> SAY "While you're getting the oxygen back up, could you tell me the stuff that's not in the file? Am I a good person? Do I have a puppy? Do I vote Republican? Does anyone love me?"
You ask Emma some important existential questions about your life before you lost your memory.Emma:
"Hoo, boy. I'm not exactly a people person, but as far as I know you were a bit of a loner, made some friends in security, I think the guy was called Thatcher. No idea how he's doing right now, though. The facilities do allow pets, but I do know for sure that ours does not contain any, so no puppies for you, I'm afraid. Politics are a bit of an old-world idea, so no idea there, and on the love department... well... umm... I really don't know. Sorry..."
Emma looks a bit flustered for a bit, but quickly regains composure.Emma:
"On the oxygen-thing, I've been looking over some documents. I can't make much out of the technical stuff, but I did manage to confirm that there are three fresh-air supplies to the main facility. One is the green facility, which is blocked off by flooded tunnels and as a result we lost flow from there. Blue facility also has a dome, albeit a smaller one, but with the alarms going off I think we can safely say there's no flow from there either. The last backup system is a chemichal system situated down on level 4, but it has to be engaged manually. That means there are a few possibilities. Either no-one has engaged it, and everyone in the lower levels is choking to death just like we will be in a while..."
Emma frowns and rubs her eyes, glancing at her oxygen supply.Emma:
"Not much left for me, by the way. Maybe an hour with luck. The other option is that someone HAS engaged the atmosphere generators, but with the flooding on the lower levels, the other survivors have shut off the upper levels, cutting off our air as well. That's about it, as far as I can tell..."
Emma looks exhausted, possibly because of the poorer and poorer quality of air she is breathing.