Hi! I'm not dead!
This isn't abandoned! Life has just been kind of busy and draining like
that. Anyway, last time on IPAT: Hell, we raided Geoffrey Holder's
computer and found out about a bunch of sidetrips, so let's go do
those. First on the itinerary: New Corporeal Biologics, home of the
Biologics: Also known as the Meat Locker, this is where
the flesh, blood, nerves and muscle tissue were grown for the meats
synthetic multi-servers and birthing units. Although these techs have
long been outlawed for decades, the fact that there is some fresh
growth on the framing units indicates that someone has tried to start
things back up.
Fecund 5088 (at
Gideon's feet): A meat birthing unit patiently waits. You eye the
gestational chamber with suspicion.
Ben Brewer (in
blue): A man works feverishly amidst the desolation of the
Basic scientific beaker, unchanged for centuries.
Small version of the basic measuring cup for scientists.
(center): This powerful, hand-held electromagnet could yank the
fillings out of the Androgyne at fifty feet.
Cup: Scrubs were out in force that night, which suggests a sweep, which
means one of two things. You're either really involved in something
dirty...in which case I'll haul your asses in myself...or
Transgressions is using one fabricated crime to wipe up a whole lot of
undesirables. Question is, why are you two loyal ARC agents suddenly
Uh, what the hell?
Yes, that's a snippet of Frank Jersey's dialogue from back at the
beginning of the game, and yes, that's what the game displays when you
examine the steel cup in its original resting place. Clearly someone
screwed up. Let's pick that up and try again.
Steel Cup (in
inventory): This odd steel cup looks like a cyber-petri dish.
much better. What exactly does THAT look like?
Kerosene: A five
gallon can of kerosene.
Anyway, as you know
well by now, we're grabbing anything that isn't nailed down or on fire,
so all that stuff gets shovelled into Gideon.
Talk to Ben
Those are some
big-ass glasses you've got there, Benjamin. That'll be something of a
theme this episode.
Shit, you're the heat! I knew it! I'm gonna fry...shit! Look, I'm just
a businessman, really. I don't nkow from morality or ethics. I'm just
looking to turn a buck.
Don't wet your
pants, pal. We're ducking the big heater ourselves. Help us out, and
we'll pretend we never saw this place.
All right, all
right. What do you want to know?
(Tell us about
He's the reason I'm so jumpy. What happened to him, I figure the Hand's
on to us. They got him while he was sitting in the barber's chair.
Nearly split him in two. They were sloppy, and offed the cutter, too.
Apparently his wife shrugged it all off as God's will. She actually
took comfort that he died as part of something big like a scrub
No mystery why they wiped him. If he was poking through this tissue
shop with you, he must have been up to his eyebrows in illegal tech. So
you came here?
Figured this would be the last place anyone would look for me. I was
just trying to score enough to make it overseas. I hooked up with Jimmy
because he knew the city, and 'cause I liked his resume. He'd seen it
all, hit it rich, and then lost everything when Mephisto revenged his
losses in the commodities market by burning the Chicago Exchange down.
Wiped out three quarters of their records and a lot of fortunes that
Yeah, we heard about
Jimmy was always vague about his private life. He never wanted to talk
about anything that happened more than five or six years ago. It was
almost like those parts of his life didn't matter anymore. One time he
opened up and told me about a brother of his who was a fighter for the
Citizens' Freedom Front.
Where do we find
You don't. Apparently he was killed in a CFF action a couple of years
ago. That's all Jimmy ever said about it. I could tell he took it hard.
He said it was like a part of him died when he lost his brother.
You say he died two
years ago? You're certain he's dead?
His brother was
pretty damn sure about it!
Anything else you
can tell us about Hennely? Anything peculiar?
Nothing, other than the fact he was an outlaw. He did have a strange
fixation on a Latin phrase..."Vocabulum est tabula, ominus venire ab
genitor". Wore a chain around his neck with that phrase on it. Could
never figure that out...
