01-03-2014, 08:35 PM
Initiating Log:
This is agent Adrian Calhoun Fillmore.
Codename: Psion.
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*First look at place you can see a bedroom, very clean, with everything in order*
*When the man appear, you see a caucasian, brown eyed and brown haired person*
*Looking at him you feel peace and calm. Seems to be trustworth* So you wanna know my story isn't it? Well, I'll try to make it quick, cause I'm not the one who talks too much when talking about serious matters. Probably this video log will clarify things for those who already know and met me.
*Take a deep breath and maintaining a calm mind* Listen to my story. This is maybe my last chance...
It all started in Sol, mankind's darkest hour... But I think I can pass this part because it's common to everyone around Sirius. *he laughs a little*
Finally starting it, with no jokes anymore, I was a freelancer and both my parents Zoners. We were at Freeport 7 the day it was destroyed. That accident killed my parents. I have no sister, and no brothers, never have and now, I don't even have father or mother anymore.
I would be proud to say that it all ends here, but it's a lie. Things never stops to go slowly and painfully from bad to worse with me.
I blame myself for that incident because I saw when the Nomads fired their weapons at the base. Altough several, if not all the people around me suffered with presence, I kept myself calm and under control, like nothing from them seemed to not work with me. I helped as much personnel and civilian as I could and launched myself in a broken experimental pod, still with life support, in the empty of space.
*He drinks a cup of water, there are several more left, probably to not keep going in and out in search of some more*
And finally some rescue showed up, I was going unconscious because the life support failed and I was losing my breathe. I resisted as long as I could but probably died that day.
Don't know who they were, but if has one thing that I can be grateful, is that they bring me back to life.
From that moment, things started to get worse. They started to use me as a test subject in some crazy program. I knew I came back to life for a reason and it wasn't because they wanted their christmas present for good behavior.
They always referred to me as test subject, everyday the same thing: Be awake for some very loud and crazy alarm sound, breakfast, and test. They always said that it was for my good health and mind.
Each test each day was getting even more hard. Seems they brought me back to life to kill me! But I was planning my exit. Patience cause the day was coming each day from the first.
Everyday I did what they wanted me to do, the reward was getting alive another day. And when I went to sleep, the last sound I could hear was the same cryogenic sound. So I never got old a day.
I remember that they called the program as Project Scyphozoa. It was a program to teach what they called newborn - people brought from the dead - to get ready for the real life and introduced as human to society. Everyday I was testing from peacefully commom days to life - risking lunatic events they say it was normal out the facility. Even a ship I had to fly in a simulator which my failure was resulting in my death. Seemed they wanted me to die. Probably because I survived what possibly others don't. Yes, there were other before me that never survived the madness.
When everything was finished, when I finally ended this days, months or years of test, they sent me to a room, saying that I was ready to my real life. That was real enough for me. Even a dumb knows when he is going to die. But without option, I entered the room. I was face to face with a enormous Jellyfish robot connected to a bunch of wires connected to tons of computers and life pods. The scientist then told me that the original, me, must die to be replaced by others.
Yes, my friend. Those scientist were cloning me.
I had to think fast. The same robot that they said it was going to take all my memories of that facility, and send to other millions of clones so they could be used as test subjects, was about to kill me in process, and was the lifepods' life support. In topics, all I had to do was:
1. Climb the tentacle of robot and disconnect the wires connected to life supporting the pods. The wires were very thin and delicate. One strong hit and a life support going to an end. Easy to get around 10 to 30 wires in a hand. Easy job to turn off a pod's life support.
2. The worse, distract and confound a machine to hit itself with it's own tentacle.
Lucky, I got a mad scientist to help me destroy that thing. While I was about to die, he was installing virus, retreaving MemDat - memory data - and activating the selfdestruction of the base, that was somewhere in Sirius - I don't know where it is and the former scientist got even more mad and lunatic enough to remember where it was. He said he was going retrieve his memory of the location and destroy it -
We managed to escape in his civilian ship. But again, the worse: we got a purple-like creature to escape. But somehow I still not being affected by their tricks and the doctor too. Probably because he is mad. I don't need to say that this surprise irritated them and we had to flee very fast and almost got killed.
When we landed on Manhattan it was 819 A.S. The scientist, named Oliver, told me everything that happened around Sirius. I prefered to live as freelancer again in order to get a permission to work on the LSF and try to find and get contact to some Order ship around Alaska. I liked and understood that they were helping humanity, not destroying it. They need help and I have to get inside. But it was too much hard to find one of them. So I prefered to stay low and live the life till the moment arise.
And here now is how I'm now in the Order.
