This is a terminal located in the game Marathon 2: Durandal.
Note: the proper name of this terminal is 65124.134.12##<CMND PRAMA &49c2>, but the # < > characters are not allowed in wiki article titles. The second terminal message has a different title: R-cdiurnal<39c.0.>.
Location[]
Game: Marathon 2: Durandal
Level: We're Everywhere
This terminal is located up on a ledge southeast of the starting position.
Terminal Text (unfinished)[]
DURANDAL_1707 65124.134.12##<CMND PRAMA &49c2>
65124.134.12##<CMND PRAMA &49c2>
Two hundred years ago, during the
Marathon's maiden voyage from Earth to Tau
Ceti, Tycho accused me of being too
sarcastic. I didn't communicate with him
for six years after that, which left him
with only Leela to talk to. I think he
still holds the grudge. You don't think
I'm sarcastic, do you?
Never mind.
Speaking of Tycho, I have detected his
presence in the Pfhor net. I assume he is
using the Pfhor's faster-than-light
communications technology to enter the net
remotely from a nearby system. His
appearance can only foreshadow the arrival
of Pfhor reinforcements.
65124.134.12##<CMND PRAMA &49c2>
The Pfhor have almost been exterminated
here, but I need you to open a pair of huge
external doors so that we can land heavy
machinery by shuttle.
Have you tried your new fusion gun against
the armored Pfhor hunters yet? My S'pht
rebuilt it with the sole purpose of short-
circuiting Pfhor-built machinery.
Return here when you have opened the doors.
DURANDAL_1707 65124.134.12##<CMND PRAMA &49c2>
Terminal Text (finished)[]
DURANDAL_1707 R-cdiurnal<39c.0.>
Do you remember the Pfhor-built human
simulacrums during the Tau Ceti invasion?
The elaborate Pfhor bureaucracy has a
Ministry for the Eradication Through
Imitation of Hostile Species Unsuitable for
Enslavement, Phan Pfhar Sfaern-Wsawn Tshah,
which is responsible for the design and
construction of such machines.
They meticulously constructed seventeen
different human body types and mixed them
with sixty-one unique facial models. The
resulting walking bombs were in every way
indistinguishable from real humans.
Their one mistake, dressing every last one
of the six thousand simulacrums in the
plain green overalls of a Marathon airlock
technician, had the amusing side-effect of making all the real airlock technicians
wander the ship naked during the invasion.
DURANDAL_1707 Contact 45-f<yb.34.81.qx>