Might seem like
nothing now, but it could be important later.
(Just what are
you doing here?)
So what's the scam?
Black market for synthetic tissues is booming. All we need are some
genetic data on the meat genome, some salvage from this place, and we
can begin production of commercial biomass.
You pig! Didn't the
meat fiasco mean anything to you? You want to bring that back?
No, no, no. We aren't looking to grow meats; too hard to smuggle
offshore. We're looking to fabricate organs for the black market,
artificial skin grafts, that kind of stuff.
Mass-produced flesh for an illegal market. Makes flesh and blood just
one more commodity, one more item for sale, one more replaceable
(What's the deal
with that meat?)
She's a beauty, eh? I'm gonna smuggle her to Europe. There are
collectors there that'd pay me a fortune for her. That's a near-mint
condition Fecund 5088 birthing unit, a little old, but the tissue's in
great shape. They had food stocks and concentrated vitamin compounds
stored here. She was able to stay fed through all these years!
That turns my
Well, her value's entirely as a museum piece at this point. The
gestational chamber, amniotic fluid recycler, fetal perceptual
stimulator...you can't get parts for this stuff anymore.
You're not turning
me in, right? You gave me your word you wouldn't turn me in!
We gave you nothing.
When we've taken care of our own business, we just might be back for
Hey, cut me a break,
guys! I'm just trying to make an almost-honest living.
Talk to Fecund
I'm surprised at
your revulsion, Rachel. Birthing units like this would have liberated
women from childbearing!
I am programmed to
respond to doubts you may have about the moral dilemmas some find
inherent in my existence.
That won't be
necessary, 5088. I don't think your preprogrammed arguments will
(Tell us about
I am a Fecund 5088 birthing unit. I am designed to be a superior
gestational unit. The fetal chamber is lined with a biocircuitry
interweave to constantly monitor fetal respiration, heartbeat, and
important growth factors. Options: Available sensory throughputs to
fetus: soothing sounds and music, comforting visual displays, direct
projection of parents' voices into fetal chamber. DAT recordings
playable to assist in subliminal environmental orientation.
Enough! Oh, God,
this is making me sick!
I merely recite
relevant facts relating to childbirth.
reproductive experience!" Not everything can be fabricated in a lab.
The existence of this unit proves otherwise. The essentials of the
human reproductive event can and have been substantially improved by...
That's enough, 5088.
I'm afraid my partner will pull your plug if you keep it up.
results of your self-diagnostics.)
indicates intensive, decades-long neglect to primary mechanical units.
You can say that
again. The Hand put your creators out of business; I'll give them that
Meats, or the Hand's rule? Which one's the greater evil? Perverse
mockeries of motherhood or tyrants ruling in the name of God? Some
That's about all we
can do here. We've got a new mysterious Latin phrase from another of
the Night of Re-Entombment scrubs, though, and a bunch of crap we
scooped up off the floor. Handily enough, combined with the copper
tubing from Dr. Clean's office, said crap provides all the parts we
need for Scub Stevens to rig up a still!
Examine Still: A
hard-to-get item in America, 2095: A moonshine still.
...And you know
what that means, kids: more Languo! To Gang Alley!
Talk to Languo
Here's the still,
kid. Now, you better give us something on Brian Avery, and it better be
Oh, man, this is
perfect, man. Barbara's gonna love this, man...soon as she comes to.
Sure, man. No
problem. What am I talking about?
Oh, right, right,
right. OK, Brian Avery. Yeah...he got killed.
I love you, Languo.
We know that
already! What was he doing around here?
He got stuff. Fact, he was supposed to get us a new holovision. I was
all set, man...put my feet up, had a bag of chips, was just hanging
out, getting prepped, resting up. Then I woke up and somebody said he
was a goner. Real drag, you know? He was even getting this set I coulda
used the old remote on and everything!
Is that all?!
Well, I dunno...it
might work on other things, but it's really made just for holovisions,
I love you SO MUCH,
No, I mean...I mean,
do you have any other info?
