"This is the [SOBT]CX-Kvori requesting clearance to dock".
"Roger that, your request is granted. Docking bay 2 is open."
Evan once more landed on Java Station in Tau-23, gliding his Virage with ease past rocks and into the station before halting in the hangar bay.
After a long evening assisting in the escort mission to protect a large IMG convoy, his nerves were on edge and he felt extremely drained. Inside the fighter cockpit, while waiting for the maintenance crews to bring a ladder over so he could jump out, he flipped up a glass casing to press a small black button on his console; There was a quick hiss as a hidden compartment opened up, and Evan took the vial of black fluid from within, lifting off the cap and downing it in two gulps. Your Kvori levels won't replenish with a small dose of that size. Can I assume you're taking that emergency dose for a reason?
"Most definitely."
After a quick glance out of the viewscreen, Evan popped open the cockpit hatch and decended the waiting ladder, proceeding into the station.
He later sat in a private dormitory, data streams scrolling across his network monitor as he read the latest Sirius news. Finding nothing of interest, Evan switched off the computer and took a seat, looking out of the anti-glare tinted window towards the nearby star.
This calmness is worrying. What are you planning this time? The last time you were in this state was back before the Morbius construction.
"The Morbius?" Correct. I shall not go into details as you do not wish to remember, however it became your final Command ship, a capital class vessel of suprising magnitude.
"I flew on something like that?" Evan said aloud, surprised. "What else have I kept behind this memory loss..?" Many of your old friends, for one thing. Loss of communications has left you in an almost broody state of mind from time to time, unless the K'vori has been refilled. Your old position in the Corporation, your entire fleet, the battles that were required for economic continuity, all remain in your past. Then there's the last communication you received before we evacuated the Morbius, right before the explosion that sent your escape pod into the void.
"That escape pod... Three months worth of cryosleep with a head injury. I'm surprised it healed in stasis mode. That's the last I remember before the escape-pod initiated stasis." Correct. I had a hand in helping the healing process along, but it required a delicate technological hand. Even with your mind in stasis and your body kept in a cool temperature to preserve it, the K'vori continued to flow, and so I was able to perform only a basic medical diagnosis and repair.
Evan lowered his gaze from the star outside.
"These transmissions... Do you still have them?" They are stored, yes. You wish to play them back?
"No. Tell me their subject headings and sender ID's." Message one, subject "-|R|-elocation Aftermath", sender ID "Agamemnon". He was head of the -|R|- Corporation to which you were the Head of Security.
Evan chuckled. "That partially explains why I chose to apply for the Security job. Next?" Message two, subject "Final Opperation Report", sender "Draconath". He was another high-ranking member of the corporation, and considered you a rival in Artificial Intelligence R&D. He never could work out how you created me, but he had theories as to the creation of MeGa.
"Mega?" Rogue AI, your first creation and experiment, separating a Nomad mind from its physical 'ship' being, a Battleship class, and what it referred to as the Mindshare. The experiment was successful, but it retained all knowledge and memory of its previous existence and couldn't understand the concept of its new existence, mistaking a great many things including the final Migration protocol. Any data you sent, it believed to have come from the Mindshare. All data relating to MeGa's existence however has since been destroyed, including MeGa itself aboard your old Ranselga dreadnought.
"I must have had a ridiculous amount of funds back then to do things like that. What was the final message subject?" Message three, subject "Terra", sent by and to yourself.
Evan sat still after that, thinking while Xares waited. If it helps, I have already read the messages and, should you wish to remain in your current state without the knowledge of the past, can delete two of the messages. The one from yourself contains no matching data to the others should you decide to review it.
"Keep them for now... but no. If I decide to review the Terra message, I'll do it another time perhaps. For now I just want to rest for a bit, actually rest. Use the Neural Net interface as much as you like but don't use our physical body this time. I'd like a copy of the mission reports from our latest SOBT opperation in my neural-inbox, and the plans for the Adjanti project to be refined while I sleep." As you wish.
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