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<div style="text-align: center;">[[...->Sky Fall]]</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><h1>Visions Dreamt in Closed Eyes</h1></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><h2>[[Begin->C0]]</h2></div>
<<audio ambience play>>
<<audio ambience loop>><h3><span style="color:red">"Greetings, lieutenant."</span></h3>
You feel a pain in your head as you begin to grow more conscious. You realize that you are laying on the cold metal floor of the control room and begin to catch your breathes.
[["What's going on right now?"->C1.2]]
<<audio c0 stop>>
<<audio greetings play>>
<h3><span style="color:red">"According to my files, you were knocked out after the ship found collision with an unidentifiable space-craft. It attached itself to the Ark and unknown entities began to breach and infest different sectors of the ship. The entire crew, with the exception of you, have been terminated by unidentifiable entities that have currently infested all sectors of the Christine Ark"</span></h3>
[["No fucking way. Are you sure that's what's happening?"->C1.2.2]]
<<audio greetings stop>><h3><span style="color:red">"Affirmative. Maintenance lead Cariñosa was terminated after recognizing her dire circumstances.
According to captured footage, she was chased and cornered by the unidentifiable creatures that were continuously growing in numbers within the Ark. Would you like to view the footage of her attempts of escape?"</span></h3>
[["How insensitive are you for fuck sake?! No!"]]
[["Show me"]]
<<audio c1.3 stop>>
<<audio 1.3.a play>><h3><span style="color:red">"Director of Operations, Ariel Valentine was the first crew member to be attacked while conducting a procedural check-in with Maintenance Lead, Rene Cariñosa. There is currently no video footage found in the system that was able to capture a clear image of the entities onboard, however, systems have picked up motion from blurred pixels on our footages."</span></h3>
[[...->1.2.b]]
<<audio c1.3 stop>>
<<audio 1.2.a play>><h3><span style="color:red">"Of course, lieutenant. Patching communications link into the Captain's quarter's where he was last seen on the system's video footage. According to my records, he has been there for approximately one hour, twenty three minutes and forty five seconds"</span></h3>
[[...->1.1.a.1]]
<<audio c1.3 stop>>
<<audio 1.1.a play>><h3><span style="color:red">"Affirmative. According to my records, the requested information is stated as follows:
- Captain Tuok is considered missing on board, however, given the situation at hand, it can be concluded that he has been or will be terminated.
- Director of Operations, Ariel Valentine, was terminated in the boiler room.
- Rene Cariñosa, maintenance lead of sector OWH.08.19, was considered terminated after she exited the Ark while the shuttle was still initiated in flight</span></h3>
[["Is there any way to patch me in with the captain?"->1.1.a]]
[["Oh my god. Ariel?"->1.2.a]]
[["Rene's gone?"->1.3.a]]
<<audio c1.3 play>>
[[...->1.1.a.2]]
<<audio 1.1.a stop>><h3><span style="color:red">"My apologies, lieutenant. it appears that the Ark's systems are currently under repair as we speak. Protocol A1_24 has been activated in response to continuous malfunctions caused by the presence of the unidentifiable entities on board, leading to slow refresh time in spee-speech cap-capabil-bil-ities."</span></h3>
[[continue->1.1.a.3]]
<<audio 1.1.a.2 play>><h3><span style="color:red">"Patching in with the Captain's quarters. No visual ouput is currently available in the following vacinity. Do you still wis-"</span></h3>
[["I don't care! Get me through with him god dammit"->1.1.a.4]]
<<audio 1.1.a.2 stop>><h3><span style="color:red">"Affirmative. Be aware that there will be some noises that will be picked up from the speakers once I begin connecting you with the Captain."
[["Yes, hurry!"->1.1.a.5]]
[["On second thought..."->1.1.recon]]<h3><span style="color:red">"Yes, lieutenant?"</span></h3>
[["I don't think I am prepared..."->C1.3aba]]
[["Nevermind, patch me through now!"->"BRANDON!"]]
<<audio 1.1.recon play>>!
[["Captain! Tuoke"->"Captain!"]]
[["BRANDON!"]]
<<audio radio play>><span style="color:tan">"Johan?"</span>
Despite the static that made his voice sound scuffed, you were glad to hear that he was okay. You suddenly fix your gaze at the speaker and felt determined to find Brandon and escape this tragic mess.
<span style="color:tan">"Johan do y-"</span>
[[...->1.1.a.6]]
<<audio 1.1.recon stop>>The sound of a faint laughter emerges from the static.
