>>>>22 hour 13 minutes after the incident
Military rogue AI that relys on psychological assault on victim's morale, giving false sense of serenity, drugging, and sabotaging. It was designed to undermine large military operation without victim knowing it or atleast until the last resort.
I positioned myself behind the engine induction port to conceal my heat signature. 20 hours later most subsystem has been shut down to save power. It's possible that it think that I'm dead.
2 hours later there has been a change in ship trajectory. approximately 50 degree to the right. It's heading somewhere, maybe it's creator's base of opertion.. civilization? My heart trembled with hope but the feeling resided quickly. I cannot allow her to go way too off course, or I cannot find the Pathfinder at all..
On a High note
Failure, is not an option. Quitting, is not an option. Dying... well. is a likely possibility. I clinged to the exterior railing with a good arm. If the other arm is still working as intended, I would hold a steel plate to shield me from gattling fire. Took a deep breath, and propelled myself toward the airlock as fast as my jet and leg muscle let me. Got through the airlock door then suddenly the blast door shut down almost in an instant trapping my right arm before it went through. I can hear my bones cracking and feel my flesh tearing, but it didnt hurt. That hunk of meat is already dead to me. Seeing no way to save it I pull out the grinder without remorse, rested the blade on my bicep and closed my eyes. I am afraid.
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