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Processeur 1

It's still the entrance of the processor, just after the ventilation system. The heart is much further away. You can't see it. We've already tried a few times. The drones prevent us to do so. We just know where it is; the volumes can be deducted in this area.

The image was caught just in time. The one who took it wanted to check. It might have been presumptuous of him, but then again, we know a few tricks. Sometimes connections break, after too strong vibrations. Usually the drones repair them, sometimes not.

So he wanted to see if the troubles had taken physical shape. The processor had been mute for a little while. We were stuck. How could we repair it?

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Processeur 2

Reparateur

Anyway, this time, there was nothing he could analyse, and he went as far as he dared. Nobody had been that far yet. He almost got caught up by the arms. Maybe they are not dangerous after all. No one has been slow enough or bold enough to check it.

In the end, we never found the breakdown, a repairer showed up. A stroke of luck. Maybe.

But anyway, we'll have to learn more. We had almost come to blows before he arrived. Some wanted to explore further away, whatever the risks might have been. Others asserted we were too few to risk lives.

Now that all seems to work, nobody talks about such a poker stroke. But the problem remains whole.



Processeur 3

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