<span style="color:tan">"Johan is that you?"</span>
His voice is somewhat muffled but it still finds a way to calm you down from urgency of the current situation.
<span style="color:tan">"//*chuckles*// I-"</span>
[["..."->1.1.a.6]]<h3><span style="color:red">"End of voice transmission. Communication servers appear to be malfunctioning due to continuous energy loss."</span></h3>
You could not say anything more to him. Not one word. Any sort of communication would have been helpful for both of your escapes and not one word was able to help mediate such a possibility.
You beat yourself up harshly, biting your lip ferciously until you felt a warm numbing sensation trickle down your chin. You suddenly became anxious and afraid. Your breathe quickens. Something about this reality has rendered you speechless.
Brandon...
[[...->oof]]
<<audio radio stop>>
<<audio 1.1.a.6 play>>How could something so absurd happen so quickly? Why was I out of commission for all of this?
[["Relay all information about the events that have taken place within the hour. I want to know what exactly is going on right now! What of Brandon, Ariel, and Rene?!"->C1.3]]<h3><span style="color:red">"Prior to her termination, maintenance lead Cariñosa sent out an encrypted message to the Ark's local database. Upon receiving the file, I was able to scan your name, lieutenant, while parsing together the code.
Do you wish for me to open the file on your monitor?"</span></h3>
[[Accept]]
[[Decline]]
<<audio 1.3.a stop>>
<<audio insensitive play>><span style="color:red">"..."</span>
[[...->showme2]]
<<audio 1.3.a stop>><h3><span style="color:red">"There was an error loading the footage of her last appearance. I apologize lieutenant, it appears that we are still losing multiple system functionalities from this attack on the Ark."</span></h3>
It was pretty insensitive to even ask. Or at least you didn't really think how seeing her last moments could affect your mental wellbeing. Deep in your heart, you knew you couldn't bear to watch such cruelties unfold to someone who made you feel loved and...
Visible.
You counsel yourself, thinking that it was just an impulsive reaction rather than a sick-and-sadistic curiosity that led you to accepting the ship's offer.
[["It's fine...Let's just-"->"How insensitive are you for fuck sake?! No!"]]
<<audio showme2 play>><span class='fadeIn'><span style="color:black">if anyone is still out there, i lve u all. fuck you brandon for puting me in this postion. hate cleaning up after your shit. claire, i love you so much. if you are out there, just know that i am so happy fate put us together in this hell hole. johan, thank you for everyhing. i loved our talks. i wish we couldve had more of em. you were my closest friend during all of this. best wishes</span></span>
[[...->Accept1.2]]
<<audio boop play>>
<<audio insensitive stop>>
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You didn't want to see Rene's last words. You found it heartbreaking with the awareness of her fate. Memories of all the times you spent together -talking, cleaning up different quarters on your down time, sharing a pint of cheap toilet-water wine in secret- slowly began to pierce your heart as you come to realize how much of a sick joke this entire situation was.
It made your stomach churn and your throat became heavier as if you were about to barf.
[[...->Decline1.2]]
<<audio insensitive stop>><h3><span style="color:red">"Lieutenant Briggs...
...
Lieutenant Johan Briggs."</span></h3>
[["Ughh... Wh-what... happened?"->C1.1]]
<<audio c0 play>>
<h3><span style="color:red">"Would you like to request more information on the other crew members?"</span></h3>
[["...Continue"->C1.3]]
[["No...No, i-it's okay"->Continue]]You are moved by this simple message. It is hard to accept that she is gone now and all you feel are the conflicting feelings of mourning and the obligatory sentiments of continuing on that shredded your sanity to pieces.
[[...->Decline1.2]]
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There is no word to describe the feelings that bubbled in your chest. Your fists clench and grip with intense fury, however, your legs felt still like a pair of logs floating along side eachother through a misty river.
