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1:55 AM
[There is nothing broadcast to the dome 'today', for Marina is an empty simulation now. Come midnight of Day 443, every last ounce of inmate data was ported out to home worlds, shared or true. Severed of its limbs, Sector 0 existed only so long as its server power allowed it. And come that midnight hour, power had been indefinitely shut off, suspending it the way a sealed room can be preserved for decades.
But all was not yet done with Marina Nova Asylum.
There were still loose ends, ways to trace or track the information on and about those people ported out. The data needed to be properly cleansed and destroyed. They could go without doing it, Jaden especially, but something in him didn't feel like he could rest until he was certain he'd done his part to help those freed remain that way.
It's with reservation that he connects once more to stand amongst the empty sector, feeling it scream at him in silence after such a period of time since he last visited. He wears the familiar guise of his avatar, remembering the feeling of having limbs with a soft quirked smile. He'll miss these inmates as he missed the others.
He plays one final jaunty tune for himself as he begins categorizing data for deconstruction.]
But all was not yet done with Marina Nova Asylum.
There were still loose ends, ways to trace or track the information on and about those people ported out. The data needed to be properly cleansed and destroyed. They could go without doing it, Jaden especially, but something in him didn't feel like he could rest until he was certain he'd done his part to help those freed remain that way.
It's with reservation that he connects once more to stand amongst the empty sector, feeling it scream at him in silence after such a period of time since he last visited. He wears the familiar guise of his avatar, remembering the feeling of having limbs with a soft quirked smile. He'll miss these inmates as he missed the others.
He plays one final jaunty tune for himself as he begins categorizing data for deconstruction.]