The control room is a room with some strange units that look like cabinets and computer panels that resemble medical devices.
And glass stretches across the room, through which you can see the frozen golems.
So that's where they go! Canned! But why? Since they are here, sleeping, does this mean that the Ninth is wandering somewhere, and they can be reprogrammed. They are only formally alive, but in fact they do not differ much from robots.
Hmm... I have this magazine, maybe there will be hints in the computer? Well, some file with the name "access key to control golems - secret." There must be at least some mechanism, there must be a mechanism for managing these blockheads?!
Only where?!
In general, full of determination, I went back to the lower level to enter a new password that this clown virus created there.
She came, sat down, began to count the number of letters and write them in alphabetical order.
And so, the password came up, the system booted up and a desktop appeared in front of me ... Uh-uh ... What should be a desktop. Outrageous! Who thought to use such a menu?! Is it all a virus?!
- Are they crazy?!
After a few minutes of my bombing, I figured out what was going on. Some idiot set cloud access to autostart. Server in general. This crap appeared, but the normal desktop has not gone away, you can rummage through the files, read the mail ... Ahem ... So what's with the cloud? A lot of points in fact, even some garbage excursion.
Visitor program.
Why not? I'll look at what they offer here for visitors, and then I'll start purposefully looking for the necessary information. No, just wondering how it is served for naive suckers.
Please answer a few questions for authorization purposes
— What-th-his? What the… Eh?!
Yes, I went crazy with this?! Damn, if the one who sits at this computer got here, then he cannot be a stranger, and if he really is an intruder, then it's useless to hide something! Who ever thought of doing this?
The first question came up:
Which neomitochondrial sacrifice caused the blockade of New York?
I chose Melissa. Not only because it used to be a password, but also because I was shown a story about those events. Not very detailed, but informative.
Some weird paranoid people work here.
Which of the theories speaks of a common ancestor for people from Africa?
Pf ... The question, of course, is more complicated, but do I not know the origin of my name? I was named after this theory!
Of course, "Mitochondrial Eve".
Which organelle has its own DNA?
HELLO?! Just had an answer!
What's wrong with them?! Mitochondria! Who wrote these questions? If we are going to be delusional, then let's only ask what the Asylum employee will know and no one else. Well, like, my blood type, real age or date of birth, panty color... These scientists disappoint me.
It's not that I'm an unusual girl ... Ordinary girls in two years do not develop to twelve biological ones, yes, but that they have a sucky implementation of access. Even I know about inms, that my strength comes from mitochondria and why I am Eve! God, thank you for inventing natural selection. Cretins like that shouldn't survive.
Then I was given a few suggestions:
1) Laboratory manuals.
2) Research.
3) Questions.
I decided to stop on questions. I have accumulated questions for uncles in bathrobes, and why not ask them to the system?
First, I wanted to know about my mother. Yes, I know that I was literally created from a test tube, but... Where did they get... A DNA sample? Someone was used as an example of me. Well, in the image and likeness, so to speak.
The question is eternal. Everyone wants to know their origin in order to be able to get their hands on the future... A controversial topic, really.
And I wanted to.
Am I not alone in the world with such strength? Is there some more?
Having entered a question in the search, I froze, waiting for the answer to load, my heart skipped a beat ... But then the result appeared.
Aya Brea
Beautiful blonde with Asian features. Not as cute as me, but still beautiful, probably the most beautiful girl in the world.
Does she know about me?
No idea ... These idiots could get burned on any nonsense.
Am I her clone? Well, it's clearly stated that they took her sample to create me. Like it or not, I'm a real clone, not even a genetic daughter, I'm... Pure. Rummaging through the system, asking questions, I realized that their goal was to create me, as similar as possible and ... I don't have a father. Literally. Only material from Aya.
Either a twin, or a clone ... But not a mother?
They definitely wanted to plunge me into the abyss of ayanya, make suffer.
Taking off my helmet, I simply pressed the off button on the monitor. The screen is off. The surface reflects light quite well. A similar face stared at me, a moment ago I saw her, and now I myself ... One face. Blue eyes, blond hair, Asian features... I'm cuter, but...
We are literally one person.
Putting the helmet back on, I returned to studying the information on the computer.
The system refused to give out some information, referring to the fact that the owner of the account was blocked and, in general, had already died a little and had expired the admission.
How did you work on a computer back then?
Digging, I realized that people are incorrigible idiots.
Access was closed, but who will clean the basket ?! What about the hard drive? Weakly go through the folders and delete important information? So there is still access to the local area!
— Aaa! I was created by complete idiots! It's time to grab your head and scream.
As a result, I sent to a nearby printer to print out all the information about my mother, as well as about golems, other small things about inms, the Neoteny 2 development program.
Oh, no one can stop me now! Now I can create my mafia family with magic and golems! True, you will have to go there again, to the control room, but no problems will arise. Frozen golems are not a turkey, they won't melt in the microwave, the process is more complicated there and I hope I can give them at least some commands. Well, for example, to fill up the Ninth.
As a last resort, I will find mops and shove each one to the best, so that they simply do not relax.
But in general ... As I understand it, no one is going to feed me? We should go to the kitchen, look for food, maybe there is something left. I won't touch the animal feed. Not that crazy yet.
But first, the golems. Eat later.