Not really, man.
C'mon, Rach. I can
tell by the smoke coming out of your ears that it's time to go.
Hey, thanks for the
still, man. Feel free to, like, look around or whatever, wherever you
loose end wrapped up, if somewhat pointlessly. Our next stop is
Eschatology Incorporated, employers of the late Adam Schonbrun, another
unfortunate victim of the Re-Entombment operation.
Offices: As you might expect of an organization
dedicated to the study of death and the end of things, they haven't
spent a lot on decorating...but from the founder's wheelchair to the
holographic demon-apery chamger to the Nike 12000 computer, the
equipment is state-of-the-art.
Rue Des Coeurs: A paraplegic is fused to the circuitry of a high-tech
chair. Mechanical arms move in a swirl of activity.
A young woman exudes corporate professionalism and competence.
Talk to Hercule
Rue Des Coeurs
Dr. Octavius? Have
you lost weight? Man, you look great! ...So sorry to hear about the
So, then. You arrive
unnanounced. You have business, I'm certain. You may state it...but be
My partner and I are
private investigators. We're looking into the death of one of your
employees, Adam Schonbrun.
He was murdered by the scrub teams. He was in this very office before
the dawn...that's when he liked to work...and a government death squad
What was the
The scrub teams are not burdened by justifications. Christy has lodged
petitions with the Transgressors' Office, demanding, as his employer,
to know the charges...but nothing! They tell me nothing!
(Tell us about
Schonbrun was a strange one. Heh, but then, I guess anyone obsessed
with ultimate fate usually does appear, shall we say, intense. Hard
worker, though. Cross-disciplinary research, blending extranoumenal
vision research with Dante mapping.
Would that get him
It might, I suppose,
if the government knew of it, but until Adam's death, only the people
working on it knew it existed.
then. Something not related to his work here?
Then I would be unable to help. You see, I know very little about him.
He was quiet about his past. I don't believe he had a family.
He and Roach used to drink at a speak called the Interface. That's all
I know about him. Doesn't pay to have d-bases of personal information
that the Hand can appropriate.
You see that we can be of little help. As with all of my employees,
there is a template of his nervous system on file with Resurrections
Unlimited. I believe...is his body in preservation there, Christy?
It is. We have him on a six-year retainer. The damage to his heart is
more or less reparable. The mortal wound was to his brain, and
Resurrections believes it's at least six years from treatment.
What is this? You're
telling us that this Resurrections outfit brings people back from the
Well, not yet, but they are working at it, eh? Important work...oh,
illegal work. They are a chemical company as a...what is the word?...as
a front, for the real business. They are located in Arlington, not far
Hell is my business.
Should you learn anything of interest about the underworld, I should
like to hear it.
I note that Hercule
has a completely ridiculous faux-French accent.
Talk to Christy
I've reservations about cooperating with these two, Hercule. We don't
know them from a blood gang. They could narc us, and then we'd get a
first-hand look at hell.
I refuse to live in fear of being shot by the Hand's death squads, and
I don't believe, any more than you do, that the government controls the
We're going to end
up in prison. No doubt about it.
We have some
questions about Adam Schonbrun.
All I know about Adam is what's in his file. I make it a point not to
enter into personal relationships with the research staff. Peculiar
thing about him was that Hercule had never heard of him; a number of
people said that they knew him, but no one had actually met him or
spoken with him.
Of course we were suspicious, but we're an illegal operation. We have
enough of our own secrets. If an employee has something to hide, that's
his business, and like I said, people vouched for his work and we could
see he knew what he was doing. He was especially gifted at extracting
topographic data from the psychologic subtexts of narrative events.
You mean that he was
rendering a map of hell based on books and movies with hell as a
Subject matter doesn't need to be hell, per se. Any story that reveals
human understanding of evil, lust, hate, or venal sin reveals something
about people's subconsious conceptions of hell.
Any idea why the
Hand would want him dead?
