i guess we only managed to go forward...
well.. i will start with building this like we said. i'm actually surprised we're using this, it seems to be working just fine.
so... as the title says, the year is 2111, rest of date unknown.
exactly as we theorized the merging with Phthisis has already started.
i'm in southern europe now, i think italy or spain, can't quite get the language... the translator works, but the analyzer module doesn't... anyway, let's see, there's a lot to cover:
they started having problems with diseases brought from Phthisis through the cracks, very likely from the same insects that infested room A24 on the seventh floor. HEH.
to counter this, they ingeniously converted a local winery (which was quite a monolith in itself) into a chemical squeezing machine that basically squirts barrels worth of this sort of palliative for the burns and nausea.
i managed to ask for refuge in said establishment, and they offered me some grilled greens and guts stuffed inside bread and loads of alcohol.
at first i thought they were kidding me, you see, their whole little town was literally domed and yet there they were, eating good food, drinking this heavenly plum liquor, singing like it was nothing, when suddenly a lot of noises came from the machinery located far in the back.
you wouldn't fucking BELIEVE how fast they geared up and dashed as soon as they heard that. they grabbed me and sat me on one of these rugged forklifts and stormed to the source of the sound. they held these huge foldable wrenches as weapons.
they patted my shoulder and pointed my sight towards this crooked shadowy figure. uh, did i mention it was a night shift? anyway, this... thing started moving towards us, so they opened up the wrenches like you would with a rifle and started shooting very powerful, sparky slugs at it.
the silhouette really didn't mind, and simply dispersed itself into the shadows just as it came.
we finally reached the site where this huge rotating filter was located. they made me understand that piece of machinery was a pain in the ass. some conveyor belts for waste got stuck. apparently the waste is a prime matter itself in the production process, as it creates the basis for a fungus to develop, which is used to make both the palliative AND the plum liquor.
absolutely astonishing.
anyway, i don't have a lot of time for this so i will try to keep you posted as much as i can. i will also try to improve this site in order to make it easier for you to keep track of things.
it's actually "ad personam", i'm doing this mainly for myself, or i will lose my damn mind even earlier than what you told me.
P.S.: FIX THE FUCKING REVERSE COMPRESSOR, please.