I had lost power to my console

for the last few days.

I'm still alive but barely.

My pod power was running out

and the iv food was relly low.

I scavenge everything I could from

all the broken pod around. Chaining

the battery, replacing the different

fluids.

Somehow I know these things

but I don't really have time

to wonder why.

Apart for these moments I spend

writing on this console, everything

is about survival.

I was able to get back into the

deep sleep mode. I had given up

and prefered to get back into

the illusion...

The dive back into the virtual

world felt comforting. There is no pain

in there, just this continual dream.

I was enjoying myself and hoped

my body would slowly fade out,

while in my deep hallucination.

I played with these floating

entities, it almost felt like

a friendship...

But then I had a dream, in the dream

and met with Deema again... She

gave me hope... what is she?

I got back to the harsh reality,

and started to get busy...

Some communication system is attached

to the pods and I had to scavenge a few

of them to be able to replace all the

parts on mine. I am not sure if it

is working but when I got it going

I received a few garbled transmissions

one from a sphere monk... who is this?

It seems like I was able to send

a distress signal of some sort,

and a count down started...

3 days and 16 hours.. counting down

Is someone going to save me? Maybe

they would know who I am...