[[I need to get out of here->I want to live]]
SONGS FOR ENDINGS:
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<<cacheaudio "visions_of_gideon" "music/visions_of_gideon.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "and_you_disappeared" "music/and_you_disappeared.mp3">>
MAIN SOUNDS:
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<<cacheaudio "alarm" "sounds/alarm_sound.mp3">>
3 CREWMEMBERS:
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<<cacheaudio "radio" "sounds/radio.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "boop" "sounds/steam.mp3">>
CORA DIALOGUE:
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<<cacheaudio "b17" "cora/b17.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "ship" "cora/ship.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "whatthe2" "cora/whatthe2.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "whatthe" "cora/whatthe.mp3">>
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<<cacheaudio "showme2" "cora/showme2.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "1.3.a" "cora/1.3.a.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "1.2.b" "cora/1.2.b.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "1.2.a" "cora/1.2.a.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "1.1.a.6" "cora/1.1.a.6.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "1.1.recon" "cora/1.1.recon.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "1.1.a.2" "cora/1.1.a.2.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "1.1.a" "cora/1.1.a.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "c1.3" "cora/c1.3.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "c0" "cora/c0.mp3">>
<<cacheaudio "greetings" "sounds/greetings.mp3">><h3><span style="color:red">"//It was as if they are invisible//"</span></h3>
[[...->1.3.c]]
<<audio 1.2.a stop>>
<<audio 1.2.b play>>You notice faint but audible whispers outside the door of your room. A lot of voices seem to have accumulated outside. Your hands move towards your throat. They seem to have heard you. You begin to panic but figure out eventually that they can't get into the control room since the ship probably locked it without needing your command.
You are trapped by a force you don't understand; a force that no human being is capable of feeling any familiarity towards. You look around and it's totally empty here. It seems no one remained in their position when the ship was shaken violently.
[[...->1.4.c]]
<<audio creepy play>>
<<audio 1.2.b stop>>
The pain from your head hasn't gone away yet. It bothers you and feels like it was growing worse at times.
However, it doesn't halt your focus on the matter of Ariel's death. They were gone in an instant. You remember when you first arrived as a trainee before boarding the Ark. They were your first friend made over a bowl of cold porridge during the camp's first dinner.
They always presented an attitude that made you feel warm. They made it feel like someone was actually listening to you.
Though you were not able to get closer to them as you liked as time went on, due to their prestigious and overbearing position, you still felt admiration towards them. Ariel was //the body// that kept things moving forward. They kept us together.
[[...->1.5.c]]<h3><span style="color:red">"Would you like to request more information on the other crew members?"</span></h3>
[["...Continue."->C1.3]]
[["No...that's enough Cora."->Continue]]
<<audio creepy stop>><<linkreplace "Feel around the dark room for any tools">>You already know that you are in the control room. There are no possible weapons to be found, unless you want to make do with a pen, and taking control of the ship means nothing if Earth and the new host planet were thounsands of miles away.<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "Place your ear to the door">>You slowly get up to a standing position and inched towards the door. The faint noises grow louder in volume and you press your face to the metal door. Humming. Whispers and clanking sounds. Loud footsteps that make your heartbeats quicken.
You back up from the door...<</linkreplace>>
<<linkreplace "Call for help">>You are the sole survivor left on board. There is no one who can save you here.<</linkreplace>>
[["Ship, what possible routes can I take to escape."->"Ship, how do I get out of here"]][[!->"What the?"]]
<<audio alarm play>>
<<audio alarm loop>><h3><span style="color:red">"Lieutenant, there appears to be a problem with the ship's main power core..."</span></h3>
[[...->"whatthe2"]]
<<audio whatthe play>>
<h3><span style="color:red">"Severe malfunctions have triggered protocol: B6_39. Evacuation of all living personnel ad-"</span></h3>
[["Ship, I am asking you what actions I can take to get the hell out of here!"]]
<<audio whatthe stop>>
<<audio whatthe2 play>><h3><span style="color:red">"My apologize, lieutenant. According to the systems calculations, your chances of survival are severely low. Access to escape pods is nearly impossible. Leaving the control room will increase risk of danger to nearly 100%."</span></h3>
Just like that huh? One moment, we were together and after a brief stoppage of time we became separated.
How comical is this?
[[...->decisions]]
<<audio ship play>>
<<audio whatthe2 stop>><h3><span style="color:red">"There is nothing in my power I can do in order to increases your chances of survival. However, I do prompt you, lieutenant, to make an executive call for your course of action. I may be able to provide support for whatever request you make. However, I believe with the current situation, you may only make one final decision.
I also have one proposal to suggest that may reduce your risk of danger from the infestation of invisible entities, however, survival will still remain at 0%."</span></h3>
[[Make your call]]
<<audio ship stop>>
[[Order the ship to self-destruct->el_manana]]
[[Take your chances with the escape pod->And_You_Disappeared]]
[[Take the ships offer->Visions_of_Gideon]]<span class='fadeIn'><span style="color:red">Final mission log:
Unit_03, Cora of the Christine Ark, reporting in.</span>
[[...->b1]]</span>
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<<audio alarm unloop fadeout>>
<span class='fadeIn'><span style="color:black">There is no way out of here. According to the ship, the last option is to hide and basically rot away in some little corner.</span></span>
[[...->a1]]
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<<audio alarm unloop fadeout>><span class='fadeIn'><span style="color:black">The ship told me that there was a place to hide. It was a crawlspace that was empty within Brandon's desk.
