RECV EDC:    30NOV2018
COMM MODE:   DSN REFLECT
CODED ABST:  D/M/C
CRC:         1425755899      3431
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I intended to send another transmission sooner, to outline
the events that brought me to this planetary system where
I've been hiding, but it appears that I'm more valuable to
the Corporation than I originally believed. In the interest
of time and security, I'll summarize:

My capture and incarceration were a banal sort of abuse,
carried out with an almost blasé indifference by the unit
guards. Our outfit was accused of resource skimming- an
absurd accusation- and was tried and sentenced by the
Corporation, the sole legal entity in our remote region. At
first I thought it was just another profit play; that my
main credit account would be drained through fabricated
legal fees, and that I'd be made to serve some congtrived
work sentence. I'd dealt with similar abuses previously, and
was prepared to weather it.

However, after the mock trial, the work sentence did not
take me back to my unit as I had expected. Instead, I was
transported to a secure facility, where Corporation
scientists and doctors proceeded to have their way with me.
You'll forgive a bit of intentional evasiveness on my part
here, as I don't have the luxury or security to go into
details at present. What happend in those labs is critical
to the object of these transmissions- I will transmit
more on this as soon as feasibly possible.

Clearly I escaped from this imbroglio, which was no small
feat. My break was due in large part to an understanding of
the experiments that were being carried out. Darius is to
thank here, with his incalculable interest in the
metaphysical, and his propensity to babble on. The rotations
we spent piloting together were rarely free from his
rambling. I'm grateful, looking back, for the things he
filled my head with.

After my break I couldn't really do anything but lie low.
The Corporation doesn't like escapee's, and I knew my
designation would be flagged. I needed a place to
re-designate, re-identify, and start fresh. Dense systems
generally had sufficient corruption to provide me with the
needed avenues for such a venture, and they were perfect
cover to avoid showing up in scans. I had credits and other
tradeable goods stashed away, which I recovered before
coming on planet.

I thought I'd be OK. I'd done this sort of thing before.

Maybe the Corporation can read my mind, I don't know. They
haven't gotten far with QE, but perhaps my experience was
tied up with something of that nature. It remains to be
seen. Somehow, though, they know that I'm here. I've made
friends in the local underground, and they're keeping me
safe for now, until I can secure passage off planet. This
transmission will have to be smuggled out and reflected
through some creative channels before posting. I'll probably
be in space before you read this.

Everything has changed for me. I alluded to that in my prior
transmission. I don't wish to be coy, but for the first time
in a long while, I am afraid. Running isn't an issue. Hiding
isn't an issue. Going underground isn't an issue. These are
all things a contractor is used to, and they no longer
bother me. But what happened in those labs has shaken my
core. I wish I could find Darius. If the Corporation
continues to dog me, I don't think I'll have any other
choice.

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