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Heartman: Oh! I hope I didn’t wake you, Sam. I had some news that I wished to share. A schematic for a marvelous device has been added to the level two portable chiral constructor. It’s called a transponder. Once you’ve built two or more in separate locations, you’ll be able to travel between them instantaneously by way of the Beach. The forensic mapping of which, made this breakthrough possible. Safe houses and large facilities such as distribution centers have already been outfitted with transponders. You should make the most of them.
Charlie: Sam, this is Charlie. We have another assignment for you to attend to. Head to Heartman’s lab and access the delivery terminal to pick up this main order.
Dollman: Heartman’s condition is cause for concern. There’s no sugar-coating the tremendous strain he’s putting on his body. His is undeniably one of the hardest twenty-one minute syndromes to live with. The regular disruption to his circulatory system and the flow of blood is damaging all of his organs. And let’s not forget that the heart itself has a great many pain receptors. A part of me wishes I could swap places with him… Not that my body could ever serve as a suitable substitute for his.
Woman (vision): What kind of cargo?
Man (vision): I have to smuggle them in.
Dollman: Huh, now who was that…?
Charlie: Sam. The next major site to be linked to the chiral network is in the eastern reaches of the continent – East Fort Knot. Our original plan would have had us route a connection through North Fort Knot, allowing for a simple and direct trip. Unfortunately, that city was completely obliterated by a voidout. As a result, we have had to devise a new approach, utilizing a series of connections between preppers in the region. Easier said than done, of course. Some of these preppers are currently refusing to join the network. But according to APAS’s latest stimulations… Enlisting the cooperation of the Pizza Chef should enable us to win over these holdouts. Your first objective is therefore to bring the Pizza Chef online. And it just so happens that the cargo he’s requested is being stored at this very facility. It’s been designated a chilled delivery due to its sensitivity to heat, so you should transport it at night or in the rain… Or perhaps take advantage of a pickup off-roader’s covered cargo shelf, which should ensure it doesn’t get exposed to direct sunlight. Undertake the main order on this delivery terminal when you’re ready.
The Pizza Chef: Welcome, and thank you for coming. I’ll inspect your cargo. Excellent work. This cargo is in perfect condition. I knew you would arrive soon. You are a very dependable man. Please connect me to this network of yours.
The Pizza Chef: Thank you. This technology is remarkable. I expect I’ll receive plenty of new business. And speak of the devil – a new order just came in now. I look forward to seeing you again soon, Sam.
Charlie: Excellent work, Sam. You’ve made a big difference today. According to APAS’s analysis, pizza-hungry individuals in the area could prove instrumental in the further expansion of the chiral network. Anyway, let’s press on to the next site awaiting you and your Q-pid, shall we? It bears mentioning that the denizen located there has a reputation as a very cautious individual. Take care not to give them cause to doubt your intentions. Go ahead and pick up your new main order from the delivery terminal on-site so we can get underway.
APAS: This cargo has been designated “Keep Flat” and requires urgent delivery.
The Architect: Wait, is this what I think it is? Is this a pizza made by you-know-who? I’ll confirm order status right away. Don’t want that pie to get cold on me. Now that’s fast – and I mean really fast. Damn – that really hit the spot. I can’t thank you enough. I’d like you to connect my shelter to the chiral network.
The Architect: I’m really online. Incredible… Oh, I’ve just shared my chiral bridge schematic with you. You should be able to build it right away if you happen to have a level two PCC in your possession. These bridges can be crossed more quickly than standard ones – though they won’t function properly when it’s raining. They’re a little something I whipped up as a thank you. Really didn’t take very long, either. You know – that pizza really made my day. Actually, I’m the one who built his restaurant’s oven. Glad to see that he’s been making the most of it. It’s not easy being an architect these days. I just wish I had the freedom to do my job properly.
Sam: So you designed the pizza chef’s oven?
The Architect: Well, we did it together. It was a passion project. We had to refine the design over and over until the pizzas came out just right. We got there in the end though. That first pie we had together… was unforgettable. If I close my eyes I can still remember how it tasted.
Sam: Why’s it hard to be an architect these days?
The Architect: Because mine is a dying art… There was a time when I believed that nothing was higher than “architect”, but now, whatever I make will succumb to timefall or be destroyed in a voidout. Now structures can be fabricated with data shared throughout the network… which is terrific. But this just means there’s no longer any need for me to actually build something with my own two hands. I don’t know how I should feel about having fewer opportunities to practice my craft…
Sam: How do chiral bridges work?
The Architect: Well, once you’ve constructed the foundation, it generates a chiralgram that functions as a bridge. They’re useful when there’s limited space to build, or when you need to traverse a gap with a difference in elevation. I also added some modifications that allow you to cross these bridges more quickly. But since high concentrations of chiralium destabilize chiralgrams, chiral bridges won’t function when it’s raining or snowing. It’s a safety restriction, implemented to prevent accidents. Even so, these bridges should still come in very handy.
Sam: I’d best be on my way.
The Architect: It’s nice getting a chance to talk with someone else. Pay me a visit again sometime.
