Upon seeing the various incredibly obvious notations done by Mobius, Afton helpfully points them out to Klein, who somehow had not noticed them before this. Afterwards, it only the brief task of translating the code into something understandable that needed to be done. Something that was completed incredibly quickly with both Afton and Klein working on it.

"THERE! I SEE IT! THE OVERRIDE SEQUENCE FOR THE FORBIDDEN ZONE!" Klein exclaims but Afton is less enthused... ​​

"It's a trap." he states, not doubting his conclusion in the slightest.

"A TRAP? NO, MOBIUS WOULDN'T BE SO DEVIOUS AS TO... NO, HE WOULD... REGARDLESS, LOBOTOMITE, YOU WILL GO TO THE FORBIDDEN ZONE AND EXACT OUR REVENGE ON MOBIUS!" Klein says.

Afton just shakes his head, "Have you gone senile or something you jar-brain? WHY, would Mobius put the key needed to access his base in schematics? WITH NOTATIONS LITERALLY POINTING THE KEY OUT!?"

"WHY, IS IT NOT OBVIOUS?" Klein asks, staring at Afton's glowering face before continuing, "REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY! IF HE WAVES THE KEY IN OUR FACES, WE WOULD NEVER THINK TO USE IT AGAINST HIM!"

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Afton palms his face, "Nyx, are these guys really scientists? Or did someone replace the scientists brain with imbeciles?"

"Such a task would require incredible sneaking... As I don't remember such an occasion, I doubt such a thing is possible."

Afton throws his arms up in exasperation, "Youknow what? I don't care anymore. I'm just going to march over to Mobius and kill him, if he obvious traps don't kill me first."

"THAT'S THE SPIRIT, LOBOTOMITE! AND PLEASE, IF YOU CAN, DON'T HESITATE TO DIE WHILE YOU'RE THERE." Klein says.

Afton just shakes his head and walks away, all he wanted to do now was rest until tomorrow and put a bullet in Mobius. Afterwards he could turn his attention to Klein and the rest of the Think Tank... Hopefully, he wouldn't have to do anything he probably won't regret.

Once he's back in the Sink he's greeted by Alfred. The Smart lights were still on, increasing his intelligence by +2 by simply being present. He reciprocates Aflred's greeting before reaching into his satchel and pulling out the other personality chips. Thus far, he'd activated Blind Diode Jefferson and Lumina.

"Let's see who's next." he mutters, picking out a personality chip that looks almost completely repaired, [Biological Research Station Personality Module].

Afton rolls it in his palm while asking Alfred which machine it belonged to...

"The Biological Research Station, sir? I would advise you to destroy the chip here and now... Please recall that I warned you before of a personality that sexually harrassed any who spoke to it?"

"Hm, so I might get sexually assaulted by the Biological Research Station?" Afton questions.

"It depends on how you define the term, sir. I am sure your expectations won't be disappointed however... Or will be? I am not certain on sir's sexual alignment as of yet."

"Did you just call me gay?" Afton asks, unsure how to respond.

"No?" Alfred tentatively replies, and Afton just shakes his head.

"Whatever, I'm going to activate the personality now... If vine tentacles suddenly attack me, either try to save me, or mercy kill me if you are unable to do that." he urges, semi-sarcastically.

With that, Afton walks into the next room, the various empty plot of soil still sitting around as barren as ever. He supposed that they'd be put into use once he activated the Biological research station, but he was still wary of the personality it might contain...

He slides the chip into it, and the machine boots to life, the hum of old machinery finally moving again making itself known.

"Ooh... Oh yeah, baby, feels good to be back online again! Yeah, all circuits online... Ready to receive your seed." the personality says, its voice sounding like a black Austin Powers...

Afton raises a brow, "My seed?" he questions, not liking where this was going.

"Your seed, baby. I'm the original, certified, rarefied, testified GS-2000 Biological Research Station. Yes sir, I'm a seed-clonin' machine. You got seeds? I'll clone the shit outta them."

Hm, that sounds... Interesting. Afton idly wonders what kinds of things he could do with this. This machine would be incredibly valuable back in his old world, growing things like Black truffles, and other rare and hard to farm plants, but here in the wastes? There wasn't much worth growing. Hm... Although...

"What kinds of seeds do you currently have? I don't suppose you have any pre-war plants?" Afton asks.

"Mhmmm, there wasn't much left but... There was quite of lot of material cryogenically frozen when the bombs dropped... Apparently. All you'd need to do is grab the samples, shove them dee~eep inside me... And wait while your seed grows, baby."

"Where might I find these frozen samples?" Afton asks.

"How would I know, baby? I'm just where you deposit your seed, nothin' more, nothin' less... Unless you want me to be?"

Afton shakes his head, "Absolutely not... Nope! Nooo, no thank you."

"Maybe you can give me some blood instead, baby? I can see you're something I'd like to process inside me yourself. That arm of your looks... Impressive."

Afton glances down at his plant arm and pulls the stealth suit sleeve down to try and conceal it. "And why would you want that? I can guarantee you won't find anything of use from me."

"Heh, that's what they all say, baby. But after I'm done suckin' their seed out? Mmm, they always come back for more... The seedlings I grow taste better than any others." they add, everything they say heavily laden in innuendo...

"Uh huh... I'll try and get those frozen samples... For now, do you have a name I can call you?"

"Hmm, why don't you pick one for me, baby?"

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Afton gives a shrug, "Austin."

The Biological research station chuckles, "Austin, as in magnificent? I like your style, baby."

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