Afterworld

[Kauket]

...input authorised by user [Revenant]
...log session recording...

...W#it#ng N#ur#l En#ry: fi##lj#urney##.6 - "E#sing T##sions Pt. 2.7"

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>... Six cycles concluded.
>... No further activity.
>... Can't hear them.
>...
>... For now.
>... Returning focus to the sample.
>... Need to adjust the scope on the set up. Out of focus.
>... Creating a reference file to refer back to upon.

... connected to occular subsystem. encoding visual data... beginning stream

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The occular implant fickled on, focus fizzled into the screen of the video stream as the static faded out, the optics calculated for a moment, adjusting for light conditions within the room. It displayed the perspective of Revenant through her implant, occasionally displaying some biodata on screen from the medical band implented within her body.


The image feed just barely came to life with the occasional glitch on screen, showing the improvisional set up of a kit-bashed microscope, partially restored to a working condition. It was composed from an amalgamation of recycled components from scrap electronics, mirrors and tools. Within it, was a holder, a miniscule faraday cage of translucent metal containing a large crystalline chunk, malformed by previous battering from energy weapons. Scorch marks remained upon it, discolouring the structure of the crystal where the burns imprinted, leaving it in a bruised depressed tone of a lethergic deep blue. Surrounding this little crazed set up, some of the folded tables have been repurposed and ultimately dissected, the screws removed from the hinges, leaving the surfaces stacked up like a pile of pancakes with the table rods neatly placed in a clean row besides it.

To an unfamiliar eye, this little scenary could be easily mistaken for a set up for improvisional bomb. The feed changed as she glanced around, revealing the enigmatic innards of the ancient alien structure. The strange semi organic metal, contorting, twisting, almost organically within the room, yet there was always an out of place element as the previous residents attempted to adapt to the conditions of the ethereal station. Humanity was never able to survive within low gravitational conditions without assistance, whether it be physical or mentally. Remnants of such attempts would linger as an apparition. Whilst relatively empty, the room would feel displaced. As if something were to be there. That something was there, remaining outside the grasp of the cognitive perception. But there was never truly anything there in the material world. Perhaps it was a simple trick of the mind, or the mirage of the lights playing with perspective.

Silence still subjuguated the feed, yet there was a subtle droning calmly humming within the far distance, a distant flowing beat. The station, itself, was almost alive in nature, filling the corridors with the reverberation of its warm celestial heartbeats reverberating throughout itself.

Tranquility broke for a moment, as she monologued out to provide insight to the study process.

"Sample - X.B - S - Oh Oh Seven. Origin of material... Kepler. Estimated two weeks ago. Unknown designated X-B warform. Classified as the Sentinel subhierachy, this sample was retrieved from Nenet. Husk appears to have suffered entropic plasmonic atrophy to the structure. X-B-S-Oh-Oh-Seven was admitted to azure-microfilament light treatment in attempt to preserve as much fidelity as possible on the internal structure by providing it some synthetic ichor to facade vitality. "

There was a pause as she adjusted the lens.

"Preservation methods utilized for Xenobiotic materials appear to not match the nature of these specimens. Rather than it absorbing the ultraviolet treatment, the sample appears to have simply rejected the experimental stabilization process. Perhaps the A6 Azurite compound is required for stabilizing the material, however, alternative solutions may involve C-...Cuh -- C-C-C..."

A sudden lapse in thought, a mental ice age ensnared her head. For that brief moment as the affiliction took hold as a mental storm raged on within her mind, looping the previous thought over and over like a mad chant. However, it quickly left as soon as it came, interrupted by a thud in the distance as if someone just tripped over in the hallway. Raven jolted awake in alarm, quickly yanking the battery out from the sketchy set up to disconnect it with haste, taking a leap conveniently assisted by low gravity to the organic doorframe in vain effort to catch up.

"Huh - Hello? Is there somebody out there?"

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