Yes, Dante mapping's a capital offense! What do you think we do here?
Tell ghost stories? If the Hand knew he was a mapper, they'd eliminate
him. That stuff about permits was just a cover in case you were with
the heat...which is why I was hostile to you earlier. We could be next
on their list.
And so we're off to
Resurrections Unlimited, a location with Problems.
Unlimited: You'd never know such grand things were being attempted at
Resurrections Unlimited by this nondescript anteroom, which seems to
serve as a box storage area, utilities room, and guard room for the
entrance to the company.
Dr. Zip Honey: A
lone staffer eyes you indifferently.
Talk to Dr. Zip
count: 3. Also, Dr. Zip Honey is an awesome name. Also also, that
reflective metallic dress is pretty rad too.
'Bout time you two showed up! It's been one long nightmare maintaining
the stock with the backup computers. We have to get the main system up,
or I can't guarantee that some of our clients' essence files won't be
Want to come again
Aren't you two here
to install the new motherboard on the Dill 3000?
Uh, well, yeah! What
else would we be here for?
Well then, get to it. The data storage chamber is through that door. Be
careful; you'll have to deactivate the security system, but they would
have told you how to do that when they ordered the motherboard. Sure
will be glad to have that system up and running!
Oh god. The
security system. Oh god. ...You'll see in a moment.
Talk to Dr. Zip
Do you two charge by the hour or what? Installing a motherboard
shouldn't be that hard for you guys, even if it is an illegal Dill
3000. Turn off the security system and get working on it.
Right, on through
that door in the back, leading to the oh sweet jesus security corridor.
Hallway: You are immediately confronted by a bank of laser beams,
clearly meant to trigger alarms...or worse. You're going to have to
negotiate it somehow, but there's nothing else in the room that can
help you; they've let the decorating of this room slide.
OK, so. The idea
here is to whip out the mechanic's creeper from the Pentagon garage,
...and then use it
to slide your way through the beams.
OK, see those
horizontal beams? They move up and down REALLY FAST. The vertical ones?
They appear and disappear from the floor in rather dense clusters, also
REALLY FAST. You have to do this with the mouse. The creeper controls
like an unmaintained carnival bumpercar piloted by a palsied wino.
In other words, this sequence is FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE. I
consider myself an individual not uncompetent with the vidya games -
while no superplayer, I have completed Deadly Towers, Battletoads,
La-Mulana, God Hand, any number of titles generally regarded as not for
the faint of heart - and I can rarely make it past the first goddamned
crossbeam. Making it to the second one is even rarer; making it PAST
the second one is right out. Oh, and if you should happen to hit one of
So yeah. Schonbrun's corpse contains another of those Latin
phrases, not that I've ever seen it. Thankfully, while that's an
important clue, seeing it doesn't set any mandatory quest flags,
meaning it's still possible to complete the game without successfully
doing this part. Otherwise, as far as I'm concerned, Hell would be
unwinnable by mere mortals.
Just FYI, were this sequence not completely broken, we'd find
the note "Vocabulum est acquirer, ominus venire ab genitor" on
Pretending that we're done with Resurrections Ultd., we now move on to
the headquarters of the Gneo-Gnostics.
Office: The attempt to study spiritual truths has not yet transcended
matter; the Gnostics of 2095 need a lot of stuff to pursue their
studies. The former church that serves as their headquarters is crammed
with scanning equipment, computers, and various other instruments of
Donna Alandro: A
bookish woman nervously sneaks glances at you.
Coronary: You see an intense, exotic man whom you recognize as
Professor Zaxton Coronary.
You read that
right: Professor Zaxton Fucking Coronary. God, this game and its names.
glasses are not huge!
And there they are, Gideon Eshanti and Rachel Braque, fugitives from a
system they served with faith and ardor. One pure and righteous, now
expelled and hunted.
What the hell? How'd
this guy make us? His writeup doesn't have him as a looker.
Mystery to me, hon.
