Game text

<smallcaps>[File fragmentation detected] [Voice Recognition unavailable]</smallcaps> [LOG BEGINS] ...Grandfather? ...one of your cardigan-wearing interns just dropped off a letter saying you're going to SPACE?? Have you gone mad? It's dated a week from now... the young fellow went completely red when he realized he'd delivered it early. I tried Miranda, and she says she hasn't heard from you since the Sustainable Futures summit. She said something about some sort of training session. Only no one at the office knows what she's on about. How am I meant to explain your absence tomorrow? GEI's going to be absolutely livid. If they back out of this deal, it won't be just the underlings who get laid off. ...What exactly do you think you'll achieve, trapped in space with four strangers for the rest of your miserable existence? You're a business man, not a bloody astronaut! Not to mention there's a war on! Who's to say your ground control team won't be dead within the year? [Sound of several phones starting to ring off the hook.] I've got to go. Call me back or I'm going straight to the Board. [FILE ENDS]