The Data Scientist: Testing, testing… Hey! Hiya-peko! Hiya-peko! Hoya-pekooo! You’re a porter, right? Wow – you did a great job getting past my traps! It’s been extra dangerous lately, so I might’ve orderone it – my bad, peko. It’s so cool that you did all that just to bring my delivery. Lemme see it! Fast! Super fast! Almost a little too fast, peko! Wow, you did all these jobs as a peko-package deal!? Someone’s been a good boy. You’re pretty cool, you know? My kind of guy, peko. The ch-ch-ch-chiral network! The thing that’ll connect me to, like, everyone! Boom! Hook me up, peko! Do it!
The Data Scientist: We’re online, peko! This should make my surveying work a lot easier. And I guess I can chat with everyone now, huh? As a reward, I’m gonna hook you up with a silenced assault rifle and special boots to help you stay extra sneaky. That plus an AI camo suit made just for you! Wearing this suit will make it so the AI cameras won’t be able to detect you, peko. My mole mines absolutely positively won’t chase you anymore! Things have been bad around here lately. Crazy murder-bots tearing stuff up, or so I hear. I took precautions to protect myself, but I’ven still been so worried that it’s messing up my sleep… But this delivery you’ve brought has made my day, peko! This isn’t exactly a reward, but I want you to use it heaps!
Sam: Things have been bad lately?
The Data Scientist: I mean, I’m the one who invented mole mines! But now other people are using them too! I don’t know how that’s possible, unless someone leaked my data to them. Man, that sucks! Well, if it comes to it, then we’ll just have to throw down, peko. Make a final stand! Fight to the bitter end! I’m peko-pared to do that if I have to – thanks to you, of course.
Sam: Did you create the mole mines?
The Data Scientist: Well yeah, but you know… The only one you can really count on to look out for you is yourself. And it’s super dangerous around here. Data analysis and application is a specialty of mine, so I used my skills to whip up the little guys, peko. They’re linked to AI cameras that identify enemies by checking visitors against registered friends. Then they zoom through the earth and… boom! Can’t shoot ‘em, either, ‘cause they’re underground. A bit extreme, I guess, but it sure keeps intruders away. I didn’t think anyone would be able to get past them! But I’m glad you did, peko.
Sam: Crazy murder-bots?
The Data Scientist: They’re everywhere these days. Mech-like things carrying weird weapons no one’s ever seen before. Don’t ask me who made them, though. Or who controls them. It’s all a big mystery. Having said that! In my peko-fessional opinion, this might just be a rare research opportunity! I’ll bet I could analyze their weapons and make it so you can take advantage of their tech! I wouldn’t have been able to create the weapons I gave you without your support, you know. So if I come up with anything new, I’ll give you a heads-up, peko.
Sam: Bye for now.
The Data Scientist: Super big thank you, peko. Oh, I turned off the mole mines, so you don’t have to worry about them when you leave. Keep on peko-ing on! Bye-bye!
Fragile: Great job as always, Sam. I’m guessing you must be pretty tired. Get yourself back to the DHV Magellan and take a break. Oh, and Tomorrow seems to be more talkative lately. Maybe the two of you could find time for a chat?
Tomorrow: Fragile, what is “Tomorrow?” We didn’t have that where I came from. I don’t understand what it means.
Fragile: Do you know what will happen to these buds? They will turn into flowers. In the space of a day, they’ll have completely changed. Living things can’t help but change, you see. They can’t stay the same forever.
Tomorrow: But where I came from, nothing ever changed. So does that mean I’m not alive?
Fragile: Listen – you are alive. The person you were yesterday is different from the one you are today, and the one you’ll be tomorrow. You’re changing. That’s what living is. To change and to embrace change. To transform.
Tomorrow: Is this what my “tomorrow” will be?
Fragile: Yesterday becomes today, which in turn becomes tomorrow. They’re all connected. For better or worse. And death is not the end.
Sam: Death is not the end.
Fragile: Welcome back, Sam. You should get some rest.
Sam: Alright. Good night.
Charlie: Sam, it’s Charlie. Your assistance has been personally requested once more. Access the Data Scientist’s delivery terminal to undertake this main order. One more thing. The details of this particular order merit careful review, or so I’ve been informed. Don’t let them down, Sam.
Dollman: So that was the esteemed Data Scientist. They didn’t take much convincing to become a part of the chiral network after all, did they? I suppose the appeal of APAS’s analytical capabilities was too much to ignore. And they must be quite the fan of pizza, too. The considerable weight of our last delivery did not escape my notice. Just how many pizzas do you think the chef was able to pack into that container? Huh—A suit that prevents its wearer from being recognized by AI cameras. Eyes are the most prominent sensory organ of many lifeforms. Those of us who specialize in psychology often learn a great deal about them. You see, what the eye and the camera perceive is compared against past experiences and data to yield a conclusion. Perhaps this suit exploits a flaw in how AI cameras perform this function. Which is to say you shouldn’t presume you won’t show up on these cameras. But I think it may utilize a form of optical “jamming” to obfuscate your appearance. In this way, it ensures the system doesn’t interpret you as an intruder. Sam… I see that the Armed Survivalists have gotten their hands on a new assortment of weapons. And our own arsenal has since been expanded courtesy of the Pizza Chef. People seem less and less inclined to give others the benefits of the doubt these days. I fear it’s going to continue to get harder to earn the trust of strangers in the future.
