For the record, this is Issac, the second commander or however Red thinks of me. He decided to go on some experimental exodus with a squad and left his tumblr account logged in, so I figured I could just hijack the thing and write my own log.
Down here on Earth, I reside in the main base, the Babel Tower. It manufactures about 90% of Babel’s workforce and products, and only manages to have about 175 floors going up. Kevin called me into his office one day and asked me to go down to the lower levels to retrieve some rather old blueprints for him. I was rather confused, considering all I knew of the tower were those 175 floors.
"Issac, which elevator do you take every day?" "The one on the left from the clerk desk, why?" "Have you ever thought of seeing what happens when you go to the one on the right?" "My programming always leads me to the left one." "Well, that’s because you aren’t a worker in the lower levels." "The lower levels, sir?"
"Y’see, there’s always more room for improvement, but if I had tried to make more areas and manufacturing plants around the tower, that’d be a huge hassle with transportation and being a bigger target for Apex and all that jazz." He pulled out one of his drawers on his desk and flipped through a stack of folders, pulling out a card. "Go down to the first floor and take the right elevator this time, and go to floor B225. The blueprints are in a folder on a shelf from what I was told. It’s not a weapon or anything too dangerous, so don’t think the entire company depends on it."
I headed down back to the lobby and took the other elevator; The interior seemed a bit less visually pleasing. It was a bit rusty, and the floor counter seemed a bit dated, but it worked regardless. When I arrived at B150, the elevator stopped and opened, forcing me out. It was a Bot Processing Plant, with several workers performing maintenance and observing the new bots on the training course there. I asked one of the passing workers on how to go even further down and learned that any floor under B150 is labelled as abandoned after a large chemical spill had occured on B270 about 3 years ago, making servbots the only ones able to survive. The only reason why Servbots still aren’t working in there anymore is because nothing in there was of use.
I thanked him and stepped inside, hearing a rusty creak, crooning from the frame of the lift. I typed in B225 as the doors closed. I felt a large jostle, then it started to move down, getting darker due to lack of light. However, the lights were motion-sensored and came on one after one about 3 seconds after I passed them. (The shaft was visible from the lift.)
the lift stopped and the doors slid open, a cloud of brownish gas rolled in. Of course, if I had been human, I would have freaked out and probably would had died. Thankfully, I’m not. I turned my Hi-Beam eye-lights on and worked my way through the decrepit offices. As Kevin said, I found a large pack labelled "v36 Roadster" and "v48 Stringbean" and carefully put them into my holding compartment. I also saw some other older concepts, but decided to not look into them and get out as soon as I could.
On the way back up to Babel’s Office, I let my mind wander in thought, and one query came to mind: Just how deep is the Babel Tower? Since the lower floors probably go down to B300, it must be halfway to the core of the Earth. I made it back to Kevin’s office and placed the folders in a safe place and warned him of the chemicals. After he thanked me, I asked him as to why the tower was so deep.
"Honestly, I remember reading an article on how Aperture Science worked with the concept of underground workplaces since the 50’s. I figured having that many lower levels would not make the place look bad but also to increase production… Oh, and if you must know, I’ve been hankering to build a personal car.
Red, wherever you are, please come back soon. I think Kevin is getting super bored without you attracting attention to enemies.
[END OF LOG]