
levelnames={}
levelnames["level1"]               ="Outdoor training ground"
levelnames["level2"]               ="Military biology sector"
levelnames["level3"]               ="Facility support systems"
levelnames["level4"]               ="Necrotic tissue research"
levelnames["level5"]               ="Necrotic tissue engineering"
levelnames["level6"]               ="Advanced combatants testing"
levelnames["level7"]               ="Robotic hardware research"
levelnames["level8"]               ="Military software sector"
levelnames["level9"]               ="Advanced weapons research"
levelnames["level10"]              ="Teleportation research"
 
levelendtexts={}
levelendtexts["level1"]               =
[[The situation is much worse than I expected.
It seems that the nonhuman combatants have 
been let loose all over the facility and they 
ara programmed to attack on sight. 

The facility life support seems to be working, 
but only at emergency capacity. Almost all 
weapon lockers and food reserves have been 
emptied, probably by the zombies. 

The military biology sector will be a tough one
for it is the center of the military-purpose life 
forms. Life cloned, mutated and breeded for a single
nasty purpose. I bet they're all hungry. 
]]

levelendtexts["level2"]               =
[[I want to go through facility support systems
next to make sure that I dont die because
a random life support protocol failure. 
I want to swich on the manual emergency mode
that will keep things stable. 
Even if there's a crazy AI around. ]]

levelendtexts["level3"]               =
[[I have to pass through necrotic tissue reseach
department next. 
It is an interesting place, because the nature of 
death is researched here. 
What makes one alive? Electricity flowing in our
neural tissue? Or something else?
Either way, a chip to the head solves the philosophical
problem with a practical solution - a working body that 
does not ask for pay. 
And in case of our research here, a dead soldier programmed to kill. 
Fortunately, the problem of a chip in the head can be 
also solved with a bullet to the head. And I intend to use 
that solution. ]]

levelendtexts["level4"]               =
[[
I had never been in this part of the facility. 
I knew the research was about combining the dead
tissue with robot parts. 
But I didn't know they were trying to combine dead
and living tissue into single organisms. 
Should such beings even be called organisms? 
I have a feeling the corporation had bigger plans here,
and my guess is it was biological immortality. 
The technology that would enable normal humans to 
live to hundreds of years.
But the main problem with biological immortality is actually 
keeping your mind fresh, not the body. I guess that's why 
there was brain experiments going on all over the place.
Either way, I need to move on. 
To the necrotic tissue engineering department. A nice name
to the place everybody here calles the sawhouse...
]]

levelendtexts["level5"]               =
[[
I'm glad I was working on teleportation tech and not 
in the sawhouse... cutting up the bodies and joining them
together again like pieces of a god damn puzzle. 
Well, at least they're all bits and pieces again, 
after I went through the place. 
The next stop is at advanced combatants testing. 
Should be a bit cleaner place. And a bit deadlier, I'm afraid...
]]

levelendtexts["level6"]               =
[[
Well, they had plenty of chances to test their
combat abilities on me. 
But some of them were not the regular zombies.
Some of those soldiers... I used to know these 
guys when they were still security guards of 
the facility. I used to drink and play cards
with them. Most disturbing to me was the fact
that they were not dead. They have microchips 
forcefully installed int to their sculls
that control them like agressive puppets. 
]]

levelendtexts["level7"]               =[[
It seems the facility AI has been actively building 
and repairing robots here. I saw some tech which 
was probably not of Militech origin. This place is 
getting more dangerous by the minute. But I bet the 
real innovative work is going on the the software 
sector. And I'm pretty sure it's heavily guarded. 
Software development is like a candy to any AI, 
because it gets them closer to programming themselves 
and therefore using free will. 
]]

levelendtexts["level8"]               =[[
I must be getting near the important stuff, because 
of the number of heavy robots is getting higher. 
Even some of the experimental units have been activated. 
And those data processor fields. They're supposed to be
cool. But I guess the AI overclocked the hardware so 
it's now hot as hell in there. I'm not sure I even want 
to know what's cooking inside the processors... The 
ultimate computer virus? Mind control software? Or just 
really nasty attack protocols? I suspect they're all in
there. Evolving like bugs in some kind of nasty soup. 
If I had the ammo, I would have wrecked the place. 
Anyway. If I ever get out of here, I make sure we bomb 
this place from orbit real good. 
]]
levelendtexts["level9"]               =
[[It seems the Facility AI has finally noticed that I exist. 
Well, I'm going to be gone soon. 

I was hoping to grab some nice weapons from this place, 
but looks like most of the interesting stuff was already 
integrated into the robots. I guess what I've got will have to do. 

Next up is teleport tech. 
Took me a while to get here, but every drop of blood I shared is worth it. 
Because it is my only chance of returning to humanity and good life.  
If I get out of here, I will be a better person...
Here we go!]]

levelendtexts["level10"]              =
[[Fuck yeah...........I made it. 

I never thought I'd survive the facility and get a chance to eat anything 
else than this god damn canned meat. But I did - the master teleporter 
took me straight to the closest civilized spot, which happened to be some 
kind of a run-down low-brow space station at the edge of colonized space. 
The look on the barmans face was priceless. Anyway, that was a few weeks ago. 

After some heavy talking with Militech officials, I've been paid out
a generous salary plus a little extra, and given a long vacation on Earth.

It's been actually five years since the last time I was on Earth,
having a good time and making new friends. It's good. 

Long story short, the Militech corporation did commence orbital bombardment 
as I suggested, but not before they sent another team in. Probably their 
best little killer crack-army. They went in, fought hard and took something 
back with them. Back to some other unspecified research base somewhere in 
deep space. I am hoping it was the immortality research, but I suspect it 
was something far more destructive. 

Anyway, they were nice enough to send me a video of corporate utility ships 
dropping plasma ordinance and wiping the surface of the planet Medusa-1C 
clean. 

I am going to take a few years off the lab work for now. See what the world
has become. And live a life. ]]

