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Ward 7
My chemically induced peace was short-lived. This time, the news alert informed me that the farmhouse had burned to the ground, and Guardians found remains inside.
The anger was gone in a second, replaced by a vacuous emptiness.
First Jeb, then Marya, and now our home, all gone in a matter of a few sols and for something no one has been able to explain to me.
How can I stay safe if there is some danger out there waiting for me, but I have no idea what it is?
I didn't bother trying to occupy my mind with chores this time. I only wanted to solve one puzzle: what is so important about this little bit of metal?
Jeb risked his life to get it to me. It's my only lead, but they don't make tech with port structures anymore. I couldn’t imagine building one without acquiring some rather obvious components. Even if I managed to put together one that worked, I would still have to hop over the protocols that disabled port connections and successfully install it into my digital link.
I wish I knew if Pauly was still at the library. With his help, maybe I could—
Wait a millichron!
Pauly already gave me a URL bar port! When I was working on the networking project, he scrounged up an old digital link. It has a bar port; I remember using it for offline access on the farm. My excitement was dimmed instantly when I remembered that the last time I saw it was when I left it in the bolt hole out by the well…something like nine solarii ago.
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