, in other words. The bloody things don’t even have drivetrains or core units! They’re almost like puppets with no strings… They don’t require chiral network coverage to function, either. Though I’ll be damned if I know how that’s possible. It’s almost as if they’re spirit-driven machines… “ghost mechs”, to give them a name. I’d say it’s a safe bet that there are more of these things out there. So to ensure that you’re prepared to face them, we’ve added a ghost mech archive to the VR weapons and combat training program. Access it to check out the data we’ve collected regarding these mechs so far. Anyway, next up you’ll be disembarking to go and connect Heartman’s research facility to the network. He’s an old mate of yours, I understand. Once you’ve made your preparations, access the Dowser’s delivery terminal to get underway. Of course, the DHV Magellan can take you directly to the Dowser’s shelter if you like. So, if that’s your preference, go ahead and give us the order to head there.
Boy (vision): Dad… Mom…
Girl (vision): This way!
Dollman: I’m so relieved that Tomorrow was unharmed. She must’ve been terribly nervous, trying to brave an unfamiliar world. But she’s safe now thanks to you, Sam. And now we have to show the girl that we’re equipped to take care of her. That the DHV Magellan is a place she shouldn’t be afraid to return to – a place that she can call home. I was surprised by how effectively Tomorrow was able to fight those mechs. The way she took advantage of the tar and used her unique abilities against them—it demonstrated impressive improvisational skills. But her capacity to rapidly accelerate the age of any material—or enemy—she comes into contact with… I can’t help but be a little jealous. But there are other ways I can contribute to your work, and I hope to continue doing so.
APAS: Thank you for your service. Proceeding to order confirmation. The condition of this cargo is above average. Your assistance is appreciated. Please use your Q-pid to initiate a network connection.
APAS: Connection to chiral network established. Condition assessed as good. Thank you for your service.
The President: Greetings, Sam. This is the President. Once again, you’ve done it. The northwestern part of the Australian continent has been successfully connected to the chiral network. As a result, the probability of a new plate manifesting on this continent has significantly increased. As for what comes next, I believe a Drawbridge ally is stationed at this facility. By strengthening your bonds, I have no doubt you will be able to accomplish even greater feats. So don’t let me keep you. Your friend is waiting inside.
APAS: Facility doors have been unlocked. Please use the entrance to proceed into the facility. Please, proceed inside.
AED: Administering shock. Stand clear.
Heartman: Upper Beach reference frame confirmed. UB coordinates are l=47.37, b=+6.32.
Sam: Heartman.
Heartman: You’re looking well, Sam. Thanks for coming. It’s been a while.
Dollman: Ticker still holding up?
Heartman: Thanks to this support unit, I can flatline… anytime… anywhere… without worry. No need for beds and the like either. I can sleep… standing up. Not bad, eh?
Sam: Still looking for ‘em, huh?
Heartman: I am. They’re a large part of the reason I came to this place.
Sam: You okay?
Heartman: I’ve been rather unkind to my heart. You might say I’m on the verge of heartbreak. Still, it’s a small price to pay for mapping the Beach. And now that my work here is complete, I can accompany you all on your journey. Oh, we… undertook the Beach mapping program to help determine the most efficient strategy for linking up Australia. While near death, I traversed the Beach and provided location data to APAs, which it used to build a database. Oh, APAS was my partner in this, you see. I also collected water samples from the various Beaches I visited. Which I duly deposited in the form of my own tears. Apparently, the water somehow circulates between them and the world of the living. The samples were required to study the phenomenon.
Dollman: This is the first I’ve heard of it. I didn’t think this was your field.
Heartman: Oh, it isn’t – far from it. I collected the samples for the benefit of a collaborator. In the process, I placed a greater strain on my heart – but it’s nothing to worry about. Like it or not, they all wear out sooner or later.
Sam: You sure you okay? You all good in there? Is that all you’re gonna take?
Heartman: Yes, everything I need is already stowed on the DHV Magellan. This here is my… insurance. Well then, shall we go to the DHV Magellan?
Sam: Whoa.
The Hydrologist: Please take good care of him, okay?
Dollman: That was a close one.
Heartman: Ah, Sam. You’re the last to arrive. But now we’re all here, let’s get to it. Recently, I received a number of strange mails that were… apparently sent to me by none other than myself. And Fragile has been receiving similar communications too. Isn’t that right?
Fragile: Yeah. I got a few about Lou’s records.
Heartman: It goes without saying… I did not in fact send them. It’s all very distressing. Gave me palpitations. An especially concerning mail reached me not long ago. Attached were some highly sensitive UCA documents on BBs and chiral communications technology. Including classified records of the BBs who were sacrificed to build the foundation of the chiral network. These extraordinary children were the catalysts required for the network to route data through the Beach. They served as a bridge between the Beach and our world. Hence the “Bridge Baby” moniker. They were originally intended for the sole purpose of sustaining the chiral network. I’d like to discuss the implications of these records in my possession, but before that… I can tell you how Bridge Babies were developed in more detail, if you wish.
Sam: Sure, I’d like to hear that.
Heartman: R&D commenced shortly after the Death Stranding was first observed. The inciting incident having occurred during the performance of a cesarean section, to save the child of a brain-dead mother. But perhaps the rest should be explained by someone who remembers the period. If you’re willing to indulge me.
Tarman: I can’t speak with any authority, but if you insist… When the obstetrician touched the fetus during the procedure, it’s said they glimpsed the Beach. Subsequent research revealed that the unborn children of stillmothers possessed a special connection to the place. While communications utilizing the Beach had been theorized, the framework was incomplete. These children proved to be the missing link. Afterwards, development of the chiral network began in earnest. Or… so I’m told.
Sam: Wait. I have a question.
Heartman: By all means.
Sam: What about when I was putting Mexico on the grid? Or my work in Australia? Have I been condemning kids this whole time?
Charlie: Worry not, Sam. The new Q-pid model does not require a human catalyst. You can be assured of that.
Heartman: Bridget was president when this all began… And she wouldn’t permit women to be deliberately rendered brain-dead in order to produce BBs. But the Bridges researchers were not deterred… and they pressed on with their plan, in spite of the president’s misgivings. To secure test subjects, it seems Bridges smuggled pregnant women into the country from Mexico among other places. Consequently, they were able to produce the BBs needed to make the chiral network a reality. And four years ago, the first Bridges expedition embarked on their journey. This is what I received on the sacrificial BBs. Including backups, a total of ten units were prepped for integration. But only nine were used to lay the foundations of the North American network. I attempted to ascertain the whereabouts of the tenth, to no avail. But as Drawbridge, we should have a higher security clearance than me personally. Just to be prudent, would you mind running a search? As Deadman determined, there was another BB-28 that existed before Lou, which was decommissioned. Fragile later discovered that, four years ago… Lou was assigned BB-28’s serial number, and for reasons unknown, placed into storage. Now, the first expedition also set off four years ago. And they could surely have made use of another functional BB unit. Yet, again, for reasons unknown, Lou remained in storage. So did they have other plans for Lou? Was Lou deemed unsuitable for sacrifice? Or was Lou excluded from the mission for some other reason?
Sam: Like what…?
AED: Cardiac arrest imminent. Thirty seconds remaining.
Fragile: Not finding anything here. All of the official records claim BB-28 was decommissioned. That’s it. There’s also nothing to suggest a connection between the missing BB and Lou.
Heartman: Still, we know for a fact that they played a part in the first BB experiments. So we have to ask the question – did Lou play one too?
AED: Three. Two. One.