The Doctor: Thank you. I’ll get this cargo processed right away. I’d say this is practically perfect. I had a feeling you were the right porter for the job. We’ve been waiting eagerly for your arrival. We’re ready to join the chiral network.
The Doctor: We appreciate your help. Before you go, I have another favor to ask of you – in private, where we won’t be overheard. There’s a back room just past that terminal. I’ll be waiting.
Dollman: What is this? We came here in peace.
The Doctor: It’s alright. They don’t mean us any harm. You must be Sam. Thank you. Couldn’t have been easy getting here. Folks call me the Doctor. My sisters and I don’t normally allow men inside, but… for patients, we make an exception. It’s clear you’ve suffered greatly for this child’s sake. Haven’t you? May I, Sam?
Sam: Yeah.
The Doctor: Oh, these. They’re chiral hands. So your BB’s passed on?
Dollman: You have DOOMS, then, I take it.
The Doctor: I do – and it’s given me an unusual gift. I can remove a BB from a stillmother’s womb without resorting to invasive surgery… and safely place it in a pod, with minimal distress to the fetus.
Dollman: Without using any tools whatsoever? So you’re a psychic surgeon, then?
The Doctor: A “psychic midwife” is what they call me. When I was with Bridges, I used these techniques to remove BBs from their mothers. Sam, you may be suffering from persistent complex bereavement disorder.
Sam: Is that why you called me here? To tell me I got issues?
The Doctor: Sam, we’re the Motherhood.
Sam: The what now?
Motherhood Guard A: This shelter is a safe space for mothers.
The Doctor: Women and children would come here, seeking peace. They also came because I could examine stillbabies. I’d move the fetus to a pod and perform what I would call a “transposed screening.”
Sam: Guess that’s why they call you doctor. So, are you saying your technique allows you to treat stillbirth syndrome?
The Doctor: A BB pod is functionally no different than an incubator. And I was eager to bring our unborn children into the world. So, I thought I would give this little one a chance. Stillbirth or no, I was convinced I could bring a fetus to term outside the womb. So I um, I placed him in the pod. And a moment later, his heart started beating. And then, after three minutes it stopped. I tried as… as quickly as I could to get him back in the womb, but… it was too late. The stillbirth was… no longer viable. I’m sorry, Caesar. Over time, I tried to refine the pod tech to find a way to help women, and their children. But… treatment and life extension… are impossible. All I could do was look. Even so, word got around, and mothers in need of support started coming here. But unfortunately not long after, men came knocking too. Men who wanted women. What could I do? I was only a doctor who delivered babies… and nothing more. Luckily, I had strong women around me. Mothers who were willing to stand up and fight for the sake of us all.
Motherhood Guard A: But as soon as we decided to take up arms, our man “friends,” only got bolder.
Motherhood Guard B: If we don’t fight back, they’ll enslave us.
The Doctor: We can’t and won’t lay down our arms till our safety is guaranteed.
Sam: Where’d you get your hardware?
Motherhood Guard B: Weapons factory’s been pumping ‘em out nonstop. It’s why all the locals around here are toting new toys. Got plenty more of their new releases in the armory downstairs.
The Doctor: Sam, we want you to shut down their operation and halt the spread of weapons.
Motherhood Guard A: Stop them. Please.
Motherhood Guard B: Please.
Dollman: Prior to proceeding, we’ll need to confirm the precise location of the factory. Let’s make our way back to the DHV Magellan, Sam.
The Doctor: Sam, wait!
Sam: Yeah?
The Doctor: There, all finished.
Tarman: Sam, this is Tarman. We’ve got an emergency on our hands here. I’m afraid the DHV Magellan is out of action – we can’t move an inch. A cursory inspection confirmed that some critical parts of the propulsion system have become clogged up with tar. Our usual decontamination methods won’t cut it. We’ll need a special tar dissolvent to clear out the blockage. The F2 South Distribution Center was kind enough to source some for us. I’d like you to pick up the order on site, collect the cargo, and bring it back to the ship. Meanwhile, we’ll be doing everything we can to keep ourselves from sinking further into the tar, as well as gathering information on the weapons factory. Don’t let us down, Sam.
The Hydrologist: Oh, excuse me. Nice to meet you.. Ah, wait. We’ve met before. At this very facility, in fact. You might remember? My hand, at least. How’s our mutual friend doing? Heartman and I have been working together to study water samples collected on the Beach. My research prevents me from leaving this place, so I’m going to have to rely on you, Sam. Allow me to review your order information. Did you really bring all this just for me? It’s going to be a big help. I see you found that missing cargo of mine. And there I thought it had been lost for good. I’ve made great strides in my work thanks to you, and want to give you this data as thanks. I’m increasing the amount of materials you can use here. My way of helping you. The schematic I’ve shared is for a refined extra battery. It boasts increased capacity, despite not being any bigger than the old version. It’s one of the research projects I decided to take over from our mutual friend in preparation for your arrival. I think there’s still plenty of room for improvement, though. You know, Sam, we’ve actually got something in common – DOOMS. I can hear the waves of the Beach, and sense the flow of tar in the earth’s crust. This is what led me to suspect that water might be circulating between the Beach and our world. As I immersed myself in my research, I also discovered that my body had begun to undergo certain changes. I had developed a condition that affected me every twenty-one minutes. I know – just like a certain someone. Our symptoms are a little different, though.
