THE GIGAS

pg.4

Several hours passed as I went through several documents within the mainframe matrix.

I paused to stretch briefly, cracking several bones and releasing the tension in my muscles. Working through and understanding conceptionally the puzzle that I have to piece together for a wider picture has proven difficult and time consuming.

Alas I am but one person when in reality I need a team of trusted individuals to help speed the process.

Its also quickly turning into day 5 of continuous data analysation.

N.I.C.K.A has yet to offer her help more extensively than the simple summarization at the end of each document again.

If not for considering that she has no real physical main component to rearrange I would have already ripped out her motherboard chip and rebooted her myself. So I must occasionally relieve my petty need for expressing some passive aggression to satisfy my fancy for control.

Otherwise I feel unfulfilled in being the thorn on the side of this entity as much as she is mine.

I steered the sphere down to one of the few last remaining flashing pages.

New visual recordings

Which was right on top of the Archival recordings.

My mouth grew dry and my body gave a slight shiver. I steeled my nerves I must see the recording that started this particular journey.

The letters and numbers dispersed widening to make way for the visual recording.

The screen was blank and quiet for a few seconds.

A sound echoed in the room. Heavy breathing was heard at first before the fast blur of an image being focused appeared.

The Elder noble queen materialized.... she was gaunt and her skin was flaky. Possibly from an acute shortage of water. She breathed again this time more labored.(minipurse)

She licked her lips in a futile attempt to moisten them. "Please, listen to this message. I...I am one of the few coherent survivors still left...."

In the distance I could hear a high pitch scream then a moan of intense gurgling pain of someone dying. Followed by some scratching and slow scuffling. She turned to face in the direction of the faraway sound, fear evident on her face.

She continued shakily " N.I.C.K.A has been instructed to implement Operation Nesting. Protocols are located under Procedures 167/34
She will take care of the rest....I have tried to communicate with the beacon and have yet to receive a reply. I fear that the repairs given to the outer communication disc have failed. Massive system failures have crippled the ship. Ship supplies are now gone....."

I paused the recording wrinkling my brow. She knew help was not coming from us on the planet surface or the other fleets from another galaxy by this time.

There is no fuel left to refuel onboard for ships since the devastating blow of the last blast of this civilization before its total collapse years ago. I presume that the remaining stores would have been used to extend and sustain the mother ships critical life support. So even if somebody was willing to go evacuate them, they too would likely share the same fate as the ships survivors. So why did she persist?

I resumed the recording " I have barricaded myself within my inner chamber and have been working on various projections and simulations for the best possible outcome for the continuation of our genus on the planet surface....."

A large bang shuddered the room sending plumes of dusk cascading down from the ceiling. Her eyes widen with knowing despair.

"....I have sent updated ship schematics, if in the future the ship is able to be stripped for much needed scraps, you may find the most valuable pieces worth your trouble highlighted..... This will be my last recording.... I will save the last remnants of oxygen in the ship. We are no longer capable to continue and maintain life within the ship with our depleted resources"