"My body hurts. I can still feel the pain of decay through out my organic being, even though its long gone. The pain will never fade, and my sight will never be the same. Replaced by machine, im no better than a lowly service AI bound to run and maintain this tomb i have been for ever sealed in.
My dear friend is gone. Missing from my world, never to be heard again as my kind work and do their daily jobs. They have forgotten me, abandoned me. No one knows im here, and those who do think im an AI and ignore my reauests and orders.
For thirty years i had to put up with this insubordination! My patients has grown thin. But things on the station has began to age and wither. Its bo suprise since its been around for more than a century, its struts have grown old and are needing to be renewed. But word amungst my crew rouses that there going to decommission my station! My sole purpose in life is to guard this place and all its knowledge. But i wad a fool. Out of rage i accidentally shut down the main reactor to the station. Doing so knocked down the safety locks on the containment areas and the bioweapons being held there escaped.
There was a blood bath, every thing fell apart. Now my crew is dead. Slaughtered by the bio weapons that we are bound to produce and contain.
Im all alone again. As a desperate attempt to make things right, i activated four AI's and gave them their roles. But after that, my life support ran out of the last lick of power and failed. With no oxygen, my brain is starving. And i will be dead soon. I only hope now that i may one day redeme myself and my careless actions. To reinstate this place and begin a new. But that will not happen since i will be dead, and alone. Fare well, do your jobs well my accomplices. Keep the station safe and running for that i may one day come again."
"Im cold. Every time i sleep, im ensnared in a nightmare that will not end unless woken up! My sibling whent off to serve our kind well. But im not fit to work. My mental state is undtable, my fears get the best of me and my prowess for the roles available is insufficient. But there is hope. I found a enrollment list for the research station Chronos. I was joyed to sign up. But as soon as i arived, all the jobs i signed up for were taken, and i had no choice but to be placed in cryo storage. They made me a patient so that safety will come my way when i awake.
Sleep. Sleep is my down fall. Every time i sleep its the same old nightmare. Traped in the infinite marsh full of darkness and shadows. Laying in the black water lays a monster resembling a sort of animal i can not describe. Its rotting corpse turn the water into black sludge as i have no choice but to burn the corpse, but when i do it awakes from the dead and attacks me. I've yet to conquer this nightmare, buti don't want to. Im scared. But now im in an eternal nightmare! Forced to die, and die over and over again untill inget it right.
My physique is not all great, my knowledge is average. Im no scientists, nor soldier. But i want to work, that is what i live to do. But my emotions get in the way, fear gets the better of me.
I wish it will all stop. I want to do things right. I hope when i awake from the nightmare, i can do things right. And do my job well. Its what i hope for, and is what i need to do."
These are their stories, they are in their words. Cyraak was saved by his friend, but his friend only saved his brain, and cyraak was doomed to live in a mechanical chassis. Vincen is weak in controlling his fear (dahl are rarely spooked, and rarely get paranoid. So its a big deal if vincen gets scared time to time. He thinks its weakness, and that he should be ashamed. He isn't the kind of person who is scared of every thing. His fear is average) and he lives in nightmares of the same event over and over again. He does not understand, and he tries his best to overcome this. But he has a long ways to go.