Sam: What can you tell me about twenty-one-minute syndromes?
The Hydrologist: First of all, only DOOMS sufferers seem to develop them. In my particular case… I-uh… vomit every twenty-one minutes due to a form of gastric reflux spasm syndrome. The muscles of my stomach cease to function properly for a time, and everything in my system comes back up. I’d rather others didn’t see this, so I keep to myself in a back room. That’s where I was when you first came to this laboratory. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to greet you properly then.
Sam: I’d best be on my way.
The Hydrologist: I hope I can call on you again. Please tell our friend I say hello.
Tarman: Thanks for the help, Sam. And apologies for greeting you as a chiralgram, despite all the effort you’ve put in on our behalf. I’m tied up with ship repairs at the moment. Can’t afford to risk contaminating this work site either. Anyway, let me check your cargo… On ya, Sam. This cargo looks to be in perfect condition. It’s no wonder your clients speak so highly of your work. Cheers for that, Sam. This’ll take care of that blockage, no worries. We’ll get started right away.
Fragile: We can handle the blockage. It’s fine. I’d rather you get some sleep, so you’re ready to tackle your next order. By the time you wake up, we’ll probably be finished anyway. Enjoy your rest.
Fragile: Sam. We’ve used the information provided by the Motherhood’s Doctor to identify the location of the weapons factory. Stopping the supply of these weapons at the source will make it far easier to carry out future missions. Whereas leaving the factory alone only increases the risk of networked facilities coming under attack in the future. So, let’s shut it down ASAP. Tarman has already made preparations. Access the DHV Magellan’s delivery terminal to pick up this main order. Tarman will explain the rest.
Tarman: Sam, your next order is a little complicated, if I’m being honest. I’ll brief you on the particulars while you review the relevant information. Go ahead and accept this main order on the terminal. Okay, Sam, this next order calls for you to infiltrate a weapons factory and disable the weapon fabricators you find within. The factory is located in this area. Although it’s outside the chiral network, they have fabricators capable of producing advanced weaponry. We don’t know what kind of security they have on site, so make sure you’re prepared to face anything and everything. There’s also a vital piece of equipment you’ll need to take with you. We’ll get it ready once you’ve finalized your route. The ring terminal expansion device is designed to support the ring terminal’s hacking capabilities. The factory where the weapon fabricators are located is outside the bounds of the chiral network. And APAS has determined that you won’t be able to hack into them with your ring terminal alone. But with this device in your possession, all you need to do is access the fabricator terminal. It’ll be hacked and rendered inoperable before you know it. Once the terminal is out of action, they’ll have no way of getting the fabricators up and running… And they’ll likely conclude it’s not worth the hassle to try and make weapons here again. Hacking the weapon fabricator terminal will also simultaneously extract any data stored in its drive. So be sure to bring the expansion device back to the Magellan once the fabricators are disabled. You’ll need to submit it to the ship’s delivery terminal to complete the order. We’ll conduct a full analysis of the data you bring us. Oh, and a word of warning: this device contains unique components that can’t be reproduced with a chiral printer. So whatever you do, don’t break it. Get the job done, Sam.
Dollman: Okay, we’re here. Use your ring terminal expansion device to hack into the fabricator terminal. Ok, those fabricators are toast. And we’ve extracted the necessary data as well. Let’s make our escape and return to the DHV Magellan — don’t forget to bring the ring terminal expansion device with you. Don’t stop now.
Higgs: When did you start gettin’ your hands dirty, my good porter? (sings) Let that yawn out, There’s no pretending, I will hold you, And protect you, So, let love warm you, Till the morning… (laughs) Hey brother. Did you miss me?
Sam: Hell no.
Higgs: Yeah I figured you’d pay this place a visit. Seeing as how I’ve been distributing the fruits of this fine factory all over the continent. With guns and violence, the whole damn world could be yours. Same as it ever was. Oh, looks like you decided to trade in that rope for a stick this go-around. Well, I suppose even a porter has to pull the trigger from time to time. Oh, what about you? Hey buddy. Are you just another soulless little husk, huh?
Dollman: Let go of me!
Higgs: Oh…
Dollman: Pathetic guitarist! Where’s the rest of your band!?
Higgs: Well ain’t that something…
Sam: Was it you, Higgs? Huh? Was it you that killed Lou?
Higgs: You still don’t know, do you. Sam the man — in the dark. About everything.
Sam: What the fuck do you know about my kid!?
