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"Where is Doctor Alexander Gromov?" I asked one of the Echoes.

The dead man's echo answered me with its last conversation.

It spoke not in a direct response to me, but forward and sideways, across time itself:

...the evidence says otherwise.

Look here you Ignoramus,
directorate Admins built an entire mega-city with a backup server up on the Moon!

You cannot dislocate me to hide the Truth!

What are you doing with that DOOR? NO! STOP!
Arghhhhhh!


The end of the dead human's speech showed evidence of a troublesome deed. Someone was meddling with the structure of space-time. Someone was re-writing the rules of the Universe. Someone was hiding... something. Why?

What were they trying to accomplish? I cannot tell.

A few pieces of the puzzle did stick together:

Alexander was the Primary Admin.

When Annie shattered, the Moon must have taken Alexander's Echo hostage.

If I was to get my answers I'd have to find my way to the Moon!

 

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Vitaly S Alexius

  • Canada
  • Archbishop of Captania and sovereign territories
  • https://www.rom.ac

Bio: I was born in the year 1984, in the 4th most polluted city of Soviet Union.
On April 11/1997 fate has given me an unexpected twist and by means of aerial transportation I was dislocated 5555 miles across the Atlantic Ocean to Ontario, Canada, wherein I currently preside in an 1890 cathedral and partake in writing and drawing things.

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