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[27 July , 3485, 11 p.m.
A wasteland on the outskirts of
northwestern Kamesland.
A half secret military
and research facility]

AnonSoldier1: Okay, finally. this is the last truck. Something concrete?

AnonSoldier2: No, just one load. With SMM certificate.

AnonSoldier1:Only one? Wha? Where is this from?
Bring the whole truck just for one stupid box?

AnonSoldier2:We do not have access to this information. Plus a certificate.
Take it on a trolley and take it to yours. I don't have a time.

AnonSoldier1: Okay, Awesome Kamesian logistic.

[few minutes later]

Soldier4(Jacko): Uh.. last one, finally we can relax.
Agzim? you're going to stand there.

Soldier3(Agzim): Night shift is night shift.

Soldier4(Jacko):Come on. What bad things could happen in a warehouse in the middle of a guarded base?
You'd better at least grab something to sit on and we'll play cards.

Soldier3(Agzim): Okay, okay.

Soldier4(Jacko): Why are you not in the mood today?

Soldier3(Agzim): I don't feel like playing cards...