Higgs: If you want answers, you’re gonna have to find ‘em yourself. But… the ones you do find — that pain you nurse… will only get worse. Now I gotta say, I’m not a big fan of that fancy boat your friends brought along, so… Before they show up, how about I give you a little taste of that endless agony? Something special, just for you. Bit of that “rope’” you like so much. This here —my guts— They’ll grow tighter over time. You best believe they will pop your head blean off. But… You… are a repatriate. Meaning you’ll just keep coming back… Only for my boys here to keep doing their thing over and over again. So you’ll just die and die and keep on dying for all eternity!
Sam: Get off me!
Dollman: Sam! Sam!
Higgs: Yeah, really is a shame you won’t stay dead. But hey! Locking you in a cycle of endless suffering… well, that’s good too. SO let’s let the glorious game over loop begin! The fuck!? Alright, Big Red, let’s you and me dance, huh? Woo hoo! Goddamn! Oh shit! Son of a bitch is like me? Sorry Sam! We’ll have to have our fun another time!
Sam: Hey—who the hell are you? No, wait—
Dollman: What on earth was that red behemoth anyway? The way it wielded that sword was almost reminiscent of a samurai. A friend of yours, perhaps? Hmm… In any event, I think it’s time we left this place. C’mon, Sam. Let’s get going and return the ring terminal expansion device to the DHV Magellan.
The Doctor: Appreciate you stopping by. Please wait while I review active orders. We assumed this delivery was lost for good, but here you are, proving us wrong. We’re so grateful for your help. It’s only right we share this with you. We’re increasing your allocation of materials. Make good use of them. I don’t know if you’ve been using them much yourself, but this is a new model with increased capacity. There are people in these parts who won’t hesitate to use force to get what they want. I suggest you take this with you—just in case things get rough out there. Keep it close on the way back.
Fragile: Hey Sam, glad you’re okay. I’ll check your order status right away. That was some incredible fighting. I knew you had it in you. I’m glad we could confirm that Higgs was involved. Though I still don’t understand how he escaped the Beach. The ghost mech forces are definitely under his control. And Higgs is determined to spread weapons to every corner of Australia. The information we retrieved from the device you brought back to us only serves to confirm this… We now know for a fact that the weapons popping up in this region can all be traced back to that factory. But that’s not all we’ve determined. We’ve also learned about a new type of fabricator—one that wasn’t present at the weapons factory. It’s not clear where they’re being used or what they’re producing, but this likely means there may be another factory out there. We’ll look into it.
Charlie: Great work, Sam. That factory won’t be capable of producing weapons ever again. The Motherhood should rest a little bit easier with that knowledge. Higgs remains a concern, however. It is indeed possible he has another factory elsewhere in the continent. It seems we’ll need to proceed with greater caution in the days and weeks ahead. Upgrading the Magellan may also be worth considering. As for you, Sam: you need only to continue expanding the network.
Fragile: For now, Sam, you should return to your private room and get some rest. You made a real difference today.
Rainy: Aaashita tenki ni naaare!
Dollman: She’s at it again?
Rainy: Wait! Looks like clear skies.
Rainy: “Let the sun shine tomorrow.” It’s a Japanese game to predict the weather. I learned it as a kid. This is rainy. Cloudy. And sunny. A charm to ward off evil spirits. To help keep Tomorrow safe. Hope it’s right.
Tomorrow: Doesn’t it always rain whenever you go outside, though?
Rainy: Yes… But deep down in my heart, it’s really sunny. Always.
Tomorrow: Okay, your turn.
Rainy: Okay, let’s do this. Ashita tenki ni naare.
Tomorrow: There, now it’ll be sunny.
Rainy: Bye, Sam!
Sam: Bye. Whatever.
Dollman: Sam, the neck injury you suffered during your altercation with Higgs appears to have healed. You know, I’ve been thinking about what he said at West Fort Knot. He claimed that extinction wasn’t his creed—that he wanted to build a world where fear and violence are king. I can only assume that, at present, he lacks the means to set the Last Stranding in motion. So instead he’s settled for trying to pit people against one another, so they can tear the world apart for him. The weapons factory was just a means to that end. All the more reason why we need to rely upon the rope that is the chiral network to bring the whole continent together. But that’s not all he said, of course. He wanted to get under your skin with those comments about Lou. To get his revenge by inflicting as much pain and suffering as possible on the undying repatriate. Personally, I think you should try to put it out of your mind. Focus on finishing this journey, and in doing so finding the closure you need. That’s one of the reasons we took to the road, after all. That, and finishing the network to bring forth a new plate gate. Let’s carry on, Sam. One step at a time.
Charlie: Sam, Charlie here. Another assignment has been registered in the system. You can pick up this main order by accessing the Motherhood’s delivery terminal.
Dollman: Aaashita tenki ni naaare! Oh, right. My shoes don’t come off… Oh well. You know, Sam, I was just thinking… I spoke with Rainy earlier. She tells me Tomorrow’s making excellent progress with her studies. Before we left to see the Motherhood, she was tackling and solving relatively elementary problems… But it seems she’s since progressed to intermediate and higher-level ones. At this rate, she might well surpass our own capabilities before long. To learn is to grow—and to watch her grow so quickly has been a delight. Ah yes. Those apples Rainy gave us do look tasty, I must say. Such bright, healthy colors. Perfectly ripened in my estimation. How fortunate that we received so many.
