Plink. Plink. Plink.
Adam lived in a standard modular apartment house. Everybody uses the unit design: two bedrooms, one bathroom, one combination living room/kitchen, and all of the units’ utilities can be hooked up together. It was perfect for a singleton or married couple, and since nobody dares brings kids out to the Tomb Worlds anymore, it didn’t matter if it was too small for a family. His ground floor apartment was one of eight, and two of the others already looked like they had been hurriedly abandoned. The other five probably would be by the end of the day. Nobody likes to be told they spent two days living next to a monster. And well they should, since everybody knows the space-happy trap their lairs.
Only Adam had done a half-assed job here. The booby-traps Adam had put around the place were just low-tech crap; broken glass under every window, and set at the edges of all the vents. That didn’t surprise me, since the guy had been an explorer before he had gone insane. Primitive deathtraps would be on-brand.
What did surprise and alarm me was the two traps The Process found. Mounted under the computer chair and fitted with a pressure trigger was an Amalgamation gadget used to synthesized methane gas in the field, only it had the chocks open and a spark-lighter attached; and the computer itself had a bit of malware in it that would have activated the unit’s cleansing protocols. Neither of those was the sort of thing you’d expect from a guy who liked to go play in the woods.