Extract from section B, page 23 of ‘2072 United Nation Report’ published and distributed by the United Nation:

“…Type M Isolation Camps are camps that are capable of produce/manufacture medical equipment and train A class or below medical personals…The Type M camps must be reassessed every year enable to maintain their M status…”

Doctor Riley stopped the engine of the AFV in front of the frozen gates of the camp and got off the vehicle, “Great, no one is here to open the door…wait what is that?”

The doctor suddenly saw an unusual pile of snow that seemed too artificial, “don’t tell me…” After approaching the pile, the doctor knocked lightly on the snow and suddenly, the pile burst open, “I AM VERY SORRY!”

From the hollow inside of the snow, a person wearing an N195 mask hopped out and kneeled before the doctor, “I forgot to check my sensor, I was waiting here from the 7 o’clock and I decided to build something to keep me insulated. I am so sorry…”

“It's alright!,” the metal giant was somewhat embarrassed, “You the first one who used this historical yet useful method.”

“REALLY?!” the person stood up, “I learnt it from a 19th Century survivor’s diary and it did work, as I can lower my suit’s power to 100Watts.”

The doctor managed to get a closer look at the person. She was about half the height of the

doctor and her long golden hair was tied into a bundle that had a secondary function as a scarf.

From plain observations, her protection suite was well maintained and all the screws seemed

brand new. Surprising, she didn’t even activate the inflation ability on her protection suit.

Suddenly the girl made a jump at the doctor and with her green eyes flashing brightly from

behind her mask, “So you are a Class F doctor!!!! Wow! They installed VexRT

motors on your arms! Is that a KwK12.5(f) pistol hiding on your waist? I heard the average

drawing speeds of Class F are close to Mach 1! Why do you also bring AP bullets, I thought

you can only use the inflation rounds on people?”

With the surge of questions, the Finale Doctor walked back, “Wait…wait…who are you?”

Realized that she hadn’t introduced herself properly yet, the girl gave a military-style solute, “Sorry, my name is Eleanor, class B medical official at Isolation Camp 1669(M). I am just passionate about all sorts of medical technologies and you are the finest piece of

tech from the old world.”

“Fine,” said Riley, “but can you please let me in first, even my reactor can’t last forever in the

cold.”

“OH! SORRY!” Eleanor bowed and went to open the gate for Riley.

“This is our mask factory,” Eleanor said proudly as she showed doctor Riley around the production line, “behind this 10-centimetre-thick layer of bulletproof glass is our automated production line that is capable of producing masks from N420 to N195.”

The Finale Doctor looked through the glass window, the robotic arms moved all sorts of filter pads and other components efficiently across the room, assembling them into one piece during the journey, “Fascinating, this is probably one of the few product lines that might meet all requirements.”

“I know right,” Eleanor laughed while flexing her new N195 mask, “we have plenty of unused material that can be assembled into more than then thousand N195 within a week, but now, we are focused on recycling older masks.”

“Can you show me your recycling chamber,” doctor Riley asked.

“Right away!” Eleanor said happily, “this way.”

Through another window, Riley could see the spherical recycling chamber that looked more like a nuclear reactor, “what process do you guys use…”

Eleanor pointed at a poster on the wall, “All of them! We use UV, Gamma radiation as well as chemicals such as chloride and acidic boiling techniques.”

“Really?!” the Finale Doctor seemed shocked again, “In most M camps I visited, their radiation cleaning system had broken long ago…”

“Yea,” Eleanor nodded, “ours broke several times already, but I managed to fix it using the instructions. However, there is one thing that I couldn’t fix…well, it wasn’t even fully assembled in the first place…”

“What thing?” Riley asked.

“The FN195 production line.”

Inside the ‘empty’ ancient bomb shelter, Eleanor turned on her night vision ability and searched for a lever that connected to the electricity, “right, I think it looks more impressive if you see it was visible light.”

The filament lamps opened one by one, fully presenting the gigantic hall which was packed with robotic arms, pressure cans and unassembled conveyor belts.

“What a mess,” Riley stated.

“I know…” Eleanor looked away, “I still don’t dare to sort everything out.”

“What happened?”

“Well,” Eleanor turned back, “they planned to build an FN195 production line while building the camp, but the Engineer was infected, so the whole thing was stopped and half the shipments never arrived…so yea…I tried but I couldn’t go back in time.”

“That’s a real shame,” commented Riley, “we just never have enough of the FN195 available.”

“Actually…” Eleanor walked around the tunnel, trying to find things that may interest her, “We still have a function FN195.”

“Where is it?”

“I don’t have access to it,” Eleanor said, “only the governor has the password to the place that housed it. Maybe I can take you to him later, but I think it is time for you to do your examinations.”