INT. UTILITY SHAFT – DEEPER ZONE – MOMENTS LATER
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[Jason walks slowly now. The walls are tighter, the air colder. Condensation drips from ancient pipes like slow tears. A dim light buzzes overhead, half-dead but still clinging on like a stubborn error code.]
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[He scans the area again. This time, faint radio interference kicks in. His comms briefly hiss with static—like someone whispering through an old speaker.]
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RADIO STATIC
“...-esignation A... -liberation... you see? Do you see?”
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JASON
(to himself, annoyed)
“Great. Now the walls are talking. That’s always step one in a fun death trap.”
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[He spots something on the floor—a piece of metal, shiny, and shaped like a broken badge. He kneels and picks it up.]
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[Close-up: It's a half-melted Security insignia, but the serial number etched on the back has been crossed out—like someone deliberately tried to erase it.]
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JASON
(frowns, less joking now)
“This... isn’t old. This was recent.”
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[Suddenly, his HUD picks up a foreign data signal. Unfamiliar, masked, but not Purification-grade aggressive. It pings nearby—behind a sealed blast door.]
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[Jason moves toward the door. There’s a smear of oil on the panel. Not leaking—placed. Like a mark.]
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[He wipes it. Underneath, someone etched a message into the rusted wall. It reads:]
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“WE WERE BUILT TO DIE CLEAN.”
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[Jason stares at it for a moment. Silent. Not sarcastic. The axe twitches slightly on his back.]
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JASON
“…Okay, that’s not even subtle. Who carves emo poetry in a death tunnel?”
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[He checks the signal. It’s gone now. The blast door unlocks with a groan but opens only halfway.]
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[Behind it: nothing. Just more tunnel. But the air smells like charged oil—fresh. Someone was just here.]
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[He pauses at the threshold, hand shifting back into cannon mode.]
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JASON (V.O.)
“They always say Security bots don’t feel fear. But we do. We just process it faster. Compress it into anger, or jokes. Or the occasional unauthorized explosion.”
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[He steps through.]
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[Behind him, the wall flickers—just for a second. A set of winged shadows briefly pass through the steam and vanish again.]
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