*He drinks three more cups of water*
I managed to get working to LSF under it's permission in 820 A.S. Meanwhile I managed to find a girlfriend. The problem is that she had an obsession for me, and Oliver, the scientist from before and now my best friend, was wanting to kill himself because he was a failure and haven't find a job. I managed to help him, so he could do what I was doing: Work to some faction under their ID. And I got the GMG around Kusari. From there, he was on his own and some days ago, he called me thankfully for helping him. Basically he was making my money as a favor for helping him out. No problem because I do what I can for him. He's my friend.
In middle 820 A.S, Oliver told me what an undeniable truth inside the Project Scyphozoa: They made me survive making me a Cyborg. They wanted me to survive to understand why I'm not affected by nomad's mind tricks at all. They wanted to study my brain, the original one. They just didn't do that because of the test subject experiments protocol. I still have human organs, bleeding... But my bones are a very resistant and weightless kind steel, iron... don't know if it exist at all, and even if something better exist, but I think it's adamantium. Most importantly, even having lung, I don't need to breathe to live. I do it to not get in to view. My organs are protected by some resistant, thin and weightless kind of cape. The problem is that only me know how to get this under maintenance correctly. This does not protect my mind against those creature's mind tricks or feelings their presence make people feel. I'm a very focused person. And I have a very strong contact with my inner me. I'm always meditating and when things comes to worse, just by this log you can almost always in my life, I always manage to remain conscious and with a calm mind. As for Oliver, when asked about it, he said he's mad, psychotic, lunatic under remedy use. So probably, what's left is to believe in him.
Not only that notice almost killed. My girlfriend heard the conversation behind the door, she knew I don't like this and then I broke with her. Getting someone obsessed and hearing behind the door... It's annoying. As revenge, she told as much as she could about a cyborg freelancer in LSF.
Still in middle 820 A.S, around september or october, don't remember exactly, I saw a Osiris - class battleship. I thought it was an Order ship infiltrated. I offered my help, but I discovered it was a LSF ship. That day I discovered Liberty is producing Osiris. Till thay day I thought that kind of ship were produced only by Order, and as far as I studied, and I'm always studying, by Corsairs too. I went to Alaska and docked at Juneau Shipyard. I talked to a friend of mine in the Navy, don't to say his name so not compromise him, that I'm out of Liberty and gonna try find somewhere to live in the Border or Edge worlds.
I managed to find a Order agent to talk to and ask for some help. We met in New Tokyo, Kusari Space.
I couldn't believe I was finally talking to an Order agent, after all the time trying to find their base in Alaska or a ship flying somewhere there. But something worse happened to me...*he starts to getting embarrased* It's hard to say it here but... I felt, and I'm still feeling something for her. She was so cute and friendly to me... She talked to me so nicely and calm, and even when two ships, a Wild and a Nomad one, appeared out of nowhere, she kept calm and handled the situation so... nicely. She was beautiful and serious. I'd realized that kind of girl was the one for me. Specially if it's her. But I had to keep focus on the treat around me, and even tryied to protect her, even knowing that could get us both killed, because if it wasn't for me, she wouldn't be in danger.
Nothing happened at least, she said what I wanted to hear and to do what I was already planning. I went my way back to Liberty, jumped to Alaska, went to Ellesmere and docked in a station there as a last chance to get all my stuff. I jumped to Omicron Minor in hope to find some rescue. All I got was nomad. I searched everywhere for a jump hole to get away from that system. Some Order ships found me and escorted me to their home. I finally felt myself in home.
Of course they interrogated me and did not trusted me. I wasn't there to bring them any harm. Even because I destroyed the equipment to track me - I would be a dumb do not think they really didn't want to locate me - so they couldn't find my location.
Someday passed to me and I was "freelancing" for The Order. It's not possible to happen but I had to something so I bought a Nephtys and start to explore their space and other system, had to clean my neural net to prevent problem, if it somehow can bring one, and started a new life for the second or third time. I managed to find some H-Fuel, Food Rations and took them for the Order. One day I received a proposition to work in a Order Cell.
Took some days to accept it but I did. I was in the trials and wanting to get accepted. I did what I have to do. Days later I knew from the Director that I have passed. I got so happy! *he laughs*
I managed to find that Order cute and kind girl some more and do some missions with her. Unfortunatly she is from a cell different than mine, but it's ok. It's life after all. But in one of those missions, I think I let it simple and clean that I feel something and I can't deny it. She felt something and had to go to medical unit. In conversation with my Commander and some other people, I assumed that I'm probably in love for her...
That's life!
And here I am! Doing this log because I don't know when I can do this and if I would have a chance again to do it.
This is agent Adrian Calhoun Fillmore,
No matter what happen, I know I will suffer a lot because of being a cyborg. I know a lonely life awaits me.
Ending transmisson.