Charlie: Sam. Do you remember the coffin Higgs used to make his escape from the weapons factory? Well, it seems we’ve identified a similar-looking object. The Mechanic—whose shelter you’re slated to link up next—reached out to us. He’s asked us to go and retrieve this object on his behalf. I’ll give you a more detailed briefing as you review the request. Accept the main order on this delivery terminal to proceed.
Charlie: Hello Sam, Charlie here. This next order requires you to retrieve a piece of cargo. Said cargo… is located somewhere within this Armed Survivalists’ base… And is a distressingly familiar coffin-shaped object. Additional devices of unknown purpose appear to have been delivered to the base as well. While much remains unclear, securing the coffin for study may provide us with intel on Higgs and his movements. The Mechanic is eager to conduct an analysis, and we have every intention of cooperating with him. That’s all the additional information I have for now. There may be more surprises in store for us during this operation. So take all due care in plotting your route and finalizing your equipment loadout. We’re counting on you, Sam.
The Mechanic: I’m glad you could make it. Did you really manage to retrieve the device? I’ll need to assess its condition. Excellent. I think this is about as good as it gets. Ah, I know this. I’ve been looking all over for it. Been waiting a long time for you to get here, friend. I understand you have a Q-pid? Then go ahead and connect me to the network.
The Mechanic: Fascinating, this ocean of information… It’s so much more than I imagined. Enough for me to make great strides in multiple avenues of research. I hesitate to call it a reward, but I would like to present you with this. It’s a classic collectable—sure to help you make lasting memories. I’ve finished my examination of that coffin. And now I can share with you the coffin board schematic. It’s essentially a coffin that’s been equipped with an electric propulsion unit. Who made it and for what purpose is anyone’s guess. I just happened to stumble across the associated data while I was studying the one you recovered. I’m also curious how such a bizarre device came into the possession of the Armed Survivalists. Even though the weapons factory has been destroyed, this and other dangerous tech has been popping up everywhere. We need to use all methods at our disposal to protect ourselves.
Sam: What kind of countermeasures?
The Mechanic: I’ve been thinkin about how I might make vehicles sturdier, for one. Much of the surrounding area is flat and level terrain that’s well-suited to them. A reinforced ride would be a good ally when facing survivalists, I believe. But I still lack the materials and knowledge to complete my designs. Which is why I could really use your assistance, if you’re willing.
Sam: Dangerous tech popping up everywhere?
The Mechanic: The Armed Survivalists have been making use of some new equipment lately. You’ve seen them yourself no doubt. Devices that utilize chiralgrams. Weapons are flowing freely again too. There must be another supplier out there somewhere. Perhaps if you ventured into the survivalists’ territory, you could find some clues as to the source of the problem. Though I wouldn’t risk going in there unprepared.
Sam: Coffin board?
The Mechanic: Again, it’s a coffin that’s been outfitted with an unusual propulsion unit. It draws up tar from beneath the ground to create a layer upon which it can glide. It’s not without its limitations, though. I seriously doubt it will function outside of network coverage. And it’s clearly the product of a deranged mind. Regardless, it’s not impossible—it might come in handy. Test it in the field and see for yourself what you think.
Sam: Okay, I’m heading off.
The Mechanic: Thanks again for all your help, friend. Oh, and by the way, the Data Scientist just posted a sub order for you in the system. Sounds like she’s got her hands on something intriguing. You should at least take a look at the request. But I won’t keep you. We both have work to do.
Charlie: Sam. The coffin you recovered for us is being examined by the Mechanic as we speak. APAS’s own analysis has concluded that while there is no evidence that Higgs was ever inside it… The technology it utilizes is undeniably related to that of the ghost mechs. Meaning it’s possible that Higgs is still fabricating all-new kinds of weapons. Now, as for the coffin board that the Mechanic was kind enough to share with you… It’s much more than just a mode of transport. If you’re within network coverage, you can hide inside one and retreat into the tar currents. This provides an opportunity to catch your breath—or to attack the enemy with a stun bomb. The board you brought back had the very same functionality, so we’re very lucky you stole it from the Survivalists before they could learn how to use it. It would be terrible indeed if we had to contend with enemies attacking from the tar beneath our feet. I must commend you on a job well done. Thank you, Sam.
Fragile: Thanks for doing your part, Sam. I know that wasn’t an easy job. The time has come to finally connect East Fort Knot to the chiral network. That said, it will take a while longer for the necessary cargo to be ready for transport. So let’s use this time for everyone to get some rest. Between decontaminating the ship and searching for the weapons factory, it’s fair to say everyone’s been feeling the strain. You and Dollman have had to complete several difficult orders recently too. Wrap up any pressing unfinished business, then return to the Magellan so you can take a break. We have a long road ahead of us, and we need to manage our health to make it to the end. On another subject—would you mind if I borrowed that instant camera the Mechanic gave you? I bet Rainy and Tomorrow would love to try it out. Apparently they’re pretty rare these days. It’ll be a fun experience for them.
