That man, you there! Little help, okay? Sam, remove the party connected to that incubator. It's in good...a temporary...

Excessive stress, easily addressed if we return it to its mother's womb. Mother located in the Capital Knot City ICU.

Brain...that, of course, he means 'steel' mother, correct? A steel mother's womb facilitates a connection between the

world of the dead and the BB, and you in turn connect yourself to a BB, granting you the ability to sense...Baptiste.

These parts were designed to simulate the conditions inside a steel mother's womb. Babies need to believe they're in

one at all times to function properly. However, we can only maintain this deception for so long, which is why we

must periodically update the environmental data by synchronizing it with a steel mother via the chiral network. The update is in progress

right now. The odd is synchronizing with the steel mother in Capital Knot City and reconfiguring its settings based on the

latest data. Returning your BB to the womb in this manner will temporarily reduce its stress levels; that being

where it technically belongs, of course. It looks happy now. Try adjusting the oxytocin dosage. After toxemia should set

in, much lower for now on. You should remember that babies are just equipment. Try not to get attached. Each one has

been physically removed from its steel mother's womb, a process that renders them unpredictable and prone to failure. No BB on record has remained in service

for over a year. It may need to be retired before this expedition is over. And then you're saying there's no way to

keep my baby alive? You must understand there is still a great deal we don't know about babies. As we expand the

chiral network and recover more past data, perhaps we'll find our answers. Oh, right. You asked me to look into why the BTS...

Might be reacting to your blood. I spoke with Hartman; we should have your results soon. Anyway, get some rest; you and your BP are both

exhausted. Good night, Sam.  London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady, Sam.

Can you see me? How are things over there? Still not under guard, still not chained up, still can't leave. But if you can keep

making connections, if you can get to me, we can go back east, back home. Thank you. I mean, that it's bad. There are fewer and

fewer people in the cities these days. No one's having children anymore. But humans aren't made for living alone; they're

supposed to come together, to help one another. And if we, as a people, can't do that, if we can't reconnect...

and wow, it's like Bridget said: extinction. God, rebuilding America isn't gonna get rid of the BTs as long as

they're still around; there's no escaping it. But at least we'll have hope. [Music] I'll be waiting, Sam.

Waiting for you. Come and find me, Sam. This is hard work. Since you're awake, it might behoove you to freshen up to that

end. Why not take a shower? It's good for the body and soul, and also my research, as it happens.

Now, this is Harper's study. Other people with that... take this out.  Forbid you should the opportunity arise, try using it on a BT. I'm curious

to see how they react. Who knows, it may even prove beneficial to you. There was an old research paper detailing the

effects of bodily fluids from individuals like you on BTs. It is only by recovering these materials that we

can unearth the knowledge of the past; not just Death Stranding, but also the mystery of your body's unique properties,

and even our doom's affliction. There may well be hope for humanity, Sam. I have no interest in rebuilding America.

I want to recover the past. Oh, it's almost time. After you make your connections and nothing happens, then what? I said then...

What, Sam? Sorry to bother you while you're taking a break, but I figured you'd want to hear this. Well, maybe it'll

help you rest easier. We received a number of messages addressed to you. I'm not taking a look myself, but I gather

they're mostly from your clients. You should see if they contain any useful information. Mail can be accessed by your

cuff links as well as the terminal in your private room. There's something else I'd like to

share with you. With the chiral network, we now have the power to reclaim our past data, once thought lost forever. From

every corner of America, it can be pieced back together from fragmented records. Our archives are still a work in

progress, of course, but as we expand the network and integrate more waystations and cities, we'll be able to

recover more and more information, such as previous expeditions' logs and reports. Everything they sent back was lost when Central Knot City was destroyed.

We've managed to restore some already. In fact, you can access them from your private room terminal or your cuff links by

selecting 'Archives'. Might make for interesting reading. Is what we agreed on. You said you'd do everything in your power to save the

woman in the mask. Was it nothing but like me, Sam? There's something I forgot to tell you. It's about managing your BB's stress

levels and reducing the risk of BT attacks. There are a few things you can do if your BB starts

showing signs of distress, such as... take a moment to look after it; crater the park gently; rocket that sort

of thing. Out of curiosity, how's it doing at the moment? Before I answer that, is something wrong? When I hook up my BB, I

See things. What kind of things? Like a face, someone I don't know, calling to me. There's this room, too,

with other people talking, but I can't make out the words. You're mistaking the VP's memories for your own; they're false

flashbacks, nothing more. Let me explain. A BB is harvested from its steel mother at around 28 weeks and placed in a pod

to be clear, this is before it's even born. The procedure halts its development, but even at 28 weeks, its sensory systems

have matured enough to process external stimuli. It is more than capable of encoding this information into memories

which can bleed into yours via your connection. So, who is the man I saw? Someone from the medical team, maybe? Or a

BB technician? Does it matter? The BB has been in circulation for a while now; it's been handled by a lot of people. Should I

know which one made an impression? Cuz you're the expert.

developed decades ago in secret. They're your quintessential black boxes. We may use them, but we don't truly understand

them. I've been trying to learn more, but almost all of the old records are gone. If I find anything out, I'll tell you all.

