[Beep] [Beep]
[Anomalous Space Detected]
[Analysis Confirmed, zx-12 radiation detected. Initiating absorption of radiation]
[Error-Insufficient energy to begin]
[Solution- Cutting energy supply to ship life support system]
[Activating suit based life support system]
[Error- Unable to activate suit based life support]
[Trouble-Shooting...]
[Error- Unknown radiation detected. Observed Radiation being absorbed by Pilot]
[Solution- Begin Pilot Awakening protocol]
[Alert- Absorption of zx-12 radiation has begun. Unknown radiation has jump started process]
[Energy reserves increasing. Reactivating ship based life support]
[Life support online. Energy reserves increasing.]
[Initiative-redirecting all excess energy to Pilot Awakening protocol]
[Time to awakening-...-...-...- 30 minutes]
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[...-....-lot.]
Deep within the pilots mind, his consciousness drifted aimlessly. No direction, no purpose, no awareness. An eternal dream of nothingness.
Until he heard a noise.
'Hmm? What is that noise?'
[-onfirmed-brain-tivity]
'Brain what?'
[-adjusting-tocol.-ining synthesis of adre-]
'What's being adjusted? Synthesis?'
Confused, scared, and curiosity. These emotions filled his mind.
'What's going on? Who's there?'
And with those thoughts, a sudden shock grasped his mind.
'Who? What? Where? Am I?'
He thought, then that noise came back.
[Detecting increased activity within the brain]
Something cold, something mechanical. A noise so distant from him, yet so close that it felt like it was a part of him.
[Warning- Fuel cells undergoing unknown change. Radiation has begun altering atomic structure of fuel cells. Unable to prevent altercation.]
'That same noise, why does it seem like its afraid?'
The pilot thought, forgetting everything he felt in the past couple of minutes.
[Altercation deemed useful, Changing priorities. Administering shock to pilot]
'What? Who are you shocking? The pilot? But who is the pilot?'
A shocking feeling overwrote everything. He couldn't think. Couldn't move. A sense of crisis flooded his mind, his feelings.
As he tried to move within his mind. His body begun reacting to the shock as well. His cells, which had absorbed that unknown radiation, had begun reawakening after a long period of slumber. The shock had jumpstarted this process.
Such a jumpstart flooded his mind with information. Everything was transmitted at once. His sense of hearing came first. Dull, suffocating silence overwhelmed him, as his sense of touch returned. His only respite came from that mechanical voice.
[Confirmed bodily action. Cells have begun awakening from deep hibernation]
What came next was a deep ice cold feeling within his chest. A deep gasp of air, carrying a familiar scent of a time long forgotten. His sense of smell returned, followed by his taste as his mouth felt wet and metallic.
The pilot realized something, he couldn't breath. He felt something within his chest. Shooting up from his chair, he bent over, throwing up whatever he could. Agonizing pain followed a smell and taste of something acidic.
[Bodily functions confirmed to be active]
Wiping his mouth, the pilot felt for his chair, as his vision returned but his eyes could not open. As he sat, recuperating from everything that just happened. Slight color returned to his vision, as some of the light coming from the control panels bled through his eyelids.
"Ahh-haaah-" A raspy voice could be heard as he struggled to catch his breath.
Time waits for no one.
As soon as he caught his breath, His memories returned. All of them, from his birth, and all the way up to just before his coma.
"aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH-"
He screamed, screaming for relief, screaming to release all the emotions bottled within him. His sadness, his happiness. He screamed for what seemed like eternity, until he could scream no more.
He sat there in silence, clutching his head as he tried to recover what control he had over his body.
[Administering synthesized nutritional fluid]
[Administering painkillers]
[Activating Nanobots. Administering STEM cells. Restoring body damage]
"...Who?"
With the help of the nanobots healing his throat and larynx. He looked up and stared at the control panel.
"Who are you?" He asked.
[I am Artificial Intelligence ID 06241920. You may call me Aroura.]
"Then..." He paused to look around him, at the strange, yet familiar space around him. "Who am I?"
[Confirmed Sporadic Amnesia. Analyzing...]
"Amnesia? Have I forgotten who I am?" The pilot asked in shock.
[...][...]
[No, Sporadic Amnesia of this kind is merely a symptom of awakening from deep hibernation]
[You are Independent Galactic Pilot Flame of Humanity. Waltr Brae.]
"Waltr... Brae..." He looked at his hands, his body, the suit he was wearing. Like a catalyst, hearing his own name ignited his mind. Allowing him to reorganize his memories.
"Aroura... What happened? Where are we?"
[You were severely injured during a conflict. Several non human space fleets engaged the Human fleet. You were acting as the rear guard. Ensuring the survival and full retreat of the fleet at the expense of your own life]
[Current communications are offline. Star charts have been misaligned. Location is unknown. Your recovery was due to an encounter with Anomalous space]
[My own reactivation was also due to this Anomalous space]
[As we speak, the fuel cells that were altered due to this space has been enhanced, Current energy projections estimate a usage of 50 years at full output]
[Full recalibration of vessel is under way. Estimated time to finish. 13 minutes.]
"Do we know where this space came from?" Waltr asked.
[No, as with all Anomalous space, unless extensive study and specialized equipment is used. Origins of Anomalous space cannot be found.]
"Ok then." Waltr decided. "We'll find out more after the recalibration is done. Lets see what cards we have before we act."
[Indeed]
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[Recalibration finished]
[Attempting connection to Galactic Network... Failed]
[Attempting connection... Failed]
[Attempting connection... Failed]
[Adjusting frequency type]
[Attempting connection... Failed]
[Redirecting energy source to signal amplifier. Adjusting Frequency type]
[Attempting connection... Success]
"Finally, I was getting worried there." Waltr muttered. "Shall we see what has happened Aroura?"
[...]
"Aroura?"
[Pilot. Under no circumstance are you to fall to the clutches of darkness]
"What do you mean Aroura?" Creeped out by its response, Waltr turned on the network. "..."
[Do you understand what I mean?]
"..."
[It's been a full millennia]