I had lost power to my console
for the last few days.
I'm still alive but barely.
My pod power was running out
and the iv food was relly low.
I scavenge everything I could from
all the broken pod around. Chaining
the battery, replacing the different
fluids.
Somehow I know these things
but I don't really have time
to wonder why.
Apart for these moments I spend
writing on this console, everything
is about survival.
I was able to get back into the
deep sleep mode. I had given up
and prefered to get back into
the illusion...
The dive back into the virtual
world felt comforting. There is no pain
in there, just this continual dream.
I was enjoying myself and hoped
my body would slowly fade out,
while in my deep hallucination.
I played with these floating
entities, it almost felt like
a friendship...
But then I had a dream, in the dream
and met with Deema again... She
gave me hope... what is she?
I got back to the harsh reality,
and started to get busy...
Some communication system is attached
to the pods and I had to scavenge a few
of them to be able to replace all the
parts on mine. I am not sure if it
is working but when I got it going
I received a few garbled transmissions
one from a sphere monk... who is this?
It seems like I was able to send
a distress signal of some sort,
and a count down started...
3 days and 16 hours.. counting down
Is someone going to save me? Maybe
they would know who I am...
