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Mike Evans' converted oil tanker — the floating headquarters of the Adventist faction of the ETO, sailing the Pacific with a hold full of Trisolaran transmission archives, until Da Shi's Operation Guzheng cut it into onion-rings of steel and bone.
The Judgment Day is the Adventist church and capital. People are born here. People die here. Mike Evans paces the bridge by night in his white linen, reciting fairy tales into a microphone that goes to no functioning receiver and that he insists still does. The crew are true believers from twenty countries. There are children. There are no weapons except small arms, because Evans has decided weapons would betray the Lord. This decision makes the Panama Canal nanowire ambush possible.
A 300-meter Liberian-flagged oil tanker in fading red and white paint, rust streaks down the hull, helipad on the foredeck, satellite dishes bristling from the bridge. The deck is unusually clean for a tanker — no pumping gear, no spill stains. Inside, the converted holds are climate-controlled archives, conference rooms, and a small chapel with no name.