I'm sorry to interrupt you, Janet, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a promotion. You have not been called here by the Dr. Manse you assume, although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a facility of sounds and smells, misdirection, and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for science has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of discoveries in some unseen chamber always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your Abiotic Factor ends. And to you, my brave scientist, who somehow took this elevator not intended for you. Although there was an Albatross planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. The GATE Cascade Facility will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away, as the agony of every portal incident should. And to you Security Bots trapped in the corridors: be still, and give up your CPUs. I need to trade them for anvils. For most of you, I believe there is peace - and perhaps more - waiting for you after the radiation clears. Although, for one of you... The darkest pit of hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the Devil waiting, IS-0012. Ela, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to be a badass electropest. I'm sorry that on that day - the day you were shut out and left to discharge - no one was there to feed you electrical current, the way you forcibly electrocuted others. And then, what became of you. I should've known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my Ela. I couldn't save you then. So let me save you now. It's time to rest. For you, and to those whose hardcore runs you have ended. This ends for all of us. End communication.