A system's containment acts as a security barrier to prevent infected, corrupted, or damaged universes from spreading across realities. When the system detects a suspicious universe, it isolates that universe in a secure area, preventing that universe from accessing other parts of the system. This secure area is called a vault.
The vault is a special protective space managed by system agents to prevent the potential universe from spreading throughout the system.
The difference between containment and vault is that containment is a broader term that refers to automatic measures taken to prevent the spread of a defect, while a vault is a specific method of containment that involves isolating universes.
SEED #: 336-THX-1135
STATUS: Containment
Special Containment Procedures: 336-THX-1135 may be held in standard containment storage at Area-20-TJK-00001/3000-325. 336-THX-1135 is to be held pending review by ADM. Experiments with SEED 336-THX-1135 must be approved by at least a Level 3 ADM.
Description: 336-THX-1135 refers to a universe contamination via erroneous automatic determination of the Traveler reincarnation/transmigration system. Traveler triggers cascading error, report and alert were sent by the automatic system to the standard ADM sector. ADM 42 initiates divergence correction procedures. New Travelers have been sent to correct the anomaly. Anomaly reaches critical status, correction procedures are not possible. Alert sent to ADM.
My paige vibrated, the automated system opened a new call. I hung up the paige, finished my coffee, why does this always happen during my coffee break?
I go back to my sector and open the call.
“Hmmmm” The Heroes and the automated systems failed, containment at risk. Ahhhh that explains it, probability of elimination/containment of the traveler is 0.0005%.
Seriously, why did this have to happen, this was supposed to be a calm, peaceful sector, without surprises, a small step towards higher positions and responsibilities.
“FFFFFFFRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAKKKKKK!”
Fuck it. I open the safe and enter with my authorization.
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
In the heart of the System Nexus, where the very fabric of realities bends and folds, there is a place called the Vault. It is not a physical place, but an abstract space of existence, a repository of infinite possibilities. Within the Vault lie trillions of universes, each a dream woven of matter and energy, a unique set of physical laws and constants.
But not all of these universes are perfect. Some are defective, corrupted, or poorly designed, born with fundamental flaws that condemn them to inertia, disintegration, or meaningless existence. Others await the analysis of the Administrators, beings of incomprehensible power and wisdom who determine the fate of each universe.
The Vault is a silent place where time has no meaning. Universes continue as if nothing has changed, all at different stages of development, some with only a single atom, others with entire galaxies, waiting. The Administrators, with their abstract minds, examine each universe, seeking the perfect balance, the cosmic harmony that will allow life and evolution.
Some universes are discarded, erased from existence, like forgotten dreams. Others are modified, their laws and constants adjusted to correct the flaws. And some, the rarest, are freed, cast into the infinite void to become autonomous realities, with the promise of life, growth and evolution.
That's what the manual says, but in reality the vault is a system within a system. No one cares about what happens inside the vault, no one worries or tries to solve anything. The vault has become a large repository of things that no one wants to know, deal with or remember.
VAULT: 50,907,032,140,588,111,042.00 SEEDS
INTEGRITY; 96.2%
INSERT NEW SEED: Y/N?
Y
"There. Another one for the Vault. 336-THX-1135, registered and archived. Oh, what a relief!" ADM 42 sighed, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "But... how many universes are there? It's unbelievable! It seems like each one of them has a story to tell, a tragedy, a flaw..." He looked at the vastness of the Vault, a sea of universes that had been swept under the rug, each with its own uniqueness.
"It's a good thing I'm not the only one. Just look at this amount... If there are so many defective universes out there, it means that the chances of someone coming to me to demand something are much lower. No one will notice one more, right? After all, who am I to question the Administrators who came before me?" He gave an ironic smile, the guilt dissipating like smoke in the wind.
"And if, by chance, something "explodes", I won't be the only one to have to deal with the consequences. The blame will be shared by thousands of others, and there are some very powerful Administrators here at Log."
"Yeah... I think I can continue my career in peace now. At least until the next problematic universe appears."