*he finish the video log with a hopeful smile*
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This is agent Adrian Calhoun Fillmore.
Codename: Psion.
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*First look at place you can see a bedroom, very clean, with everything in order*
*When the man appear, you see a caucasian, brown eyed and brown haired person*
*Looking at him you feel peace and calm. Seems to be trustworth* So you wanna know my story isn't it? Well, I'll try to make it quick, cause I'm not the one who talks too much when talking about serious matters. Probably this video log will clarify things for those who already know and met me.
*Take a deep breath and maintaining a calm mind* Listen to my story. This is maybe my last chance...
It all started in Sol, mankind's darkest hour... But I think I can pass this part because it's common to everyone around Sirius. *he laughs a little*
Finally starting it, with no jokes anymore, I was a freelancer and both my parents Zoners. We were at Freeport 7 the day it was destroyed. That accident killed my parents. I have no sister, and no brothers, never have and now, I don't even have father or mother anymore.
I would be proud to say that it all ends here, but it's a lie. Things never stops to go slowly and painfully from bad to worse with me.
I blame myself for that incident because I saw when the Nomads fired their weapons at the base. Altough several, if not all the people around me suffered with presence, I kept myself calm and under control, like nothing from them seemed to not work with me. I helped as much personnel and civilian as I could and launched myself in a broken experimental pod, still with life support, in the empty of space.
*He drinks a cup of water, there are several more left, probably to not keep going in and out in search of some more*
And finally some rescue showed up, I was going unconscious because the life support failed and I was losing my breathe. I resisted as long as I could but probably died that day.
Don't know who they were, but if has one thing that I can be grateful, is that they bring me back to life.
From that moment, things started to get worse. They started to use me as a test subject in some crazy program. I knew I came back to life for a reason and it wasn't because they wanted their christmas present for good behavior.
They always referred to me as test subject, everyday the same thing: Be awake for some very loud and crazy alarm sound, breakfast, and test. They always said that it was for my good health and mind.
Each test each day was getting even more hard. Seems they brought me back to life to kill me! But I was planning my exit. Patience cause the day was coming each day from the first.
Everyday I did what they wanted me to do, the reward was getting alive another day. And when I went to sleep, the last sound I could hear was the same cryogenic sound. So I never got old a day.
I remember that they called the program as Project Scyphozoa. It was a program to teach what they called newborn - people brought from the dead - to get ready for the real life and introduced as human to society. Everyday I was testing from peacefully commom days to life - risking lunatic events they say it was normal out the facility. Even a ship I had to fly in a simulator which my failure was resulting in my death. Seemed they wanted me to die. Probably because I survived what possibly others don't. Yes, there were other before me that never survived the madness.
When everything was finished, when I finally ended this days, months or years of test, they sent me to a room, saying that I was ready to my real life. That was real enough for me. Even a dumb knows when he is going to die. But without option, I entered the room. I was face to face with a enormous Jellyfish robot connected to a bunch of wires connected to tons of computers and life pods. The scientist then told me that the original, me, must die to be replaced by others.
Yes, my friend. Those scientist were cloning me.
I had to think fast. The same robot that they said it was going to take all my memories of that facility, and send to other millions of clones so they could be used as test subjects, was about to kill me in process, and was the lifepods' life support. In topics, all I had to do was:
1. Climb the tentacle of robot and disconnect the wires connected to life supporting the pods. The wires were very thin and delicate. One strong hit and a life support going to an end. Easy to get around 10 to 30 wires in a hand. Easy job to turn off a pod's life support.
2. The worse, distract and confound a machine to hit itself with it's own tentacle.
Lucky, I got a mad scientist to help me destroy that thing. While I was about to die, he was installing virus, retreaving MemDat - memory data - and activating the selfdestruction of the base, that was somewhere in Sirius - I don't know where it is and the former scientist got even more mad and lunatic enough to remember where it was. He said he was going retrieve his memory of the location and destroy it -
We managed to escape in his civilian ship. But again, the worse: we got a purple-like creature to escape. But somehow I still not being affected by their tricks and the doctor too. Probably because he is mad. I don't need to say that this surprise irritated them and we had to flee very fast and almost got killed.
When we landed on Manhattan it was 819 A.S. The scientist, named Oliver, told me everything that happened around Sirius. I prefered to live as freelancer again in order to get a permission to work on the LSF and try to find and get contact to some Order ship around Alaska. I liked and understood that they were helping humanity, not destroying it. They need help and I have to get inside. But it was too much hard to find one of them. So I prefered to stay low and live the life till the moment arise.
And here now is how I'm now in the Order.