Right. Dead man's honor, Sam. Check the delivery terminal and review the list of orders.

network diagnostics.  There really are monitoring and holographic systems are nominal. Unfortunately, our printer is offline. I know, I know. After all the

trouble you went through to bring us those materials, this one's on us. We ordered a part a while

back, but it never arrived. The printer needs it to communicate with the CHI. Remember, mules must have snatched it.

Caught that porter en route or something. If I'm right, they'll have taken it to their drop site, which is smack dab in

the middle of their territory. Don't suppose you'd be up for stealing our property back? Can't think of anyone more

qualified than you. Mama's added a watchtower schematic to your PC. See if you don't have it on you.

Consider fabricating one. Never know when you'll need to recon an area. That thing you're holding is a crystal

collector. As the name suggests, it provides secure storage for any crystals you gather. Allow me to describe your foreign chiral

crystals. They appeared gold to the naked eye. They're frequently found in formations resembling human...

happenings. Surrounding rocks and debris tend to float a few

feet above the ground, and they are most commonly found in areas with high precipitation. Got all that? Rain, floating

rocks, golden temperance... that multi-vector look. For these three things and you'll find the crystals. If you've been

especially observant, too, then perhaps you know where to look. Scanning the bridges... ID verifying... ID

it's clear. Begin. Staff have a pleasant journey. Don't mind me. Weapons restrictions lifted. Call it a rule or habit, but most mules

almost always bring stolen shipments home with them. Find the postbox, steal back the cargo; simple as that. But be careful, these guys are armed. If

this goes sideways, be ready to fight. Remember, Sam, before you approach the mule drop site, we recommend you use a

watchtower to confirm the location of the postbox containing our cargo. [Music] You'll drop signs are rarely deserted, so

remaining undetected is key. Keep a low profile, that moves slowly to minimize noise. Construction complete. [Music]

[Music] [Applause] Spotted by a mule! Find somewhere to hold on, it'll move around.

[Music] [Music] Then busy... seems all the mules in your vicinity have been incapacitated.

There we go, you damn addicts chasing cargo. Hi, Shane, we got a deal. What the [ __ ]

At all. Second the day, everything deliveries were handled by unmanned vehicles and drones. All we had to do was sit back and

let them work. It was revolutionary, damn near singularity. No reason we're about to take off, but people didn't like

it when we took the human element out of the service industry. So, after some consideration, we put it back in, mate.

Jobs no one really needed and gave them to the folks who couldn't live without them. And from there, it's no vote. Now we've

got coats of cargo chasing crazy. So you get off on hijacking, shifting jackals always on the lookout for the next

quarter. Make sure you're not him, okay? Just a bit further now. Beginning Stan... Stan and Bridges, I think

they're fine. All weapons will remain locked until departure. Cargo verified. Thank you. But we're conditioned for replacement in

suffice [Music] Ah, time to get that chiral printer in working order. Sorry to put you through

so much trouble, but trust me, it'll be worth it. Excellent! The unit doesn't have a scratch on it. Never doubted you'd come

through for us. [Music] Sam, now your shoes... holding up not too well, I imagine, conditions being what

they are out there. Nothing ruins your day like shoes falling apart while you're on the job. To carry on like that

and it's only a matter of time before you injure yourself. I've arranged for boots to be added to your supplies,

Bridges standard issue, so they ought to fit you fine. You should always carry an extra pair, but if you forget or run into

trouble, you can fabricate another by a terminal at one of our many facilities. Sierra, congratulations, son.

I understand you now have access to a chiral printer, an extraordinary restoration device that can only function because of

the manner in which our network utilizes the beach, enabling us to transfer massive volumes of data instantaneously.

Since, under normal circumstances, such transfers would take hours, not days, some have speculated that the chiral network

might, in essence, be a time machine; that it is transmitting data into the past. Suffice it to say, we have

yet to fully grasp the fundamental nature of the network and the beach, which we have come to rely on.

What might it be like?  Our relationship with it...  It's like primitive man's relationship with fire: Is it useful? Quite. Is it dangerous?

Undeniably so. Nevertheless, we have decided that the reward outweighs the risk. Furthermore, as the BTs are linked

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