https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=Zen%2FBackground 2026-06-09T23:36:34Z Revision history for this page on the wiki MediaWiki 1.43.1 https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Zen/Background&diff=1524244&oldid=prev 2021-05-18T04:19:33Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 04:19, 18 May 2021</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l5">Line 5:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 5:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>With the structure of the government in shambles, Zen and those who joined him in returning to the mainland found themselves being taken in by RSX and given a helpful start in adjusting to this new world.  A basic understanding of how nanites worked, combat training to protect against overly eager mutants, and some standard equipment...  This wasn&#039;t the world they were familiar with.  It was easier for some than it was for others, and some weren&#039;t at all interested in receiving any of RSX&#039;s aid.  In Zen&#039;s case, it would be a few years until he was finally granted an opportunity to go home and see firsthand what had become of the life he knew.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>With the structure of the government in shambles, Zen and those who joined him in returning to the mainland found themselves being taken in by RSX and given a helpful start in adjusting to this new world.  A basic understanding of how nanites worked, combat training to protect against overly eager mutants, and some standard equipment...  This wasn&#039;t the world they were familiar with.  It was easier for some than it was for others, and some weren&#039;t at all interested in receiving any of RSX&#039;s aid.  In Zen&#039;s case, it would be a few years until he was finally granted an opportunity to go home and see firsthand what had become of the life he knew.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">The </del>home was nothing like <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Zen </del>remembered it.  Ruined buildings, empty streets, and scared mutants were all that he would find.  The house he grew up in was half-collapsed with clear signs of feral markings all around it.  No messages, no clues as to where his family might have gone, there was nothing that would help him find out if they were alright.  Any evidence he found would only hint at a very unfortunate end with bloodied clothes and claw marks littering the interior.  Disheartened by what he found, he would return with the scouting crew back to RSX HQ and try to cope with the idea that anyone he knew before P-day was likely gone.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">His </ins>home was nothing like <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">he </ins>remembered it.  Ruined buildings, empty streets, and scared mutants were all that he would find.  The house he grew up in was half-collapsed with clear signs of feral markings all around it.  No messages, no clues as to where his family might have gone, there was nothing that would help him find out if they were alright.  Any evidence he found would only hint at a very unfortunate end with bloodied clothes and claw marks littering the interior.  Disheartened by what he found, he would return with the scouting crew back to RSX HQ and try to cope with the idea that anyone he knew before P-day was likely gone.</div></td></tr> </table>

Zentheos https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Zen/Background&diff=1524243&oldid=prev 2021-05-18T04:19:03Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 04:19, 18 May 2021</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l1">Line 1:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 1:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn't the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government's dime seemed too good to pass up.  </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn't the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government's dime seemed too good to pass up. Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up.   </div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"> </del>Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up.   </div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td></tr> </table>