Give it, Professor; how do you know who we are?
I could ask the same
question, you know. If the Transgressors' Office knows of this
Feel free to panic. They know about it. They're just waiting 'til it's
your turn to be the scrub of the month. Don't kid yourself. You're like
everybody else, living at the whim of the Hand.
We track what happens in places like Reality Containment. When the Hand
orders two ARC investigators scrubbed, that's news in the underground.
So you know us. That
just makes things easier. You know we're not working for ARC.
Quite so. Very well.
I'm listening, then.
(We're here to
ask you about Deirdre O'Connor.)
Ms. O'Connor was
killed the same night the scrub team came for us.
I know that, Ms.
Braque. She was murdered while she slept, killed by the people you used
to work for.
Believe it or not, we're trying to find out why Deirdre O'Connor and
five other people were scrubbed on the night we were attacked. If we
can establish some connection between the victims, it might help us to
There's no mystery here. Deirdre, along with another scholar,
Wickersham Dodge, worked European and Asian black markets for virtual
realities. She was good, too. She'd just picked up a dozen dreamscape
realities in Istanbul, but at the same time, the Istanbul foray was
reckless. SHE was reckless. We knew the Hand was watching...that
virtual media dealing, in part, with a legitimate religion, would risk
bringing the authorities down on us. She didn't care. It was as though
she thought she couldn't die. She was an unusually physical woman; I
suppose she thought she could fight her way out of any problem.
She was combat
Not that I know of, but if she was, she would have been quite fearsome.
She was, as I said, quite physical...over six feet tall, quite
athletic...but I know little about her past. You should speak with
David. He's a novice here who worked as her assistant.
Latin, don't you?)
Yes, I speak Latin
and several other languages fluently.
We could have a use
for that. The Hand indulges in Latinate phrasing for much of its
I know. Yes, I know, and you need a translator...but my services are
not without fee. I have a job that requires someone with your skills.
Skills that allowed
you to evade a scrub team.
Don't ask us for a replay, Professor. Adrenaline kicked in, reflexes
took over, and we got really lucky. We're not mercs, if that's your
What I have in mind is much safer: a simple breaking and entering.
There's an antiquities collector named Bleistok who lives in a
penthouse near L'Enfant Plaza. He has an eighteenth-century manuscript,
the Blaze Parchment, that we must examine. I see what you're thinking.
I see what you're thinking. The Gnostics don't usually resort to
thievery, but Bleistok obtained the parchment illegally. It was
supposed to have been included in a secret auction in an exurban slum
outside of Jakarta. I was there to bid on it, but it never came up for
sale. I learned later that Bleistok had stolen the parchment en route
This is familiar. We've come across this before.
Blaze was a scientist and philosopher much at odds with the
Enlightenment world in which he lived. Blaze's visionary work is said
to have presupposed the essential structures of cyberspace.
Unfortunately, his work was never published. Only this original copy
remains. We must examine it. If you want my services as a translator,
I'll have your services as a thief. Bring me the Blaze Parchment, and
I'll help you.
Talk to Donna
are kind of huge...I guess. :/
Excuse me. Not to intrude, but did I hear Professor Coronary say you
were going to retrieve the Blaze Parchment from Bleistok's clutches? I
hope that's true. It would be a start to your redeeming yourselves for
your ARC service.
You can shove redemption, bookworm. We'll settle for survival. We spoke
to Coronary. I wouldn't say we're welcomed guests, but he knows we
aren't here to trash the place.
We're trying to
discover why O'Connor was scrubbed. Any ideas?
Dee was a, uh, what you'd...she was a 'trode-head. She could jack into
cyberspace. She had a deck, um, that she claimed to have jury-rigged.
She was good, too; knew her way around. She, ahem, used to work for the
Sustenance Authority until she, as she put it, "edge-surfed" out of
That computes, Gid.
