Chronicles of Scorn

[ScornStar]

Flight Log 85 hrs
First thought giver of will has decided to start building a precautionary navy of its own. With only four designs so far. The three is trades for resources to other biological such as myself and now the Zoner Destroyer. Im am to get scans of other ships and wreckage if possible and return it to Gammu, so First Thought can build its ship database, so it will have more ships to trade for resources. The shipyards on Gammu are magnificent to behold. Not a single shred of space wasted. No opinions, moods, or biological inconsistencies to slow down production. The machines work endlessly and tirelessly, with one droid or mechanism replaced by another immediately as one is taken off line and maintenanced in a similar fashion nearly on the spot. The machines seem to even be expanding their production even as they work with what they already have. It is a symphony of industry and a ballet of machines working endlessly toward the goals set by First Thought Giver of Will. First Thought queried if it could do a complete electrochemical scan of my brain and neural net. I agreed. He is working on a superior form for me but I must provide him with 200 more subjects.
I will get these subjects and while I suspect that they will not have a good end, I believe it is worth it to improve myself and gain the tools I need to take down Malta. Thus saving a larger cross section of humanity. Ive already turned over Britonians and Liberty pilots to the machines but now they want Rhineland and Kasari pilots as well. First thought also wants me to contact the Cylon Collective but I have not the feintest idea of how to do that. First thoughts response was adapt.
First thought read my plan from my neural scans, and proposed aiding me with android duplicates, and duplicate vessels to probe Malta for me, while I collected the samples for him. I asked him why we just didnt do the job of our respective interest. Its response was machines should not be seen harvesting humans. Humans will misinterpret these actions as hostile to the entire race, and dismantle Gammu, before the new enlightenment is complete.

Flight Log 90 hrs
I awaken on Gammu. In my ship. How did I get here? I was last in Tau-37 trying to get my specimens
and data back to Gammu, when I was assailed by a swarm of Outcast with one of their elites among them. I was out of counter measures and systems were going offline everywhere. I remember a flash after a large bolt of energy of some kind struck the bridge. Then here. *Looks at chronometer* 1 hour later, how is this possible? RMD is even here I saw him crushed by an emergency airlock. Cooperation is rewarded, intoned the emotionless voice from inside my head. I dont understand.

Your core function is not to understand all. Your new core function is to gather the samples required. 100 genetically altered Outcast . Scan every vessel type in their arsenal. Return all salvage from their fleet here. This is what you want this is what we need. Report to the flight deck and make ready.

I responded with Very well, and prepared to launch. The exsertion of the walk to my ship did not even wind me as normal, it appears First thought superior medical treatment has increased my health. My teeth now white and not the former yellowed from radiation exsposer, I felt strong. Ive never felt strong. This is a welcome change. I will launch and build a resource reserve before I enter Omicron Alpha again. I will continue to monitor the system and enter when the least number of their defenders are at the ready. Perhaps I will collect the samples first.

As I walked down the megalithic hall toward a conveyor walk I saw a line of maybe 100 men and women, Outcast and pirates of every discription by the look, being dragged away by heavy chassis droids, screaming and flailing all the while. They were going in the same direction as myself. I thought they sure did sound desparate, I thought I should feel sorry for them but, I didnt. I thought it was strange that I didnt feel sorry for them when I passed the chamber they were being taken to, and felt nothing. I saw medical droids by the look commencing all manner of experiments/torture on these people that I could not guess at the purpose of. I saw men being pushed into giant blenders only to have the fluid pumped to unknown machines, other persons screaming while tops of their craniums were sawed open and electrode stabbed into their brains devoid emotion, others being dismembered by large circular saw like blades and, their limbs hung and cataloged like chickens in a butchers factory. Then I moved on this was all I saw in a glance, and I felt nothing. Not even victory, or justice for their crimes repaid though not everyone there was Outcast. This is why I started, but now its my motivation and I can think of nothing else. Yet, I am left empty of triumph.

When I arrived to my ship it looked new. No sign of repair. RMD looked new as well, not even having the stickers my brother and I placed on him as children. I suppose the machines here would have only seen them as useless. Its time to begin. First I see if resources gathered thus far can pay an independent to get those scans for me. There is bound to be a Cardamine trader out ther willing to make an extra buck, or 3 million for 6 scans//screenshots// of Malta.

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