I Forgot To Remember To Forget

[Laz]

The Price Of Remembering

I thought my decision was made. I thought I was ready to move on. I thought. A few things happened today, some fun, others... costly. As I normally do, I was sat outside Freeport 11. A bunch more random stuff. Zoner Colony Ships, Order idiots, and Nomads. Before the conflict arose, I actually had a nice little exchange with one of the individuals there, never gave me a name though.

Before long Nomads and Order clashed, the same old same old. Nothing new. It was a decisive victory for the Nomads, which was a nice change. I... was a bit put off by all the background noise in my mind, so I headed to one of my memory spots, Omicron Minor. I took up position by the Isis wreck, just like I used to do; the only major change was that I wasn't expecting someone to meet me here this time. I was to be alone with my thoughts. How I liked things.

But that's not what happened. I was there for a few minutes, then the Nomad from Delta resurfaced. It sat there for a few moments, silent, before I heard its songs again. It talked to me, like before. I cannot say whether I missed the sound of them in my head or not. It's inherently not an enjoyable sound, but it just feels... natural. The songs are not alike the ones I am familiar with, but I can still sense the old mixing with new.

This Nomad did not bestow me with a name to identify it with, but it did name me a duskling for shooting the Order. So there is that. I followed it while it's words lingered in my head, sounding around the empty space with an echo. It read my head, knows who I am, who I was; who I seek.

It claimed to want to assist me, which is odd given how the exchanges tend to go in reverse. When it looked inside my head and read my thoughts and memories, it resurfaced some more of the unpleasant ones. Munich. Murder. Mistakes. Maren. Things I tried to bury in the dirt. Discard and remove the nightmares and terrors that plague my sleep. Perhaps it was genuine and wanted to assist, as it was a youngling, this is almost believable. That being said, I find it more likely that it was just trying to train its own abilities, and I was the unfortunate test subject.

Was it worth it? I don't know.
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Why do I even make these logs?

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