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Who—Where—When? Why is everything dark?
Is this what death feels like?
Commandant!
CPR, second cycle! Two! One! Shock!
Celica! Think of something!
Everyone's voices flutter around your ear. Close at times, far at times.
In the middle of your trance, you seem to hear a faint...
Hello there, friend.
Like I said, hello there, friend.
This should be the last message. What is before me is death.
After this, there likely won't be someone with the leisure to leave an infinite message loop on the public channels.
I'm a coward, a scoundrel—it's why I knew from the beginning that I might not walk to the end of my path.
I'm a coward, a scoundrel—even so, I'm leaving a final message... Three voice recordings, to loop infinitely and play on all channels.
To avoid the Ascendants, I've limited the power of the signal transmission to a small range, and it is also masked. Sorry if you took it for the ravings of a madman.
When the future of the Ascension-Network collapsed before my eyes, I knew that I had no choice but to tell others what I knew.
Shark-speare, the last resort, is probably no longer under my control anymore. I'll likely be devoured by it, and turned into mulch to make Heteromers.
But, it's okay. My knowledge is hidden in the sixth section of my spine. It's not something that can be destroyed by its teeth.
I will die here. So I leave everything to you. I'm not a good person, but may humanity find this ember that I leave.
My friend.
CPR, tenth cycle! Two! One! Shock!
Warmth, tactile touch. Pain—from electric shock.
And pain, from the wound caused by the adrenaline injection in your chest.
Air rushes into your lungs. Colors return to your vision.
Commandant, Commandant!
The heartbeat... is back...
Commandant! Can you see me? Can you move?
Everyone helps you up, and what meets your eyes is—
Vera, fighting with Gabriel afar. Karenina, Camu, and the others are trying to stop the Corrupted from closing in.
And in the middle of the plaza is a huge, child-like statue of a cartoonish shark...
Shark-speare, the last resort, is probably no longer under my control anymore. I'll likely be devoured by it, and turned into mulch to make Heteromers.
But, it's okay. My knowledge is hidden in the sixth section of my spine. It's not something that can be destroyed by its teeth.
Ahah...
Commandant! You're in a dangerous physical condition now...!
You need only say it, Commandant, and I will make it happen!
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I pulled the surveillance records from the main plaza...
A dark figure... swallowed Shome and retreated into the bionic statue projection.
Commandant, I admire and respect your desire to command, but do know that I will keep monitoring your physical condition.
