"The Master Mass Modulating System is overloaded." she says.
You blankly stare.
"The MMMS! The Master Mass Modulating System. I- what I did- in order to manage the changes made with the matter transposer, I tapped into a network of supercomputer clusters. I needed their processing power to detect and analyze any aberrations in mass. Once I started using the device regularly, things got a little unpredictable. Using the device here would change things somewhere else, I couldn't understand why or guess where it would it happen. The computers recorded and corrected erroneous changes that occurred automatically. But-"
She suddenly erupts, "Oh, why am I explaining all this to you! We need to go! The system is corrupted! It's going to crash and all Hell is about to break loose around here!"
"How? Where can we go? Shouldn't we sound an alarm and get everyone out?"
Montana shakes her head and drags your collar, "The more panic we cause, the more it slows us down. I can't predict what's going to happen when the system crashes. Everything could be changing size all around us. If I'm going to fix this, then I need to get out now and in one piece. How many pieces do you want to be in?"
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