Zentheos https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Zen/Background&diff=1524242&oldid=prev 2021-05-18T04:17:44Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 04:17, 18 May 2021</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l1">Line 1:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 1:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn't the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government's dime seemed too good to pass up. <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"> Becoming a promising member of the Naval Air Research Divison, he would continue to hone his skills surrounded by very sharp individuals. </del> Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up.   </div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn't the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government's dime seemed too good to pass up.  </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>  Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up.   </div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">a few of </del>his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">based on the live data other groups were feeding the team he was on</del>.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Following </del>the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">advent </del>of <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">P-day</del>, Zen <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">would live on the USS Leviathan under a strict contingency protocol.  With all communication with </del>the mainland <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">cut off, they were left in silence, initially not knowing what had happened.  It was only sometime later that they managed to get </del>in <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">contact with </del>RSX<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, discovering what had happened, </del>and <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">learning how dangerous the world had become </del>in <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">the blink of an eye.  Many who were aboard become distressed about the situation, eager </del>to <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">learn what had happened to their friends and families back home</del>.  <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Zen was one </del>of <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">them</del>, <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">hopeful for good news</del>, and <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">fearful to learn the potentially horrific truth</del>.  <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Some members aboard </del>the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">ship, however, </del>were <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">more interested in staying put and not risking becoming involved </del>with <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">some unknown virus</del>.  <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">And so, with the crew split on the decision</del>, <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">those who decided to venture back onto the mainland where granted use of the auxiliary vessels to make landfall </del>and <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">were sent off with the best </del>of <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">wishes</del>.  Zen <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">was one of them</del>, <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">deciding that </del>he<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">'d rather risk infection </del>and <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">learn </del>the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">truth than being left in the dark</del>.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">With </ins>the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">structure </ins>of <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">the government in shambles</ins>, Zen <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">and those who joined him in returning to </ins>the mainland <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">found themselves being taken </ins>in <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">by </ins>RSX and <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">given a helpful start </ins>in <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">adjusting </ins>to <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">this new world</ins>.  <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">A basic understanding </ins>of <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">how nanites worked</ins>, <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">combat training to protect against overly eager mutants</ins>, and <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">some standard equipment..</ins>.  <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">This wasn't </ins>the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">world they </ins>were <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">familiar </ins>with.  <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">It was easier for some than it was for others</ins>, and <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">some weren't at all interested in receiving any </ins>of <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">RSX's aid</ins>.  <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">In </ins>Zen<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">'s case</ins>, <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">it would be a few years until </ins>he <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">was finally granted an opportunity to go home </ins>and <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">see firsthand what had become of </ins>the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">life he knew</ins>.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">With the structure of the government in shambles, Zen and those who joined him in returning to the mainland found themselves being taken in by RSX and given a helpful start in adjusting to this new world.  A basic understanding of how nanites worked, combat training to protect against overly eager mutants, and some standard equipment...  This would be their new start.  It was easier for some than it was for others, and some weren't at all interested in receiving any of RSX's aid.  In Zen's case, it would be a few years until he was finally granted an opportunity to go home and see firsthand what had become of the life he knew.</del></div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The home was nothing like Zen remembered it.  Ruined buildings, empty streets, and scared mutants were all that he would find.  The <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">house </ins>he grew up in was half-collapsed with clear signs of feral markings all around it.  No messages, no clues as to where <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">his family </ins>might have gone, there was nothing that would help him find out if they were alright.  Any evidence he found would only hint at a very unfortunate end with bloodied clothes and claw marks littering the interior.  Disheartened by what he found, he would return with the scouting crew back to RSX HQ and try to cope with the idea that anyone he knew before P-day was <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">likely </ins>gone.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The home was nothing like Zen remembered it.  Ruined buildings, empty streets, and scared mutants were all that he would find.  The <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">home </del>he grew up in was half-collapsed with clear signs of feral markings all around it.  No messages, no clues as to where <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">they </del>might have gone, there was nothing that would help him find out if they were alright.  Any evidence he found would only hint at a very unfortunate end with bloodied clothes and claw marks littering the interior.  Disheartened by what he found, he would return with the scouting crew back to RSX HQ and try to cope with the idea that anyone he knew before P-day was <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">likly </del>gone.</div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> </table>

Zentheos https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Zen/Background&diff=1440402&oldid=prev 2019-11-07T06:42:27Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 06:42, 7 November 2019</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l2">Line 2:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 2:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with a few of his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models based on the live data other groups were feeding the team he was on.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with a few of his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models based on the live data other groups were feeding the team he was on.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"></ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Following the advent of P-day, Zen would live on the USS Leviathan under a strict contingency protocol.  With all communication with the mainland cut off, they were left in silence, initially not knowing what had happened.  It was only sometime later that they managed to get in contact with RSX, discovering what had happened, and learning how dangerous the world had become in the blink of an eye.  Many who were aboard become distressed about the situation, eager to learn what had happened to their friends and families back home.  Zen was one of them, hopeful for good news, and fearful to learn the potentially horrific truth.  Some members aboard the ship, however, were more interested in staying put and not risking becoming involved with some unknown virus.  And so, with the crew split on the decision, those who decided to venture back onto the mainland where granted use of the auxiliary vessels to make landfall and were sent off with the best of wishes.  Zen was one of them, deciding that he'd rather risk infection and learn the truth than being left in the dark.</ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"></ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">With the structure of the government in shambles, Zen and those who joined him in returning to the mainland found themselves being taken in by RSX and given a helpful start in adjusting to this new world.  A basic understanding of how nanites worked, combat training to protect against overly eager mutants, and some standard equipment...  This would be their new start.  It was easier for some than it was for others, and some weren't at all interested in receiving any of RSX's aid.  In Zen's case, it would be a few years until he was finally granted an opportunity to go home and see firsthand what had become of the life he knew.</ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"></ins></div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">The home was nothing like Zen remembered it.  Ruined buildings, empty streets, and scared mutants were all that he would find.  The home he grew up in was half-collapsed with clear signs of feral markings all around it.  No messages, no clues as to where they might have gone, there was nothing that would help him find out if they were alright.  Any evidence he found would only hint at a very unfortunate end with bloodied clothes and claw marks littering the interior.  Disheartened by what he found, he would return with the scouting crew back to RSX HQ and try to cope with the idea that anyone he knew before P-day was likly gone.</ins></div></td></tr> </table>