*He drinks three more cups of water*
I managed to get working to LSF under it's permission in 820 A.S. Meanwhile I managed to find a girlfriend. The problem is that she had an obsession for me, and Oliver, the scientist from before and now my best friend, was wanting to kill himself because he was a failure and haven't find a job. I managed to help him, so he could do what I was doing: Work to some faction under their ID. And I got the GMG around Kusari. From there, he was on his own and some days ago, he called me thankfully for helping him. Basically he was making my money as a favor for helping him out. No problem because I do what I can for him. He's my friend.
In middle 820 A.S, Oliver told me what an undeniable truth inside the Project Scyphozoa: They made me survive making me a Cyborg. They wanted me to survive to understand why I'm not affected by nomad's mind tricks at all. They wanted to study my brain, the original one. They just didn't do that because of the test subject experiments protocol. I still have human organs, bleeding... But my bones are a very resistant and weightless kind steel, iron... don't know if it exist at all, and even if something better exist, but I think it's adamantium. Most importantly, even having lung, I don't need to breathe to live. I do it to not get in to view. My organs are protected by some resistant, thin and weightless kind of cape. The problem is that only me know how to get this under maintenance correctly. This does not protect my mind against those creature's mind tricks or feelings their presence make people feel. I'm a very focused person. And I have a very strong contact with my inner me. I'm always meditating and when things comes to worse, just by this log you can almost always in my life, I always manage to remain conscious and with a calm mind. As for Oliver, when asked about it, he said he's mad, psychotic, lunatic under remedy use. So probably, what's left is to believe in him.
Not only that notice almost killed. My girlfriend heard the conversation behind the door, she knew I don't like this and then I broke with her. Getting someone obsessed and hearing behind the door... It's annoying. As revenge, she told as much as she could about a cyborg freelancer in LSF.
Still in middle 820 A.S, around september or october, don't remember exactly, I saw a Osiris - class battleship. I thought it was an Order ship infiltrated. I offered my help, but I discovered it was a LSF ship. That day I discovered Liberty is producing Osiris. Till thay day I thought that kind of ship were produced only by Order, and as far as I studied, and I'm always studying, by Corsairs too. I went to Alaska and docked at Juneau Shipyard. I talked to a friend of mine in the Navy, don't to say his name so not compromise him, that I'm out of Liberty and gonna try find somewhere to live in the Border or Edge worlds.
I managed to find a Order agent to talk to and ask for some help. We met in New Tokyo, Kusari Space.
I couldn't believe I was finally talking to an Order agent, after all the time trying to find their base in Alaska or a ship flying somewhere there. But something worse happened to me...*he starts to getting embarrased* It's hard to say it here but... I felt, and I'm still feeling something for her. She was so cute and friendly to me... She talked to me so nicely and calm, and even when two ships, a Wild and a Nomad one, appeared out of nowhere, she kept calm and handled the situation so... nicely. She was beautiful and serious. I'd realized that kind of girl was the one for me. Specially if it's her. But I had to keep focus on the treat around me, and even tryied to protect her, even knowing that could get us both killed, because if it wasn't for me, she wouldn't be in danger.
Nothing happened at least, she said what I wanted to hear and to do what I was already planning. I went my way back to Liberty, jumped to Alaska, went to Ellesmere and docked in a station there as a last chance to get all my stuff. I jumped to Omicron Minor in hope to find some rescue. All I got was nomad. I searched everywhere for a jump hole to get away from that system. Some Order ships found me and escorted me to their home. I finally felt myself in home.
Of course they interrogated me and did not trusted me. I wasn't there to bring them any harm. Even because I destroyed the equipment to track me - I would be a dumb do not think they really didn't want to locate me - so they couldn't find my location.
Someday passed to me and I was "freelancing" for The Order. It's not possible to happen but I had to something so I bought a Nephtys and start to explore their space and other system, had to clean my neural net to prevent problem, if it somehow can bring one, and started a new life for the second or third time. I managed to find some H-Fuel, Food Rations and took them for the Order. One day I received a proposition to work in a Order Cell.
Took some days to accept it but I did. I was in the trials and wanting to get accepted. I did what I have to do. Days later I knew from the Director that I have passed. I got so happy! *he laughs*
I managed to find that Order cute and kind girl some more and do some missions with her. Unfortunatly she is from a cell different than mine, but it's ok. It's life after all. But in one of those missions, I think I let it simple and clean that I feel something and I can't deny it. She felt something and had to go to medical unit. In conversation with my Commander and some other people, I assumed that I'm probably in love for her...
That's life!
And here I am! Doing this log because I don't know when I can do this and if I would have a chance again to do it.
This is agent Adrian Calhoun Fillmore,
No matter what happen, I know I will suffer a lot because of being a cyborg. I know a lonely life awaits me.
Ending transmisson.
*he finish the video log with a hopeful smile*
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