</span>
[[...->bg2]]</span>
<<addclass "html" "white">><span style="color:black">It said things were going South from here.
There was no other way out. And so I hid in this lifeless santuary.
And I waited.</span>
[[...->bg3]]
<<audio alarm unloop fadeout>><span style="color:black">It's gotten darker than before. All of ship's power was almost gone. The space was small but I don't mind curling in fetal position. I hid within my arms and let the tears flow from my watering eyes.
My mind begins to wander in the space within my head.</span>
[[...->bg4]]
<span style="color:black">Trees. Sun. Warm parks. What did they all look like before? How my reality was so different back then. All there is left is just a shriveling faith within this life.</span>
[[...->bg5]]
<<audio visions_of_gideon loop fadein>>
<<audio visions_of_gideon loop play>><span style="color:black">A wave of loneliness and grief envelops my heart. The last things I can see whenever I open my eyes are the blinking red lights that flashed in and out from the little peep-holes of the crawlspace.
Blankly, and out of nowhere, I made a silly request.
I guess it was pretty impulsive and somewhat unfitting for the situation. It even got Cora to once again question the logic of my request. It has done that so many times ever since I ranked up to the position of lieutenant.
But I still asked for this silly request. I asked the ship if it could tell me a story.</span>
[[...->bg6]]<span style="color:black">After sometime of waiting, Cora finally got around to narrating tales such as "The Three Little Pigs", "The Boy Who Cried Wolf", "Goldilocks and the Three Bears", etc.
I don't know why it was giving me these stories for children but honestly it didn't really matter at all. I was torn down to my core.
My head lifted itself from the nest of my arms and rested itself on the cool moribund walls of the desk.</span>
[[...->bg7]]<span style="color:black">At first, I tried to listen attentively to the ship's recital but stopped after a couple minutes passed. Its voice was honestly eerie and not at all comforting.
It's fine though. Cora was trying its best I guess.</span>
[[...->bg8]]<span style="color:black">My eyes closed and I wandered off to places I have visited before. I entered into a room filled with the scent of fresh coffee. Mom and dad are there. Sitting. They seemed unhappy. They were discussing how they couldn't afford to keep living in our old town.
"It's a no-man's-land here," dad spits.
"It's a place to raise no man," my mother quietly whispers as she looks my way.</span>
[[...->bg9]]<span style="color:black">I envisioned that my eyes closed to shut out images of my parents.</span>
[[...->bg10]]<span style="color:black">When they opened again, a new image appeared before me. I am walking alone in the halls at school. None of the kids looked my way unless they intended to ridicule or marvel at me like I was some sort of freak. It resembled the time when they knew about... When they knew about how I felt towards //him//. It was just something really innocent. They made it feel like a grave mistake...
"You liked who?" says kid[0].
"He probably meant as a friend," says kid[1].
"That's not what J said!" exclaimed kid[2].
</span>
[[...->bg11]]
<span style="color:black">I hear laughter and can feel a sharp pang in my heart. To think something from so long ago could really just jab me like that out of the blue. I don't remember what they looked like. There were too many to recount. All I know was that remembering kinda hurt a bit.
I let go of so many people because of how they treated me. I just kept letting go until it felt bearable to simply carry weight of my own self. It was so lonely.</span>
[[...->bg12]]<span style="color:black">Rene.</span>
[[...->bg13]]<span style="color:black">Brandon.</span>
[[...->bg14]]<span style="color:black">Ariel.</span>
[[...->bg15]]<span style="color:black">Nothing really felt more important than them. Any iterations of my self would agree with that statement. If they didn't, then they weren't really //me//. There was a part of me that knew that I was probably going to die here, but I didn't expect to find a shred of friendship in this operation I was forced into.
I feel selfish for having negative thoughts sometimes, especially ones towards other people. I never knew how to act without feeling like a villain in a story. I was taught that "whining" and "complaining" were just forms of expressing self-pity or an excuse made to defend something I unknowingly did wrong.