Zentheos https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Zen/Background&diff=1440401&oldid=prev 2019-11-07T05:41:06Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 05:41, 7 November 2019</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l1">Line 1:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 1:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn't the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government's dime seemed too good to pass up.  Becoming a promising member of the Naval Air Research Divison, he would continue to hone his skills surrounded by very sharp individuals.  Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up.  As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with a few of his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models based on the live data other groups were feeding the team he was on.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn't the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government's dime seemed too good to pass up.  Becoming a promising member of the Naval Air Research Divison, he would continue to hone his skills surrounded by very sharp individuals.  Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up.   </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with a few of his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models based on the live data other groups were feeding the team he was on.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td></tr> </table>

Zentheos https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Zen/Background&diff=1440400&oldid=prev 2019-11-07T05:39:40Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 05:39, 7 November 2019</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l1">Line 1:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 1:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">    </del>Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn't the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government's dime seemed too good to pass up.  Becoming a promising member of the Naval Air Research Divison, he would continue to hone his skills surrounded by very sharp individuals.  Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn't the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government's dime seemed too good to pass up.  Becoming a promising member of the Naval Air Research Divison, he would continue to hone his skills surrounded by very sharp individuals.  Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up. <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"> </ins>As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with a few of his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models based on the live data other groups were feeding the team he was on.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">    </del>As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with a few of his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models based on the live data other groups were feeding the team he was on.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> </table>

Zentheos https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Zen/Background&diff=1440399&oldid=prev 2019-11-07T05:38:48Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 05:38, 7 November 2019</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l1">Line 1:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 1:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>     Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn&#039;t the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government&#039;s dime seemed too good to pass up.  Becoming a promising member of the Naval Air Research Divison, he would continue to hone his skills surrounded by very sharp individuals.  Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>     Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn&#039;t the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government&#039;s dime seemed too good to pass up.  Becoming a promising member of the Naval Air Research Divison, he would continue to hone his skills surrounded by very sharp individuals.  Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"></del></div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>     As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with a few of his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models based on the live data other groups were feeding the team he was on.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>     As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with a few of his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models based on the live data other groups were feeding the team he was on.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td></tr> </table>

Zentheos https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Zen/Background&diff=1440398&oldid=prev 2019-11-07T05:38:29Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 05:38, 7 November 2019</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l1">Line 1:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 1:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn't the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government's dime seemed too good to pass up.  Becoming a promising member of the Naval Air Research Divison, he would continue to hone his skills surrounded by very sharp individuals.  Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">    </ins>Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn't the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government's dime seemed too good to pass up.  Becoming a promising member of the Naval Air Research Divison, he would continue to hone his skills surrounded by very sharp individuals.  Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with a few of his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models based on the live data other groups were feeding the team he was on.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">    </ins>As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with a few of his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models based on the live data other groups were feeding the team he was on.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td></tr> </table>

Zentheos https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Zen/Background&diff=1440397&oldid=prev 2019-11-07T05:38:12Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 05:38, 7 November 2019</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l1">Line 1:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 1:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">%t </del>Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn't the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government's dime seemed too good to pass up.  Becoming a promising member of the Naval Air Research Divison, he would continue to hone his skills surrounded by very sharp individuals.  Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up.<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">%r %r %t </del>As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with a few of his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models based on the live data other groups were feeding the team he was on.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn't the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government's dime seemed too good to pass up.  Becoming a promising member of the Naval Air Research Divison, he would continue to hone his skills surrounded by very sharp individuals.  Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up.</div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-deleted"></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with a few of his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models based on the live data other groups were feeding the team he was on.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td></tr> </table>

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<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 05:37, 7 November 2019</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l1">Line 1:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 1:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">    </del>Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn't the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government's dime seemed too good to pass up.  Becoming a promising member of the Naval Air Research Divison, he would continue to hone his skills surrounded by very sharp individuals.  Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">%t </ins>Just prior to P-day, Zen was a bright young student with an interest in computer science and programming.  With good grades, a supporting family, and connections within the Navy, he soon found himself in an internship program that would mold him into being the type of person the Navy needed.  It wasn't the sort of career he had seen himself entering into, but the opportunity to pick up valuable experience and travel around on the government's dime seemed too good to pass up.  Becoming a promising member of the Naval Air Research Divison, he would continue to hone his skills surrounded by very sharp individuals.  Without being tied down by a family, when the opportunity came to join the crew of the USS Leviathan, a deep ocean weapon testing vessel, he immediately signed himself up.<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">%r %r %t </ins>As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with a few of his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models based on the live data other groups were feeding the team he was on.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div> </div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div><del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">    </del>As fortune would have it, Zen was selected to join the crew of the USS Leviathan and was soon adjusting to life aboard the ship.  Sailing out from one of the naval bases in California, he would be out of contact with a few of his friends and loved ones for a while.  There, he would continue to work with computers and design simulation models based on the live data other groups were feeding the team he was on.  He would be kept busy with plenty of work, up until the point when the world was shaken by a catastrophe of unprecedented scale.</div></td><td colspan="2" class="diff-side-added"></td></tr> </table>

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