![]() ![]() I opened the door and saw the decayed yet living flesh of a face. I knew she’d have to concede that I needed naps in order to function at all. I had about 25 minutes of logs from my nap alone. The constant messages from Shodan telling me to hurry up and to get moving piled up in my inbox. I managed to find an armory and I locked the door from the inside. I had only slept for about 20 minutes, I was fortunate that it had not been interrupted this time. How sad, the last connection to humanity I had was in the form of illusionary vocal chords. Messages of love, hate, door codes, and ship malfunctions from months ago. I had given up on discriminating the messages as to whether they would help me. Everything I had discovered was from the dead. I’m about to head off to take care of my plants but I’ll send out a longer message when I’m done. Things up here are exciting as always politics and science being tossed around like dodge balls. “Hi John, how are you doing? I hope you are doing well. I looked in my sack and found a particularly nice log I found a while back, I’ve been on this ship for days or maybe years, naturally it no longer really even mattered. I dreamt that I was back home, I didn’t have much back there, but I had my life. System Shock 2 - The Madness of Soldier G65434-2ĭamnit. I took some liberties yes but if you will bear with them I hope you enjoy the story anyways. I figured I might as well post it up because I happen to enjoy it, and I hoped you would too. (Not that he didin't do a good job) I actually wrote this a few months ago. Note: Me writing this wasn't inspired by Klendathu.
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