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This is a recovered page
Level 602 is a page originally posted to the former M.E.O.D.'s database on the 13th February, 2041. Despite the bureaucracy of the M.E.O.D.'s liquidation, this page was retrieved in the negotiations and bidding wars for the new Independent Database.
This page will be updated to show previously suppressed information surrounding Level 602. For now, however, excuse the mess.
We hope you have a wonderful day! Keep safe and keep well!
SURVIVAL DIFFICULTY:
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Description

The landscape of Level 602.
Level 602, known initially as PA462, is an infinitely long salt flat with a mirage of towns and mountains in the far distance. At the current time of writing,1 it is believed that the only physical parts of the level are the salt floor, the thick hot air, and the blue sky. The distant geographical and artificial features are either a heat mirage, an illusion, or eternally distant from non-Euclidean effects.
The ground of the salt flat (composed of salt, clay, and emulsified fish fossils) is brittle, soft, and gives easily to heavy weight. The temperature fluctuates but sits around 300 kelvin, and as 602 also lacks major wind currents, there is no natural ventilation.
The only method of surviving Level 602 short-term is by utilising the level's hot sun for solar power, which can be used for fans. However, as only canvas structures can be erected due to the pulpy ground, building practical shelter is impossible. It is also known that, despite low winds, salt compounds can damage even the most modern Renovation and Technological Division contraptions. Either because of the unique particles present in the aquatic remains or general Backrooms weirdness, damaged machinery is irreparable.
All of these factors make actually trying to survive here useless. There is no natural food or water, anything to scavenge, anything to learn, or anywhere to travel to. That being said, the M.E.O.D. is always willing to be proven wrong. If one desires, they may sign up for the Travel, Military, Research, or Exploration Division to potentially join in Level 602 research.#ad
Entrances and Exits
Level 602 is only accessible through a single trapdoor in the rocks of Level 688's surface. The trapdoor works in both directions.
Unbeknownst to most civilians of the now former M.E.O.D., the higher-ups of the previously mentioned divisions continued to greenlight fruitless expeditions into Level 602's far reaches. Equally unsurprisingly and unfortunately, none of these expeditions returned fruitful, and any that were not cancelled or killed perished. As no text records were saved after the Fall, and because the M.E.O.D. employed "junking policies" circa 2095, the reason why these were eternally greenlit is not known.
That being said, recovered messages paint a picture of needless bureaucracy exploited by sadistic corruption. Betting cultures among the division heads and immediate subordinates sprouted almost as soon as the level was discovered, which continued until the group's demise.
The future, we assure you, will be brighter than what has come before.