Vulnerant Omnes, Ultima Necat

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Vulnerant Omnes, Ultima Necat

 

The various paths and colors that have preceded in my link with the core have proven both completely puzzling as much as painful. The way intermixed with a representation of known referenced knowledge that I am sure resides in my long and short term memories.

 

I have been trying to my up most ability while under the forced link to resist...to delay or possibly stop the incessant invasion of my mind. The power, or as I see it the bright light is ever beckoning me onward, I have purposefully tried to think of islands in the stream with little or zero effect as it appears as soon as I appear on the island, my very feet are greeted with a sensation of sinking..and eventually being caught in the streams once again.

 

I still hold the nuance as incredible as it may seem we are literally being artificially ingested into a completely larger by scale than ever imagined Planetary Hybrid Biological and Mechanical race/species if you will that have managed to successfully overtake and enslave the native populace and take as needed any and all subsequent races as seen fit.

 

I have been attempting to retain what little piece of self awareness and humanity though it has become arguably increasingly difficult to separate the state that I and my fellow shipmates here in the core have been undergoing forceful integration into...the streams continue to pull the consciousness towards while the sirens song continue to sing.

 

I feel the very real repulsion to entertain the idea of becoming a part of this cold and uncaring reality...were I given the chance I would in fact totally kill or at the very least find a way to expedite the demise of our captors. The resulting destruction might free others at the very least...as well as possibly take the opportunity of this situation ever occurring again... I am fully aware as we all here are pulled inexorably towards that core the time is short until we will not be enabled to resist the machine, to even have fond or concern for our loved one's....including the most recent addition of my beloved Eva.

 

The streams continue...the will grows weary with each passing moment,The hope for rescue from this abysmal form of hell declines. The mere passage of time,relative time.... " Every {Hour} wounds, The last kills" if our shipmates do not persevere in their pursuits to free us. I do not wish to become a part of a large force that may ultimately endanger the Manticore or the crew that serves her so well...or a possible threat to the one onboard I have became so enamored with...so deeply in love with.....End Log:: Beep!