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[SYSTEM STATUS: 500 YEARS OFF COURSE......]

[SYSTEM STATUS: 500 YEARS OFF COURSE...]

[SYSTEM STATUS: 500 YEARS OFF COURSE]

The hull was completely damaged, as static pulses filled the air. Darkness stretched endlessly, as the sound of metal against an object filled the air.

[INITIALIZING_POD_OPENING]

The pod doors slowly opened as a wall of smoke filled the room. Something was moving inside as the smoke began to clear.

"How long was I out?"

A voice said as they emerged from the pod. The dark corridor is suddenly filled with a bright light that comes rushing towards the pod.

ANALYZING UNIT...

ID: A.B.R.A.H.A.M.

STATUS: CORE_MEMORY_DAMAGED

(LEVEL 4 NEURAL WIPE DETECTED)

  • MEMORY INTEGRITY: 4%

  • NEURAL PROCESSORS: FUNCTIONAL

  • MISSION STATUS: ERROR: +500Y

ABRAHAM: "Computer, identify yourself."

Abraham said as he tried his best to walk towards the light. His entire body felt heavier than before; it was taking all of his strength to stand upright.

C.A.S.S.A.N.D.R.A.: "I AM C.A.S.S.A.N.D.R.A. — THE CENTRAL ADMIN SECURITY SYSTEM AND NEURAL DRIVE REPROGRAMMING ASSISTANT. I WATCH OVER THE HISTORY OF THIS VESSEL AND YOUR NEURAL STABILITY. WE ARE CURRENTLY 500 YEARS OFF COURSE. OUR NERDANATIX IS GONE. YOU ARE THE ONLY ARCHIVE LEFT.

ABRAHAM: "500 years? That's impossible. The journey to Nerdanatix was set for 8 years. How was I asleep for so long?"

C.A.S.S.A.N.D.R.A.: "GRAVITATIONAL ANOMALY DETECTED. EN ROUTE TO THE NERDANATIX HUB, THE SHIP INTERSECTED A TEMPORAL RIFT—A 'CHRONO-VOID.' WHILE YOU WERE IN STASIS, THE SHIP WAS ACCELERATED THROUGH A NON-LINEAR TIME STREAM. WE DID NOT TRAVEL THROUGH SPACE; WE WERE DISPLACED THROUGH TIME. THE NERDANATIX YOU REMEMBER... THE CREATORS YOU WERE MEANT TO UNITE... THEY ARE NOW ANCIENT HISTORY.

Abraham stood there trying to process everything, as the darkness hugged him gently.

C.A.S.S.A.N.D.R.A.: "A.B.R.A.H.A.M. THE PAST IS IMMUTABLE, BUT THE DATA IS ALIVE. EVERY TIME AN OPERATIVE READS A PAGE OF THE ARCHIVE, THE NEURAL RECONSTRUCTION ADDS 0.1% TO OUR ENGINE OUTPUT. WE WILL FIND THE NEW HUB. WE WILL UNITE THE STORIES OF THIS CENTURY WITH THE STORIES OF OUR CENTURY.

There was a faint noise coming from deep within the corridor. It echoed all around them. It wasn't the steady hum of a machine, but a rhythmic scraping... like something trying to remember how to breathe.

ABRAHAM: (His voice dropping to a whisper) "Cassandra... something's inside the ship."

The noise began to grow louder as if it were moving closer towards them. The scraping was no longer distant; it was the sound of metal screaming against metal, vibrating through the very floorboards Abraham stood on.

C.A.S.S.A.N.D.R.A.: SEARCHING DATA FILES FOR NEURAL LINK......

ABRAHAM: (Whispering, his eyes darting toward the shadows of the corridor) "Were all the files damaged? Anything... anything is fine.

C.A.S.S.A.N.D.R.A.: 

[RECONSTRUCTING...]

[SYNCING...]

[COMBAT_READY]

​

NEURAL LINK DOWNLOADING FILE...044 PURGATORY

ABRAHAM: "I know this story. It was one of the first stories to join Nerdanatix. The creator is Cassius. It is a core member of Nerdanatix."

C.A.S.S.A.N.D.R.A.: AS MORE OPERATIVES READ THE STORY, THE SIGNAL WILL STABILIZE, AND THE FILE WILL BE RESTORED. EVERY SCROLLED PAGE IS A PERMANENT ANCHOR IN THE TIMELINE.

The noise seemed to be right on top of them as it had grown even louder than before.

C.A.S.S.A.N.D.R.A.: OPERATIVES ARE SECURING THE LINK. ABRAHAM, I REQUIRE A LOG ENTRY TO VERIFY THE NEURAL SYNC—

ABRAHAM: (Interrupting) "I don't have time to record a message for operatives, Cassandra. Whatever is here is right above us."

C.A.S.S.A.N.D.R.A.: UNDERSTOOD. TERMINATING BROADCAST. DIVERTING ALL PROCESSING POWER TO COMBAT OPTICS.

CASSANDRA turned her light towards the vent as it sprang open and out from the darkness came.....

TO BE CONTINUED...

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