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[A deep, British voice begins broadcasting on the network, no video attached. There is a slight bit of noise in the background, nothing loud, but white noise, indistinguishable and generic. He could be broadcasting from anywhere.]

Good evening. My name is John Harrison. I'm a traveler, brought to this place by what appears to be an error. I have no memory of this place on Earth, and I'm quite well-traveled.

Tell me, is this Network of devices always on? Is there always a listener, some warm body on the other end, ready to give and receive advice and succor? I do find that remarkable.

Is there anywhere that isn't suffering from this...illness that's literally plaguing this place?

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