The Pioneer: Huh? I don’t remember posting a delivery order. Hell, not once in my whole life have I ever looked to a porter for support—just not my way. Whoa! This is that shit I lost the other day! Awesome! Hang on a tick while I check it out! You found this? You seriously found this shit? Oh man, this is like the greatest day ever, thanks! I like you, dude! Like maybe too much—and I’m not just saying that. But I bet I can like you even more so I’ll toss you extra work. Q-pid? This part of that trailblazing comms tech I’ve heard so much about?
The Pioneer: So, this is that chiral network folks’re all raving about! I’m the Pioneer, by the way. I travel the world, like my father and his father, and so on. Gotta say, I didn’t think network stuff could hold a candle to roughing it in the real-word. But, like, you can use this thing to research past events and whatnot right? Maybe even the voidout that tore shit up around here back in the day. Oh, I shared one of my grandfather’s favorite gadgets with you. Call it a thank-you gift or whatever. It’s a deployable shield. This isn’t the safest place, if you know what I mean. Wind up in a firefight, and you’ll learn to appreciate its value real quick. Why not take it for a spin sometime?
Sam: There was a voidout here?
The Pioneer: Yeah, there’s this massive crater just over to the west. Was made by a voidout, of course. The same one that took out North Fort Knot in the blink of an eye. I don’t know the details, but word is that people saw an omen or something. Like right before the voidout, this huge shadow fell over everything. Sounds pretty weird, doesn’t it? That’s why everyone’s convinced this voidout is different from all the others. And if we could figure out what the deal was, it might help us avoid a repeat someday. Worth looking into, at least.
Sam: You’re a pioneer, huh?
The Pioneer: I’m the third-generation pioneer, actually. It’s my calling—I was born into it. My family’s been traveling the world since my grandfather’s time. Searching for stuff no one had ever seen before. But then, a dramatic twist: Cause of the Death Stranding, we had to dramatically reduce the scope of our epic “journeys of discovery.” And then another dramatic twist! The expansion of the chiral network across Australia has a chance of making a brand-new plate gate appear, or so I’ve heard. And if it does appear, we can travel to another continent. Meaning, this network might just allow me to carry on my family’s globe-trotting legacy!
Sam: Deployable shield?
The Pioneer: It’s a shield you can deploy in a flash just by holding it at the ready. Talk about a name that tells the whole story, am I right? So yeah, it’s perfect for defending against frontal attacks—and if you wanna just stick it in the ground, hell, you can do that too. With that strategy, you can use it as cover and pop out to take shots. I guess you already know how to use a shield, though, yeah? Anyway, with this little baby backing you up, you can power through a fight taking minimal damage—or make a break for it if you need to. Makes life much easier—I guarantee it! You won’t know how you got by without it. For real!
Sam: See you around.
The Pioneer: Just wanna say again that I appreciate you. Alright, back to it! Oh, I mean wait—wait just a sec. Sorry. I forgot to mention that I’ve got some cool shit here that I’ve found, as well as a couple of rare gizmos that my grandfather left me. So come back again if you’re interested. Good luck with the deliveries, dude.
Fragile: Sam, I need to tell… I’m so sorry, Sam.
Heartman: Sam, it’s Heartman. Do you have a moment? I’ve been wondering—is there a child on board with us? I ask because there were building blocks in my room, and I certainly don’t recall putting them there. Unless you know something about them…?
Dollman: Maybe they belong to Tomorrow? She’s taken an interest in all kinds of things.
Heartman: Yes, that could well explain it. Right. Sorry for bothering you.
Fragile: Did you manage to get some rest, Sam? I hope so—your next order is ready for you. This time you’ve been asked to deliver some cargo to East Fort Knot. But you need to travel to West Fort Knot to pick it up—and that’s quite far from your final destination. The DHV Magellan can take you straight there, at least. Plot a course for us and we’ll get underway. Drawbridge is on standby for now, but once you accept this order, you can be assured that we’ll provide you with whatever support you need. See to your equipment, then head to the West Fort Knot delivery terminal to get started.
Tarman: Hey Sam, Tarman here. We used this recent downtime to modify the DHV Magellan so you can change its exterior color at will. If you access your ring terminal while in your private room, you’ll see a new customization function is now available. So if you’d like to change things up before tackling your next order, you’re more than welcome to do so.
Dollman: When I saw that coffin, I was reminded of a rather unorthodox type of psychotherapy. The patient lies down inside a coffin, which is then closed, plunging them into darkness. In being subjected to this simulated experience of being laid to rest, they may find a measure of peace and comfort. If you spot a coffin that seems suitable for this, why not climb inside and see what happens?
Rainy: Get in, girls, say cheese. Are we all in this? Hey, Sam.
Sam: Hi. What’re you guys doing?
Fragile: Nothing important.
Rainy: Can you take a picture of us?
Sam: Umm, sure.
Rainy: If we wanna do it right, we could choose somewhere else…
Sam: Alright.
Rainy: Why don’t you choose?
Sam: Umm…
Rainy: That’s a nice photo!
Fragile: Thanks—it’ll make for a great memento.
Tomorrow: I love it!
Fragile: You take care, Sam.
Sam: Alright. Later.
