Part 1: Violent Run - Intro and Sector 1
Here are the logs from the Safe room
Log of Sonia Plait 1
This is Sonia Plait. Its amazing what we have accomplished. Surviving for this log among Tasen is one thing, But when Dan systematically deciphered their language and discovered how to crack their logbooks, and even type with a readable (for us ) font, I suppose thats When the change happened. The change in me, Doc and Becker to push on and finish turning this girl into the first Nanofield-driven human being. The Tasens technology is unlike anything weve seen, but theres a clear, if non-human cognitive process behind it. The subject is unfortunately Dans sister, the older daughter of Ron over in Sector 6. Hes dead of course. I advised Dan to throw away his emotions early on, or we may run into trouble, and he did. We can only hope Iji will do the same. We dont have the time nor the resources to get her a decent suit of armor underneath the Personal Nanofield, like the Tasen use for enhanced shock protection. Instead well focus on mobility less restraining clothes, more motion amplifiers. Shes been decked for five months though, the risk of illness will keep increasing if we cant finish her soon. Ive gotten rid of my emotions and expectations too, so Im prepared for the possibility that she wont wake up when we finally boot the Nanofield, but one thing Ive never given up hope. Silly , but its true. Looks like the control units in place, time to stitch it up. Glad we worked in Medical.
Log of Becker
Becker writing. Plait has taken to the girl and is really pushing our work forward. Im glad someone of her caliber is still with us! We must finish within three months because we havent decided what to do once supplies run out. With the latest surge of troops, Dan is stuck in that control room so we cant share rations anymore. Whatever Doc and Plait say about the Tasen, what I find most fascinating is how quickly people can adapt to dramatic changes. I mean just look at us! Look here Tasen, whats your weapons to our will to live? Youll see once Iji wakes up. Oh yeah, you will!
Log of Sonia Plait 2
This is Sonia Plait. Some of the Nanoweapons weve managed to understand seem, by chance, very close to human weaponry. The translations we put into Ijis nanofield reflect what kind of effect she would expect of them, such as Shotgun and Machinegun. Others are so out there we simply did our best with the translation. We also found plans for combining Nanoweapons and interfacing with doors, which is why we spent three weeks fitting Iji with the ability to crack Nanotechnology. Lets hope she understands it, I didnt sleep for days when implementing this. Disassembleing a ternary programming language with our lab computers is like cutting cheese with a toothbrush. It appears the same goes for the Tasen Doc believes they dont even understand their own technology. Their weapons and nanofields hold potentials they simply cant grasp, and judging by their logs, can the majority of that other species they keep referring to. I shudder at the thought of where these human-looking Tasen came from, and how they turned such a technology mainstream for military purposes. Becker says ration time. Sick of vending Machine leftovers. Note to self: leave the deep thoughts for when theyll actually matter.
Log of Dan
This is Dan writing. So Ive just learnt how to crack these logbooks, and now Doc wanted me to come over and see her for myself. I know the Tasen patrol spots, but the moment I leave my Control Room, its always pretty frightening. Inside, I can see and listen to the whole complex, talk to Doc and the others through the speakers, but outside Im just a human among the Tasen. Ive no diead how long my supplies will last either, theyve got the storerooms guarded. Whatever, as long as sis is still alive. Doc and the team said theyd only augment her arms and legs, but that Nanofield theyre going to project around her I know its the only thing that can withstand their weapons, but I dont know if it makes me feel better to see her lying here. Shes breathing, maybe even dreaming, unaware of whats to come.