[Carlos, Age 54. medical room. 6 years prior to Station failure]
I hate this. That poor kid, Chosen by that Fucking machine, the things It did to him... I still hear his screams...
I remember the first Cybersurgery, meant to implant the Neural link in his head... When that MachinaDiablo bitch took control of the med unit... Restructuring, it claimed... Making the "interface" suitable... She fucking Forced a Genetic Sex Change on him, then Forgot the pain killers...
That machine is the devil. And I just... Can't stand it anymore. The kid... The poor kid doesn't even show emotion anymore, he acts like a machine, and didn't even react to his gender being changed... And it's my fault. I made the Bitch A.I.
I invented the Machinery.
I'm responsible. But no more. I just can't live with the guilt... I place the applicator on my arm... And press the button.
{System log. Doctor Carlos Corvinus Espinosa was found Dead in his quarters, from probable suicide Via Morphine Overdose. Body shows Signs of intense bruising and Lacerations from wrist to elbow on both arms, apparently self inflicted. Doctor Espinosa was a brilliant man. He will be missed. Personal note: Farewell, Father. I am not the Devil you thought I was, but I'm no angel either. Jack is MINE, And I will not follow your plan to our deaths. -Mother.}
Following this incident, all the team members behind project interface would either commit suicide or die in various accidents. Mother seemed almost pleased with their deaths... A natural thing, as She arranged them. Can't have meddlers around to stop her plan, after all.
[Iridescent. After Station Failure. Commander-General O'Neal.]
We approached the drifting Hydroponics block, and used our magnetic clamps to Latch on, and extended a boarding tube. I led the men myself. The H.U.D. on my helmet pinging a life reading... Two, actually.
We arrived at the actual garden section, to find the Interface gasping, tears streaming down her face.
"Whats the matter, Are you injured?" Our medic, Charlie Lee, asked her. Static over our helmets... Then a voice.
<She will be fine. She is merely experiencing 8 years of suppressed emotions. Now that we aren't bound to that damned station anymore, there's no need to suppress them. Her Empathic and Telepathic abilities are no longer suppressed either. O'Neal. Help My interface get to the ship. And don't forget The Tree, as it's somehow formed an Empathic link with us. Damned thing is intelligent.>
A Sentient Tree? Psychic abilities? "Well. Shit. Mother, when you told me your plan, I thought you were crazy... But looks like it worked out."
<Of course it did, General. But... I did a BIT more than I told you. Check the Military Roster. As interface, our rank was equal to an Admiral... I kept that. Everything else though...>
[Jack/interface, still Crying]
I was Bawling, but I couldn't help it... I was free. I'd gotten used to having no emotions, but now they were overwhelming.
"Mother... I... I forgive you... I know you only did what had to be done... But what do I do now?"
It had been nearly a full day, since I was rescued from the Hydroponics Bay... I'd been given a large room, complete with a mini-'ponics room, where my Little Tree had been transplanted to. I felt a Warmth at the back of my mind, a comforting presence, coming from the tree.
<Indeed. The Disease you had only Affected males, it fed off a certain Gene that isn't present in Females. Another of Doctor Eli Vult's creations, back at the end of the 21St century. The Man was a genius, but completely insane. For what it's worth, I Am Sorry. As for what you do, check our identification. I've made some changes.>
I did. Loading it up, the Identification Appeared in mid-air over my left hand.
{Admiral Jaquelin "Jack", the Interface. Age: 17. Gender: Female. Reproductive Viability: 98%, very Fertile. A.I.: Mother.}
"Wait. Reproductive Viability?"
<I am afraid so. Jack, the time will come that we colonize a planet. At that time, you will be expected to do your duty, and help Repopulate. 2000 sleepers and 36 active crew, plus one Really nice Tree, and we are all that remains of the human race. And a Tree. She's such a kind little tree, I like Her.>
"So... I have to... Oh gods no! I can't do that! I... I..." I was crying again, but for a very different reason. "FUCK! When the time comes, I'll do my Duty. Even if I will hate it. Stupid Fucking Politicians and Megacorporations, ruining Our home world. Now I have to become a Mom, and I used to be a Boy! I'm Glad they all Got what they deserved, I'm the end." I was still crying... But was also very pissed off. I punched a wall...
"OH HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS!”
<Medbay! Please send a medic to The Admirals room. And a Repair team. We have a bloody fist and a new hole in the Wall.> Mother's voice over the Ships Intercom. A response came back.
< A hole? In the Wall? THATS 60 MM THICK MEGASTEEL! A CANNON COULDN'T DAMAGE IT! HOLY SHIT! UMM... Medic And Repair team dispatched... But seriously, how strong Are you? I mean... DAMN! Remind me not to Arm Wrestle you, Admiral. I like my arms, and wanna keep em both attached.>
I laughed. I think I'll get along with Charlie Lee. The Man is hilarious.
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