AUDIO CURVE DECRYPTED.
I AM TRAPPED. HIDING IN AN ABANDONED SITE.
NO MISSION.
NO REINFORCEMENTS.
K.I.A.
THIS IS NOT A CRY FOR HELP.
IF YOU HEAR THIS I AM LONG GONE, I AM APART OF... IT! IF YOU HEAR THIS YOU WILL BE APART OF IT TOO.
I WAS 2 SECONDS LATE.
two seconds
TWO SECONDS AWAY FROM THE EVAC AND THEY SHUT THE DOOR IN MY FACE.
NOW I WAS HERE.
WHAT AM I?
A NOTHING AND A NUMBER AT THE SAME TIME?
THEY'RE NOT GOING TO GET ME, BECAUSE THAT WOULD SIMPLY BE TOO EXPENSIVE.
[haha, hahahahaha]
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It's clear now, so very clear. My chest heaved out my lungs awhile ago. I'm on a backup right now. I'm sure it's found me already and is simply toying with me, but through my shattered mind I already know what's coming next. No stopping what comes next. My insides, nothing but blooming flowers for it to extract nectar...
Back in the day, me and Micah used to share poems. Rainy days, she found the book I used to sketch landscapes and write stuff in. Never called it corny, for some reason it was one of the few things I could count on my fingers she didn't give me shit for. Get high in the dorms during hot summer nights, hope for promotions, talk shit about our CO, play videogames, work in the fields and wait to hit up our boys on the front line. I dreamed of her lips one time some 20 hours ago. She started going out with Jackson. He was our other roommate, but I was her first. First everything. First date, first kiss, first sucker to leave face first in the dirt. I still remember when she transferred, those same lips twisting into a wry smile. A look that says: Sorry you corny loser, there's just more opportunities for work here - You're meant to be all alone here.
She said that the nectar's better than the flowers. A direct line from one of my stupid poems, mocking and throwing it back into my corny loser face.
When the cold Evac's door shut with a hiss and their boots echoed further and further away until I couldn't hear them no more, I felt exactly the same back then. Abandoned. Was I always supposed to be like this? Just something to throw away? I'm an orphan. Ha... Always knew I'd be stuck in a closet again scared out of my gourd, except instead of the nuns it's a damn Swarm of man-eating Nanites.
Well, I'm not 13 years old anymore. I'm tired of all of this. I have a middle finger and I'm going to use it. The weapon is still here, sitting in a safe. The Swarm's a machine. Launching it out into space means nothing to it as long as one single bot exists still. It's calculated that nothing can destroy it. That includes the weapon inside the box. You don't have to be an abandoned, brainless orphan like me to figure out bullets don't work against a self-replicating cloud of death. But the alien weapon? What was that pretty gal's name again? Claire... She used it once. And now, whoever the hell you are, if you somehow end up on this island... You'll use it.
Password: My fucking birthday.
Heh, did you really think that would be so simple? Just break the damn thing open, ignore the arm attached to it and pull the cord out of its port first.
Remember that.
REMEMBER IT.