꧁༒☬𝓜𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼: 𝓥𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓶☬༒꧂

ᏂᎥᎴᎴᏋᏁ ᎷᏋᏕᏕᏗᎶᏋ

Excitement surged through Uzi as she approached N, holding a cord with a printer connector at the end. Carefully, she inserted the connector into a port on the back of N's head, establishing a connection between his memory banks and the waiting printer.

As the connection solidified, a sense of anticipation hung in the air. Uzi held her breath, her eyes fixed on the printer, waiting for the message to be transformed into tangible form.

Slowly, the printer whirred to life, its mechanical movements punctuating the silence of the room. Piece by piece, the message was meticulously printed onto the paper, like a coded secret being unveiled to the world.

Uzi watched with a mixture of awe and anticipation as the printer steadily produced the tangible representation of their discovery. The inked symbols and patterns formed a puzzle begging to be deciphered, whispering of hidden truths and untold mysteries.

Once the printer completed its task, Uzi carefully retrieved the printout from its tray. She held it up to the dim light, studying every curve and line with intensity. The symbols etched on the paper seemed to pulsate with a newfound significance, inviting Uzi and N to unlock their enigmatic meaning.

No words were spoken, for the message conveyed its essence through the silence and the visual representation before them. It was a moment of shared understanding, a recognition that their journey was far from over and that the unraveling of secrets lay just beyond their grasp.

With the printed message in hand, Uzi and N locked eyes, their determination renewed. It was time to decipher the puzzle, to delve deeper into the forgotten realms and the dancing shadows. Together, they would navigate the labyrinth of mysteries, seeking the gleaming fragments of lost memories that held the key to their purpose.

Though to no surprise the text looked like gibberish just a bunch of different numbers on the paper with a strange message that reads "*The trick to making good vegetarian sushi is to 𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕕 the 𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪 tightly and then 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕥𝕖 the fish with a vegetable of a similar color."

Uzi's eyes scanned the printed code, her initial frustration dissipating as a spark of recognition flickered within her. The seemingly random combination of ones and zeros began to align in her mind, triggering a memory of a math trick she had learned in class—a clever method to decipher binary.

She took a deep breath, pushing aside any doubts that lingered. With each line of code, Uzi recalled the corresponding letter etched into her memory, not relying on shortcuts or quick fixes. She had faith she could solve the problem with math.

The binary numbers danced before her eyes, aligning with the patterns she had memorized. Zero, one, zero, one—A. One, one, zero, zero—C. Zero, zero, one, one—D. Piece by piece, Uzi translated the numerical code into the language she understood.

The room fell silent as Uzi's mind worked like a well-oiled machine, the mathematical calculations unfolding effortlessly. The complexity of the code revealed its simplicity, and the gibberish transformed into a message, encoded within the matrix of ones and zeros.

She traced her finger along the lines of binary, connecting the dots, and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Feeling confident in her abilities to translate the numbers and so this was the finished translation.

"Wvzi Hvirzo Wvhrtmzgrlm M,

R hvv blf rmgvizxgvw drgs gszg dlipvi wilmv Far. Hsv dzh zyov gl svok blf wverzgv uiln blfi kiltiznnrmt zmw tfrwv blf gl gsv irtsg hrwv. M gsv xlnkzmb rh obrmt gl blf gsvb lmob dzmg gl gfim zoo wilmvh rmgl lyvwrvmg hozevh. Zmw zh uli blf zmw zoo lgsvi wrhzhhvnyob wilmvh, gsvb'oo ovzev blf gl hgziev ru blf xlnkovgv gsv nrhhrlm. Yvorvev nv, R pmld R dzh lmxv olbzo gl gsv kiltizn orpv blf.

Yfg gszmph gl blfi wlfygh R nzmztvw gl tvg gsrh nvhhztv gsilfts gl blf. R wlm'g szev nfxs grnv yvuliv blfi zwnrmrhgizgli xzgxsvh lm yfg rm gsv ufgfiv vckvxg nliv xofvh uiln nv zmw pvvk Far hzuv hsv'h gsv pvb gl blfi hfxxvhh. Ivnvnyvi M blfi xllkvizgrlm rh dszg droo hzev veviblmv.

Yvhg Ivtziwh, Z.H."

Absolute gibberish.

As Uzi stared at the seemingly nonsensical translation of the code, frustration welled up within her. She couldn't help but feel a pang of anger, thinking she had made a mistake in her calculations. Her edgy teen persona flared up, and she scowled at the printed text.

N, witnessing Uzi's disappointment, couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for inadvertently adding to her stress. He approached her with a sympathetic expression, ready to offer some consolation.

Meanwhile, V walked into the room, a curious expression on her face. Spotting the printed code and the tension in the air, she asked what the two were doing. N quickly explained their quest to decipher the message, "We were trying to decipher this weird message I got but so far we got-"

"A bunch of crappy letters that don't make sense." Uzi interrupted venting her frustrations to V.

Uzi elaborated on how she had attempted to convert the binary text but ended up with what appeared to be gibberish. Her frustration was palpable as she recounted her efforts. V listened intently, absorbing the details of Uzi's process.

So she picked up the two papers the original and the translated version, and V spoke up after her comparison was finished. "No, the translation you made is accurate. But mayyybe there's something else we're missing, maybe there was another paper with a set of clues."

Uzi raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean? That's the whole message and it doesn't have any clues trust me N double-checked." N nodded in agreement.

V continued, "Well what about this sentence at the bottom it's so out of place it has to mean something"

Uzi squinted at the sentence, examining each word intently. And then, her eyes widened as she saw it. "Bind, nary, and substitute... wait a minute!"

Her otaku knowledge kicked in, and a realization dawned on her. "Nary was supposed to be Nori! And if bind and nary are highlighted, it must mean 'binary'!"

N's eyes widened with astonishment, while V nodded in agreement. Uzi's deduction made perfect sense. "But what about 'substitute'? What am I supposed to substitute," Uzi admitted, her frustration returning momentarily. V placed a comforting hand on Uzi's shoulder. "It's okay, pretty girl. That's what we're going to figure out right N?" N nodded a little surprised by V volunteering herself to help but at the same time relieved seeing her slowly grow closer to the group day by day thinking he succeeded and things were going to get better from here on out.

So they split the work as Uzi started trying to find some sort of code but every time she looks at the paper she feels her head begin to split, meanwhile, N was searching on the computer for how to substitute words but the way he was typing it and the fact he was going to the next page to find an answer was taking up some time, and even though V was looking through books about substitution that had to with science and even with her reading speed she was still could not find a clear answer.

Uzi, feeling the weight of their research efforts, decided it was time to take a break and step outside for some fresh air. As she emerged from their makeshift hideout, she was greeted by the sight of her faithful robotic companion, Cinder, the one-eyed robotic cat.

"Cinder, where have you been? I haven't seen you all week!" Uzi asked, her voice laced with curiosity with a hint of anger.

To her surprise, Cinder's response sent a shiver down her spine. The robotic feline, usually limited to programmed responses and basic interactions, reacted with a shockingly human-like expression of astonishment.

"I've been at your colony," Cinder replied, her synthetic voice tinged with an uncanny mix of surprise and urgency.

Uzi's eyes widened, her edgy demeanor momentarily replaced by a mix of concern and curiosity. She had never heard Cinder utter a single word before.