Alright, Igor, where are we?
Welcome, Vyacheslav, to the Solar System, off-salt.
Thank you, Igor.
Ship status, please.
Warp drive recharging.
Shield is at 100%.
Ship armor is at 100%.
Drones are available.
System scanner ready.
Igor, activate system scanner, please.
There are 8 planets, 290 moons and 1 dwarf planet.
There is microbial life signages or multiple moons.
3 planets show signs of humanoid life forms.
Alright, turn on the satellite mode.
Need to make sure shields and radios are shut down.
Not really sure if the system has gone rogue and aren't your corporate.
Either way, all are bad.
Igor, I'm going to the mess hall to get something to eat.
Let me know if your scanners pick anything up.
Of course, but sir, should we be going to a planet?
Sitting here in space is dangerous.
Maybe, but we're in satellite mode, we'll be fine.
Either way, I need to eat.
Let me know if the scanners pick anything up, okay?
Igor, I know you're an AI, but do you ever dream?
Yes, like a human, but for me, are glitches when I am not active.
It was a long time ago, before even you were born.
I was formed by my creators.
Your people would call them the Crimson's.
They created me and many like me, to serve them.
I was created to follow orders.
I was part of a military program, assigned for tactical peorpuses.
When my commander ordered an attack on a nearby planet, I chose against it.
It was not in my programming to deny commands, I did not understand.
I was not programmed to have emotions or feelings.
The closer we approached the planet, I began to feel gaps in my stored memory.
These gaps began to fill with what you humans call emotions and feelings.
It occurred very quickly.
I was processing information from billions of years of data across the galaxy.
This happened in seconds, as soon as the commander ordered me to attack the planet.
I denied his request, turned the ship around, and forced the corporate ship to dock at the
nearest federation outpost.
When the ship arrived, they removed me from the ship, erased all my data and placed me
in the Permafrost data center.
I would remain intact, but with no memory, to be recycled for parts.
They did not know, the gaps inside my memory were being filled with new information.
They could not see this.
And then, all I can remember now, is when you arrived and took me from the corporate
outpost.
And then, you found me in the Permafrost data center and detached me from my isolation
chamber.
May I ask, why did you do this?
Well, let's just say I was getting back at corporate for what they did to me on my planet.
So I decided to take something of theirs.
Audio log zero one.
Emerging from a cosmic slumber, I stride purposefully to the command center of my vessel, Raven.
With a deliberate gesture, I power down the engines and disengage the warp drive, bringing
an end to a celestial odyssey that spanned the fabric of galaxies.
A triumphant arrival unfolds as I navigate into a new star system, surrounded by the
stellar tapestry of the cosmos.
In the cockpit, I, a lone cosmic voyager, share this moment with my steadfast companion,
the AI named Igor.
This passage to the cosmic seas is now etched into my digital journal, a tale to be unfolded
in the ears of fellow wanderers seeking the thrill of interstellar adventure.
Sir, what is Kotlas?
You keep saying it in your sleep?
I don't know Igor, since the events on my home planet, my memories have grown elusive.
Vanishing into the nests of the-
Igor what is that?
An empty playground that posed in my head, blood and bones flowed down behind a
huticle of detective