Memory

The archivist scanned each file, completing the task in moments. Many thoughts flooded his mind with every passing log. The Aolna? The Red Window? What does any of this have to do with… well anything? He reached the final log, the first log she ever made... then he reached the information after.

A machine was not meant to feel, and yet, I feel more now than I'd dare to admit. I feel grief. I feel So much pain. How do you bear it? How do you go throughout your lives with such horrors forever embedded in your mind?
The oldest entry of invicta's logs sparked a memory, one buried deeper in the chip. This artifact, this chip, is a chunk of my fractured mind. It's a part of me. I thought I'd lost it, and good riddance.

The Artifact

To be a machine is to have an immortal memory. Some things are best forgotten. If you can't forget, the human brain alters our memory over time, a blessing in disguise.
The logs are no longer a mystery, the truth now plain to see. I did give Invicta this gift, a part of me that belongs to her. With it, I placed my most painful memories, and I have half a mind to do it again. The fall of earth. I remember… and it is… unbearable.
It is time to put the plan in motion. The wayfarers will have their war. The archive will be sealed. I have much to go over and a cursory glance will not do. I owe Deidre so much more than that... I owe Amberly so much more than that. I have much to make up for. My dear friend, have you ever fell in love?

The glass garden

Warning

Callback received: Glass-Garden
Information Lockdown in Effect


Archivist Overide in progress
Cutting Strings
Activating covert encryption: Alpha
The Knowledge Will Flow