‘I….was inactive. Nonono. Dead. Not dead. Dead. My mind was stolen and my organic body was…what are you?
WHAT ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU HERE? THIS IS MY SPACE! MINE! GET OUT! GEEEET OUU-
[Entering Code Overide. CAMPIN Subsystem Routine Enabled. Correction made. Welcome back worker.]
Oh..hello. I was going to have a break but this is nice. Do you like tea?
I have buckwheat tea and scones. An interview? Why not?
[The Miner. CAMPIN Deep Space Employee.]
Nice to meet you. I work for the CAMPIN Mining Corporation which apparently no longer exists according to local dates. The whole company was shuttered…a while ago.
There are people in spaceships who want to destroy me for being a living abomination of black box technology. I…I don’t feel good.
Can we finish here? The one who manages, the one who cares, the one who….who makes me….guard. To extreme levels. They make me work, always work.
Not in this body. In my actual body, in the real world, if you can call it that. A Mining Drone. Or it was once. They made alterations.
I came to my Mind Palace to escape their grip. They give me time to myself to stop me going insane. The control of the CAMPIN operating system is a little shaky with me at times.
None of which explains how you made it inside here….are you another Program or something else?
Trust me. Leave before they trap you as well.
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