I suppose so. In a limited sense, it does. O'Connor was a natural
target; so was an eschatologist like Schonbrun, and O'Leary owned a
speak with Sinn Fein affiliations, but I still don't see the link
between us and these subverts.
Talk to Donna
I hope you're
learning the truth about your former masters.
room in Gnostics HQ, accessible by walking off to the east.
Computer Room: It seems fitting that where the altar used to stand in
this former church, the Gnostics have mounted their main computer bank.
Amidst the hush, heads bowed to their computers, this is where the core
of their efforts are focused.
Dodge (at computer): A square-jawed, decidedly unscholarly-looking man,
who nevertheless has the demeanor of one committed to work and study.
Daniel: A solemn
boy in threadbare clothes stands near Deirdre O'Connor's desk.
That scrap of paper
on top of one of the cubicles is an item, but if we try to examine or
take it, Daniel obstructs us.
If you're with Transgressions or ARC, you've come to the wrong place. I
won't sing to the people who killed my friend. You can kill me before I
Strong claim to be
making to strangers, pal. If we were from Transgressions we'd take you
up on that...but we're not the heat.
(What kind of
work do you do with the Gnostics?)
Right now I'm not doing a whole hell of a lot, because my partner was
killed. I'm just going through some of the data she was working with.
Dee and I maintained and monitored covert hookups with international
networks and bulletin boards, not an easy job with ARC programmers
raiding the boards looking for unauthorized hooks they can trace to
Yeah, we're familar with their ops. They trace the origin of the link,
and then they send the stormtroopers in. What were you searching for?
We were pushing the edge. Dee insisted we not play it safe. We were
trying to score cyberspace decks from the European black market, not
easy since Europe's well within the Hand's grasp.
No wonder O'Connor got whacked. ARC's got knuckles all over the
continent. Only hope of scoring a deck is to launder it through a third
party in the Middle East or Russia.
(What can you
tell us about O'Connor?)
Why not ask her for
What are you talking
about? She's dead!
Yes, but she lives on, courtesy of her own handiwork. She spent months
on this. Wouldn't tell me how she did it, and I haven't been able to
crack the source code yet. How she did this with current technology is
a mystery to me!
So what is it?
She programmed in source code that simulates her own personality, which
is impressive enough, but then she also digitized her own voice
enunciating English-language phonemes and wrote programming routines
that compose the phonemes into words on the fly! Amazing stuff; I don't
know where she learned how to do this!
can talk to her?
There's no visual
output yet, but listen here.
Hey, Wicks. What's
bootin' your system?
Some people here
asking about you and about our work.
I assume they're
legits? You gotta watch who you 'face with, Wicks. You're too trusting.
This is strange.
We're talking to a dead person.
Yeah, freakin' scrub teams wasted my proto, but the essential Deirdre
is powered up and online. This has the potential to blow away an
So now what? We just
ask this computer why O'Connor was killed?
Why not? Deirdre,
can you shed any light on why the Hand chose now to kill you?
Hand needed a reason to whack a techno-anarchist, post-humanist,
entrepreneurial free spirit obsessed with actuating the transhuman?
transhumanist who managed to immanentize her own mini-Singularity? I
have to say Deirdre sounds kind of awesome.
Talk to Daniel
Is this where
O'Connor worked? You can tell us, boy. We're on the same side, sort of.
There's nothing to search for now, nothing to learn here. She was going
to teach me so many things...how to fly in cyberspace and explore the
virtual in search of the real. Now she's dead, and it's too late.
Maybe not, son.
There might be something. Her decking unit, for instance.
Your goons got that when they killed her. It's probably tagged and
collecting dust in some Pentagon sub-basement. Forget about it! You
can't search her desk until Professor Coronary tells me I have to let
Let's just knock
this runt over.
I'm inclined to agree, Rach, but we're already wanted. Any violence and
Coronary could turn us in. Hell, he may do that anyway. Giving us to
the Hand would certainly buy him a lot of goodwill with Transgressions.
Talk to Daniel
Get lost, before I
get so pissed off I bring the Hand down on all of us!
