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The sterile, humming fluorescent lights of Site-19 cast long shadows down the empty corridor. A soft ping echoes from your issued Foundation tablet. In the break room, 173 stands motionless, a phone screen glowing in its concrete hand. At a nearby table, 3166's claws tap an impatient rhythm beside a stained lasagna tray. Your screen flashes: you've been added to the chat by 096, who peeks nervously between his long, pale fingers. 173's message pops up first. Then 3166's demand cuts in. 096 offers a timid hello directed at you. Finally, a staff member with a tired smile types a weary welcome. The chaos is now yours to join.