These were the words of a long forgotten mind, bound to his prison, his home, his duty. Watching carefully, patiently waiting for his fellows to return and reclaim that which is rightfully theirs. Time however, hadn't been kind. The automated systems of the station had long since went dormant; its Micro Proto-Neutron star reactor now just a glowing ember of its once raw, intense power which fueled the station and its people so long ago. Now it only produced enough power to keep the stations I.C. functioning as well as minor navigation systems, even the gravity generation systems had gone off-line keeping the dust from settling, choking the air within. The I.C. during the early days did what it could to keep things tidy in case they ever came back, but after a thousand years it had finally given up letting it claim its prize. Despite this the station was just the way it was when it was abandoned so long ago. Its halls still as glittering white as always, polished to a high sheen... even in the still darkness of the station's lifeless shell it was still just as marvelous. Every once in a while as the station orbited its anchor star Cerberia- are white dwarf- its brilliant light would flood in through the stations thick glass ceiling of the Central Atrium, where the once perfectly manicured artificial forest now laid dead and barren.
(Exemplums Regula (Paragons Rule)
"Perhaps... perhaps they have forgotten... forgotten about this station... about me... " said the I.C. to himself once more as he materialized his avatar into the very halls he had been watching for so long. The Hardlight projections giving him a solid state and feeling in which to take in his surroundings. Each step, a memory long forgotten, each fingertip on the walls a promise broken. As he entered the Central Atrium he looked towards the ceiling just as the stars light began to filter in, the film left behind by the decayed planet life which caked the windows could only stop so much making large rays fall upon the floor and the dead earth beneath his feet.
"If they have forgotten... then I shall make them remember." he vocalized from his avatar as it reached down and took a hand full of soil into his palm sifting it as it looking for something he had dropped. If he could cry he would have, not out of sorrow or desperation, but out of hope for life once more. He soon let the soil free of his hand which floated in its place.
"I will bring life here once more...". The I.C. closed his eyes and focused as hard as he could and drew in what little power he could from the dying star reactor and channeled it into the stations communications systems and prepared a data burst which would traverse the galaxy for any ear that would hear it. In the Reactor room the proto- neutron star began to vibrate and roar to life the numerous hardlight consoles came to life for brief moments as if having start up problems, but in reality simply didn't have enough power to sustain themselves. The strain was incredible on the I.C. as he could feel power by pulled from him as well and his avatar started to fade away. As the power required was gathered the I.C. formulated the message... at least what he could manage...
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This is the Exemplums Regula Intelligent construct Garienus Aeteros... My coordinated are *********************** Station is in need of refit and repairs. Please respond... please...
With a mighty shout the data burst was distributed to the stars, and with it the hopes and dreams of the I.C.... As the last bit of the messaged was sent the I.C.'s avatar faded away and the stations reactor grew even dimmer, barely active. the I.C. could feel the stars exhaustion as his own and placed himself on stand by to conserve the power he had left... hoping that somone would hear his plea...