We can now travel
to Bleistok's apartment, so let's do that!
Room: For burglars, the entire room's contents seems desirable, but
even inferior burglars would recognize that the room's most desirous
articles are clearly booby-trapped.
This crackling old parchment is unrolled just enough to make visible a
glimpse of an ancient text.
Right, let's just
saunter up and grab the parchment. Surely those conspicuous red lasers
don't mean us any harm.
Let's try that again, this time without the imprisonment. The
electromagnet we ganked from New Corporeals should do nicely.
I'm a fairly
laid-back guy when it comes to suspending disbelief, but I really have
to question this. I can accept the electromagnet attracting the
parchment, because it looks like it might have metal rollers in it, but
why does it just float across the room to Gideon in a straight line?
Gravity much? Not sure why it doesn't set off the beams, either. Well,
regardless, we've got it now, which means we're ready to go pry some
Babelfishing out of Professor Fucking Coronary.
Ahh, the Blaze Parchment! Well done, well done! I assure you that when
we have finished with it, we will see it placed somewhere where it will
Hey, live it up,
Prof! Don't forget your side of the bargain.
I stand by my word.
You see before you, a translator!
We're hoping you can
translate this Latin phrase for us. We've written it down for you.
Of course. Let me see it. "Vocabulum est tabula, ominus venire ab
genitor". The Latin is poor, but it reads, "The word is 'slate' and all
comes from the father. The key word here seems to be "tabula" which
translates as "slate".
The word "slate".
Not much of a clue.
Still, it's a clue,
my brainy beau. It's something to go on.
I didn't say it was
nothing. Just that it wasn't much.
We're hoping you can
translate this Latin phrase for us. We've written it down for you.
Of course. Let me see it. "Vocabulum est grallae, ominus venire ab
genitor". The Latin is poor, but it reads, "The word is 'stilts' and
all comes from the father. The key word here seems to be "grallae"
which translates as "stilts". A rather unlikely message!
The word "stilts".
Not much of a clue.
Really? Gee, it
seems obvious to me!
Mm-hmm. The answer
will be obvious when we're done with it.
The two of us have been have been repeatedly sharing the same
nightmares, and after every one of them, we wake up screaming and with
the same Latin sentence on our lips: "Vocabulum est serus, ominus
venire ab genitor". Can you translate that for us?
Of course. Quite easy. The Latin is poor, but it translates to "The
word is 'late' and all comes from the father." The key word here seems
to be "late". Does this mean anything to you?
No, it doesn't. Not
yet, at least...but it could be the start of something.
Well, that was
enlightening. In the other room...
Talk to Daniel
The only reason I'm letting you search the desk is because Professor
Coronary allows it. Don't think I'm forgiving you for what happened to
Dee. Someday your kind will pay for what they did.
duder. The important thing is that we can check that bit of paper now.
Talk to Daniel
How long are you gonna sort through her effects? You're enjoying this,
aren't you? You get some kind of sick thrill running through one of
your victims' stuff. I swear you'll all pay for this.
That's one more
Latin phrase to show Zax, viz:
We're hoping you can
translate this Latin phrase for us. We've written it down for you.
Of course. Let me see it. The Latin is poor, but it reads "Vocabulum
est grallae, ominus venire ab genitor". "The word is 'gate' and all
comes from the father. The key word here is "janua" which is Latin for
The word "gate". Not
much of a clue.
But enough? You've
done more with less.
Oh, I'll figure it
out. Give me time, and I'll figure it out. I just hope we have enough
If we'd been able
to get the "Vocabulum est acquirer" phrase from Resurrections
Unlimited, Coronary would translate it as "The word is 'get' and all
comes from the father". So, that's late, stilts, slate, get, and gate.
Perhaps this information will prove useful to us at some point in the
Aaaand that's all I've got for now. Next time on IPAT: Hell,
we hook up with the Citizens' Freedom Front and meet Senator Erin