Following inspiration from another CSD member (and the fact I enjoy rambling and typing stories), I’ve decided to also do a journal type entry type of tale but mine shall be from the point of view of a traveller who kept their save game.
“Decode…Corrupted…decode corr >> |#&< upted. Kszzzt…fol &&l…do not tr… cast…
End!.. End !..”
…the screaming voice fades and the dream ends. I’m standing in the landing bay of a space station but I don’t recognise my surroundings. The dream fear hits me and I stagger and stare about. It’s the same as most but yet there is something different. Something is wrong? Something is very wrong!"
These were my first thoughts as I came back to myself. I’m unsure what has happened but there is a feeling over everything. Like a coating of glamour. I recall staring as an unfamiliar starship landed nearby. The individuals around me in the flight officers lounge were as I remember yet there was one I felt I had never seen before. I conversed very little heading back to the landing bay to my ship. The strangeness is everywhere. I feel as if my vision is heightened and my senses more finely attuned. Perhaps I ingested some bad nip nip…I need to go home.
Once on board my faithful old C class, I noticed it has been upgraded although I have no memory of signing for this. No matter. The scanner revealed that I was in my own system and only a short flight from home. I felt I did my best to grasp the alterations someone has done to my ship and launched. It was not pretty. I’m feeling old and fragile today.
I feel as if I’ve been sleeping for decades and in my absence technology has moved on leaving me behind. My personal equipment is also altered and much of what I thought I knew is now outdated and obsolete. As soon as I viewed my home world, the sickening realisation of 'different", swept over me. I immediately saw the change to the land scape and as I drew near, my fears were recognised for truth.
I swept in low towards my home over the forests fearing the worst. Somehow now everything is frozen. What was once lush pastures are now snow laden glens. What has happened? Is this real? Is this some sort of nightmare?
I came in to land poorly, totally missing my landing pad but thankfully no damage. My home is mostly intact but someone has stolen all the ladders and ramps. Who would do such a thing? Many plants in the domes still thrive but the planters bear only sullen sprouts and the planters power sources are all depleted. I can’t even recall ever needing to fuel my planters. I’m so disorientated. All the technicians have left.
I think rest is needed.
I awakened to find the nightmare still real. Outside, the ice covered landscape confirms this.
I accessed my CSD coms but have found the galaxy is in disarray. Across the known cosmos there are reports of devastating changes. Entire systems are in confusion yet the beings in the space station seemed to not even notice. It seems much data has been lost and I’m aware that some Citizen Scientists have given up completely. There are also odd reports of the dead portals activating and of orbs and of glitches but the information makes no sense. What I do know is the here and now.
My time in survival simulation has taught me to be prepared and now I know I’m not going insane I feel I must push on. It is my duty. For some reason the name Emily keeps coming to mind. And sixteen? I cannot fathom what these thoughts are.
I feel it is best to ignore what I can’t fathom. Madness lays that way.
My first task was to rebuild my strangely missing ladders. I’ve investigated around my base a small amount but have not gone far. Resources are more limited than they were. My freighter is in good order and responded when summoned but it seems there is an issue with it’s technology processors but for now it seems functional. My resources are largely intact but it seems my recollection of what I had in stock is incorrect. There are some things there that are strangely familiar yet are not what they seem, Much of my crafting data is gone. I must remedy this.
I plan to return to the nearby space station and employ some help.