Tarman: Sam—it’s Tarman. This order calls for the delivery of some specialized medical equipment. West Fort Knot is the only place nearby with the facilities capable of fabricating it. Unfortunately, the DHV Magellan can’t assist with transport. The risk of tar contamination is too great. Which means you’ll need to take it the overland route. It’s a lot to lug all the way to East Fort Knot, but there we are. Hook them up to the network once you’re there, and we’ll move the ship to your position.
Leon Easton: Appreciate you coming all this way. Y’You’re a lifesaver. I’m not just saying that either—I mean it! Seriously, we owe you! Right—let’s get this cargo processed ASAP. Wow, there’s so little damage, I had to squint to see it. Seriously… What’s your secret? We’re so grateful for your support. Put us online with your Q-pid. We’re ready.
Leon Easton: Looks like we’ve finally become a part of the chiral network! Between this and the life support systems you brought us, we can begin giving proper treatment to all the folks suffering from chiral contamination. Oh, I got a little present I’d like to give you as a thanks. Take this with my compliment. Those beauties are pretty hard to come by these days. And I just know they’ll look great on you. Oh, in addition to that… I’ve shared the data for a bokka skeleton. It’s a piece of equipment specially tailored to porter work, allowing you to carry lots of cargo without difficulty. Ideal for keeping your balance while making your deliveries—steep slopes and rivers are no match for this baby. It’s bound to make your next runs much easier, and it’ll help you expand the network, too. You know, before you came along, we lost a lot of people to chiralium exposure. For a while there it felt like we were counting the days until the inevitable voidout. But it seems like we’ll be able to avoid that terrible fate after all. We won’t fall victim to the same tragedy that befell North Fort Knot. O-Our facility here at F4 isn’t just a network connection point, it’s also a key distribution hub for the eastern part of the continent. Without it, lots of folks would lose access to deliveries, and you’d have no chance of extending the network any further. And without a fully linked up continent, we’ll never get to see a new plate gate manifest. No need to worry, though. You’ve guaranteed we’ll be around for a good while yet. Rest assured that we will keep working to improve our skeleton tech. Mm-hmm, we’ll be continuing our research into road development, as well. All to bring this continent into the fold.
Sam: Road development research?
Leon Easton: As a major distribution hub, we conduct research and development into all manner of delivery-related technologies. The bokka skeleton is one such product of our work. And lately we’ve been thinking of ways to create next-generation roads. Something allowing for faster and safer deliveries—there’s plenty of room for improvement in the conventional designs. Since you brought us onto the chiral network, we’ve started gathering all kinds of useful data on the subject. But we’re gonna need more before we’re finished I think. We’d be grateful if you could help us out on that front. Thanks for everything, Sam.
Sam: Bokka skeleton?
Leon Easton: Personally, I’ve always admired the bokka. They’re traditional porters that used to work in the Japanese wilderness. No matter how dangerous the mountain trail, they’d always power through with heavy loads on their backs. I’ve never met any of them myself, of course. But when I came out here with APAC’s first expedition, I heard some interesting stories about a local prepper as we were traveling through Mexico… This guy was apparently the genuine article—a real working bokka. You could always head back to Mexico and try to track him down, if you’re interested. We actually developed the bokka skeleton while referencing stories and official records of their activities. You might say it’s a skeleton tailored to the needs of modern-day porters like yourself. Simply wearing it will vastly increase your maximum carrying capacity. Oh, it offers superior gripping capabilities, too, and helps you keep your balance while hauling tons of cargo on your back. When traversing snowy mountains, rivers, and other places with poor footing, this skeleton is an excellent choice. Now that you’ve brought us onto the chiral network, I feel as though we can finally see the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. Our equipment still isn’t as good as we want it to be at the moment, but we hope it’ll be of use to you.
Sam: North Fort Knot?
Leon Easton: North Fort Knot was deemed critical for the expansion of the chiral network in northern Australia. But due to chiral contamination, a lot of folks began dying, and one day a voidout wiped the city right off the map. We’ve actually been observing similar conditions here at East Fort Knot. Dramatic changes in the tar currents and rising chiralium levels have had everybody fearing for the future recently. But thankfully, you came—you put us on the chiral network. Me and all the staff here are committed to sustaining this pillar of the chiral and distribution networks… A-And doing everything in our power for you and Australia.
Sam: Bye then.
Leon Easton: We’ve got a lot riding on you Drawbridge folks. I hope you won’t let us down.
The President: Hello Sam, it’s me. More than fifty percent of the Australian continent is now connected to the chiral network—and it was you who made this possible. On behalf of the company, allow me to extend my sincerest thanks. It’s likely that the difficulties we face will only continue to increase as we press on. But you and your comrades will rise to the challenge. Of this I have no doubt whatsoever. The probability of creating a new plate gate rises with each expansion. Do what you must to make it happen.
Tarman: Sam. It’s happened again—a disruption in the tar currents. We won’t be able to head your way just yet.
Dollman: Sam. This could be the result of that “Nirvana” phenomenon, right? We won’t know unless we take a look outside, though.
Dollman: I believe we’ve seen this before, Sam.
Sam: Is it calling to us again?
Dollman: Sam? Are you thinking of going back there?
Sam: Well, if that’s not an invitation…