``The last picture.``

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Mike roamed through the abounded halls, until they had reached a room with a huge screen, cracked and chipped, covered in moss slightly, but it felt like there was still a chance that it might work, so with a bit of hope, he searched for a switch... the screen took a hot second, but, flickered on. He tensed, the screen showed a bunch of files, like a computer, but, he needed to figure out what had happened, there were some files with interesting names, but one stood out from the rest.. "MemoriesOfOurs.exe." He decided to click on it, slowly, hoping he wouldn't crash this piece of already destroyed metal and screen, and luckily... it opened. Pictures from the previous years, long ago, everyone, Maria, to Evan being in them, but, most had passwords to each picture for some reason, like top security, he sighed, but waited patiently, trying to find anything that helped him piece together, what happened..until he flinched, a pause of silence. A picture that he remembered was too familiar. He and her. When things were at a more peaceful time, well, things were peaceful for him..until the VR set had fallen off, realizing that 9 years Xlo was 'gone' for, was all a simulation. With others being stuck in the simulation in chairs as well, even B-2, as he somehow came back at the time. But this one was clear, this was the most recent picture that he had access to. This gave a slight clearance on when it all occurred, something after this.. He checked the date... ->``May 12th, 20xx.`` It's clearly been a while, but he couldn't pinpoint when it happened, at least the minimum of 10 years, but, with how things looked, it felt like it's been over 50. ``. . . Has it been?`` He hoped... Maybe his beloved isn't dead, or his family, or anyone, as everyone looked...alright when he woke up, well, rather than the VR headsets, they looked..'fine'. But then why is everything so destroyed..? . . . Why did they have the VR headsets? WHO did this? WHO built this? When? What? Why? He felt as if everything was lost, a loss of words, his hand clenched, but, soon stopped, letting go...and clicked off the file, and began scavenging around the files to try and find those answers he desired for... no... . . . The ones he needed.

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