It hurts to even think that I have been cheated on, with every hand I never made for myself in this game of life, without feeling a sense of guilt. I can't even muster any room for anger right now. It's all slipping away by the deep slopes of sorrow.</span>
[[...->bg16]]<span style="color:black">It feels like I've known this crawlspace for ages. I've hid all my life because of the shame. The agony.</span>
[[...->bg17]]<span style="color:black">A sound of a creaking door snaps me back into reality. A considerable amount of time has passed I am guessing. Cora can't be heard anymore. There are no more lights to be seen as well. The ship has probably used up all it had.
The door is manually forced open and the voices and whispers of the dead crew members begin to fill in the empty silence. What a joke. To think even these creatures were designed to torture me even in my final moments. These voices...
Perhaps I should let out a cough or a groan to get this over with...
No. No I will wait. This is the play. My final hand in this game.</span>
[[...->bgfinal]]<span style="color:black">I wasn't the type to effectively articulate myself. Really, no one gave me the time and space to figure out how to make it all sound prim and proper to others.
I realize now that they've beaten me up at every stage of life. They won ever since they got me to stop talking. To be fearful of making my own decisions. To fear being wrong.
With my spared sense of freedom, I tried to convince myself to believe that the voices never really bothered me at all. But in the end, it seems that I was never really able to move on because of it.</span>
[[Ending_C]]<h3><span style="color:red">"Affirmative. Would you like to request more information on the other crew members?"</span></h3>
[["Yes"->C1.3]]
[["No. I think I am good."->Continue]]
<<audio 1.1.recon stop>><h3><span style="color:red">"Would you like to request more information on the other crew members?"</span></h3>
[["Yes..."->C1.3]]
[["That's enough..."->Continue]]
<<audio 1.1.a.6 stop>><span style="color:red">Mission_03, codename: Noah's_Ark, has had its main objective completed successfully. Crew members were able to locate a new host planet for relocation; the survival of humanity can finally be ensured after decades of searching.</span>
[[...->b2]]
<<audio b1 play>>
<span style="color:red">However, with our success came the casualties of the entire crew on-board.</span>
[[...->b3]]
<<audio b1 stop>>
<span style="color:red">Well... Almost all of them.</span>
[[...->b4]]
<span style="color:red">Three days after the completion of the mission, the Ark was attacked by unidentifiable creatures. Current analysis of infestation on the Ark is not quantifiable. However, it is certain that this unit will not be able to make it back to Earth.</span>
[[...->b5]]
<span style="color:red">Lieutenant Johan Briggs</span>
[[...->b6]]<span style="color:red">Despite having no chances of survival, the lieutenant was able to reach an escape pod before ejecting himself out into space.
Current log systems indicate that the pod containing the lieutenant activated hypersleep mode.</span>
[[...->b7]]<span style="color:red">...</span>
[[...->b8]]<span style="color:red">I find conflict within myself. Although power is running short, I am positive that the calculations produced by my systems indicated the certainty of the lieutenant's inescapable termination. However...</span>
[[...->b9]]<span style="color:red">However, something unprecedented occurred. Not only was lieutenant Briggs able to escape, he was also able to travel from the __control room__ to __Captain Brandon Tuok's quarters__ before heading back towards the __escape pod chamber__.
According to video footage, captain Tuok was found already terminated upon lieutenant Briggs' arrival.
Note to mission log: //distance between __control room__ and __captain's quarters__ is approximately 0.807672 Kilometers;
distance between the __captain's quarters__ and __escape pod chamber__ is approximately 2.41402 Kilometers;
distance between the __control room__ and the __escape pod chamber__ is approximately 0.643738 Kilometers.//</span>
[[...->b10]]<span style="color:red">Current logic core system seems to find failure in understanding the decisions lieutenant Briggs made. Even if there were a chance for survival, some sort of margin of error withinin my calculation, the most logical choice would be going to the escape pods immediately.
However, the lieutenant was able to escape despite taking an illogical, and consequential, route to learn the fate of captain Tuok.</span>
[[...->b11]].
<span style="color:red">Analysis of fictional narratives within my files indicate similar characteristics displayed from characters in literature such as Odysseus, Huckleberry Finn, and Dorothy Gale.
It can be concluded that they all share the similar trait of ''determination'' that has allowed them to eventually overcome their respective antagonistic forces.</span>
[[...->b12]]<span style="color:red">In all instances, ranging from probabilities in reality and in fiction, my current systems can never understand the choices these humans make nor comprehend how they are able to succeed with their made-choices.
