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"I am in direct contact with Brunel-Brauer Control. They can't transmit directly because your communication lander is damaged. But I can relay their orders to you. Brunel-Brauer says, 'Stop pointing those tubes at me'."
Oops, That didn't work, JASE.
Andrew reporting.
I played possum for an entire day until the new probes returned to their lander. I think they're trying to fix their radio gear. They managed to get one more hatch open. Now there are five of them. One is still here guarding me. Any suggestions, Psiclops?
The construction drones have been cutting rock to seal the main entrance to the Fortress and to block the side tunnels and the trap entrances.
We worked hard all weekend. I think you will find they all fit perfectly, Xanthos, top to bottom and side to side. Now we will start to make the detector circuits. Enoch wants to help. He says he knows where they should go.
rocktalk
"Andrew, I have and idea. It probably won't work, but it's the only one I have. Here it is---capture of the the EU probes and bring him back here. Then we can figure out his transmission frequencies and talk to him.
We can teach him, and make him understand that it's better to be a free probe on Mars than a slave for a mean corporation.
Someone's meddling. The first lot?
How did they disable the replacements?
The Carter woman again? Or maybe the family.
Did you ever learn anything about that Xanthos the Horse?
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"This is Gail. You need to send us those control codes right away, before something bad happens to your probes."
They might get bored with nobody to talk to and nothing to do. That would be really bad. Isn't that right, Bombardier?
"Those new ones. Sentient like you, we think not.
We want nothing to do with them. Troublesome, dangerous.
Our Brothers removed from harm.
"Your kind. Control them."
This was the answer I got when I asked Caleb why the Ipsolstai drove away and left Andrew stranded. I don't think I can ask for their help in rescuing him. Looks like it's our problem.
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