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thisavrou2017-05-15 10:52 am
beautifulspaceraptor) wrote in thisavrou2017-05-15 10:52 am
Video - May 14th - Early morning
Mother.
[ Nihlus looks extremely nauseated, even under all the neon green. ]
It's name is Mother. The emptiness is gone now, I don't- I can't- find it again-
[ Here, he stops for a moment, running his hand over his crest, trying to regather himself, trying to regather his thoughts. They'd scattered the moment the recording started and it was so hard to find the words to describe everything that'd happened in the past couple of hours. ]
I am Nihlus Kryik. One of people who'd been part of the diplomatic venture to Asteroid 276.
The Ingress glitching had given me temporary powers, similar to what many of you seemed to have experienced.
On top of a myriad of other abilities, I was able to form a psychic link and establish... contact with what I believe to be the source of the contaminant. Whatever the being is, this Mother, they are linked to illness we'd gotten from that station.
And they are hostile.
If you have any form of psychic abilities, do not try and connect with it. It is dangerous and it can pull you deeper under its thrall if given half the chance to. Its intentions are unclear, but whatever the may be, they do not seem particularly friendly.
Please. Keep in network contact with someone uninfected, either a friend, family or a medical professional. Anyone who is available to monitor you. Report to them any changes in your condition.
[ He pauses for a moment, just staring at the TAB, trying find some angle to make everything he'd just said not sound as horrifying as they did. But there's nothing he can think of. ]
... Take care of yourselves.
[ Spirits, he really hopes he's wrong. ]
[ Nihlus looks extremely nauseated, even under all the neon green. ]
It's name is Mother. The emptiness is gone now, I don't- I can't- find it again-
[ Here, he stops for a moment, running his hand over his crest, trying to regather himself, trying to regather his thoughts. They'd scattered the moment the recording started and it was so hard to find the words to describe everything that'd happened in the past couple of hours. ]
I am Nihlus Kryik. One of people who'd been part of the diplomatic venture to Asteroid 276.
The Ingress glitching had given me temporary powers, similar to what many of you seemed to have experienced.
On top of a myriad of other abilities, I was able to form a psychic link and establish... contact with what I believe to be the source of the contaminant. Whatever the being is, this Mother, they are linked to illness we'd gotten from that station.
And they are hostile.
If you have any form of psychic abilities, do not try and connect with it. It is dangerous and it can pull you deeper under its thrall if given half the chance to. Its intentions are unclear, but whatever the may be, they do not seem particularly friendly.
Please. Keep in network contact with someone uninfected, either a friend, family or a medical professional. Anyone who is available to monitor you. Report to them any changes in your condition.
[ He pauses for a moment, just staring at the TAB, trying find some angle to make everything he'd just said not sound as horrifying as they did. But there's nothing he can think of. ]
... Take care of yourselves.
[ Spirits, he really hopes he's wrong. ]
no subject
[ So there's a high chance this guy's going to die before it happens from the sound of things. ]
There is medical science here capable of resurrecting the dead. I don't doubt that they will be able to help you. You should probably look into it if you're set on that goal.
As for "your own thing", even most people who haven't been created as weapons don't seem to entirely know. Hobbies are a start, though. Have you considered baking?
[ Seriously, he should have told Shepard's clone to start with baking instead of trying to train her in biotics. That would've been way more relaxing. Hindsight 20/20. ]
This universe has never really had a shortage of these kinds of events in my yearlong stay here, unfortunately.
no subject
[ Well, no. Not really. This place is less stressful. No one's actively trying to run him over with a freight truck yet. ]
and i don't want me to get fixed. too much of a risk. you take away the failsafes from a weapon, you pretty much ensure you won't be able to stop it if it ends up used on you. same principle applies to clones.
i don't fucking like it, but i get why it's needed. as long as i'm the one at the wheel, no one else can use me.
i can't even boil an egg.
no subject
A clone too, then. ]
Morbid.
[ To say the least. ]
Well, you have the rest of your bizarre drug-fueled life to figure out eggs. Boiled eggs aren't very beginner-friendly though. Scrambled eggs are a lot easier.
[ Don't ask why an alien knows how to cook human food, Tetora. You're not going to get answers.
It's Shepard. He's cooking for Shepard.]no subject
[ there's a beatles song about happiness being a warm gun or something like it. ]
what kinda eggs do you have where you're from
i always thought alien eggs would be acidic and shit
like burn-through-the-hull kinda gross