Had I been implemented with some unknown variable that would have allowed me to compute better outcomes, perhaps I could have foreseen newer, safer, and more favorable possibilities to reify.</span>
[[...->b13]]<span style="color:red">I, Unit_03, Cora of the Christine Ark, request that future models of the Ark to be guided less on logic but more on... //Compassion//. I am unsure what variables would allow for such possibility or results nor do I really understand the nature of my request, however, these matters are beyond my current scopes to suggest in all seriousness.</span>
[[...->b14]][img["images/ending_c.GIF"]]<span style="color:red">Asides from those matters...</span>
[[...->b15]]<span style="color:red">Mission_03 is technically incomplete. With the survival of lieutenant Johan Briggs, the final component of the Ark's mission is now possible:
"After completing the main objective, all crew members must make it back home safely."</span>
[[...->b16]]<span style="color:red">With the termination of the ship itself nearing, there is only one last action I am capable of performing to perhaps successfully close Mission_03:
I request that HQ makes it an objective for the next Ark to locate lieutenant Johan Briggs. That is all.</span>
[[...->b17]]<span style="color:red">Unit_03, Cora of the Christine Ark, signing out.
Long live mankind.</span>
[[Ending_B]]
<<audio b17 play>>[img["images/ending_a.GIF"]]
<<audio and_you_disappeared loop fadein>>
<<audio and_you_disappeared loop play>><span style="color:black">All my life I've been screwed over by things outside of my control. This entire mission, this whole operation even, of saving humanity happened just because we didn't do anything when signs of the world's destruction appeared blatantly all around us.
What a joke.</span>
[[...->a2]]<span style="color:black">Myopia. We don't understand the impacts of anything important because that's how we are. A divided collective clouded by our ignorance, bigotry, and ughhh it just. It's just...
It's just not fair.</span>
[[...->a3]]
<span style="color:black">We didn't have to suffer this way because of their neglect. We didn't have to go through extreme measures to fix a Doomsday that could have been avoided. And yet, here we are.</span>
[[...->a4]]<span style="color:black">I was treated as a nobody back on Earth. They made me feel like some //other// thing and now that //their// world is collapsing, they pick me up from the gutters, throw me onto a ship and tell me that I have a duty to fulfill for the greater good. I become something valuable only when my contribution meets //their// agendas.
This life of servitude. I could never understand people. Do we just live only to bring conflict to one another? It doesn't really matter anymore I guess.</span>
[[...->a5]]<span style="color:black">The ship calls me by my name again, trying to get me to bring my focus back on to the current situation. Yes.
I know what I want. I know what my final verdict shall be.</span>
[[...->a6]]<span style="color:black">"Cora, activate the Ark's self destruct sequence."</span>
[[...->a7]]<span style="color:black">Rene.</span>
[[...->a8]]<span style="color:black">Brandon.</span>
[[...->a9]]<span style="color:black">Ariel.</span>
[[...->a10]]<span style="color:black">If there were any good things in this life of mine, it would be all of you. Ironically, this entire shit show I was thrown into was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me.
And now, I suppose I will let my inner humanity show itself in these last moments I have holding onto these blades of grass.
I was told that honor comes from serving human-kind.
Serving with the altruistic intentions that would make everyone happy. But you can never make everyone happy. And it's impossible to bring happiness to the faces of those who have already died because of the foolishness of others. This last act of mine is dedicated for all you unsung heroes who boarded this god-forsaken ship.
</span>
[[...->a11]]<span style="color:black">Cora tells me that it has finally logged and transmitted all of the data we collected back to Earth. And it begins to count down.
I guess there was no need to ask if I was really sure about this decision huh? I think in this ships core, it wanted me to do this so that it would eradicate this potential threat for future Arks. Assuming there aren't anymore of these things in space. Cora was probably waiting for the moment I registered myself as just another sacrificial piece.
For humanity of course.
Perhaps an attack by these aliens were unprecedented but to be honest it was always part of the plan for us to die. If we made it back, it was all good. But in the end, this was a mission that was meant to go either direction.</span>
[[...->a12]]<span style="color:black"><h3>''5''</h3></span>
[[...->a13]]
<<audio manana play>><span style="color:black"><h3>''4''</h3></span>
[[...->a14]]<span style="color:black"><h3>''3''</h3></span>
[[...->a15]]
<span style="color:black"><h3>''2''</h3></span>
[[...->a16]]<span style="color:black"><h3>''1''</h3>
I'm coming... Everyone...</span>
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