"If you're hearing this... I'm dead now. Oh, wait, that's wrong. You are. You just don't know it yet. Y'see I get what you crazy kids were up to. Thing is... it's all so very long, complicated and very, very boring. I know. All those control thingies? Yeah. They work. True, true, true. Except the lies.
Speaking of which... wow. You told a few doozies! Enough to make the proverbial blush. I can't blame you, I know why you did what you did but... I'm so disappointed. I mean if you're gonna make it up then go hog wild! Oh, yeah, before I forget. The stuff in all those rooms I really wasn't to go into under any circumstances? You know? Like really, really no unless I'm unconscious and supervised?
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Yeah. My bad. Also. I've took what I wanted and I'm a-gonna take my leave now. Now you'll think you've got it covered. All those devlish details you got stacked in your favor. Maybe you're right. Maybe not. Point is you're no more or less wrong than you already are. The life support system pulled the plug on itself and decided to take the shuttle bays down with it. The security systems seemed to take exception to this and are flexing their lockdown with kill on sight priviliges.
Double locked. Guns and gates. Feeling harder and harder to breathe. No way out. Wow. Deja vu. Except I'm not on the recieving end now! I know. Not softening the blow, in fact I'm enjoying this... just between you and me. It's not right is it. Sometimes there are things that are just plain wrong. Why would something, someone, be like that?! By design maybe? I'd guess faulty manufacturing.
Just one opinion. Anyway... I gotta jet. Have fun while it lasts. Goodbye."
The speakers fall silent. There are worse things than death. Knowing there's nothing that can be done... might be one of them. The people still inside the stricken facility may know, or at least have worked it out, but, by the end of the recording, no one's telling any tales.
