Corruption

As you walk through the dark metal corridors of the Station, a voice echoes from afar. The sound of the lullaby comes to you in the eternal night of Station 0. The murmur whispers into your ear with a trembling tired voice. As your skin starts to quiver from the horror of what might be lurking in the dark, you hear. You hear the agony, the terror, the sorrow in her voice. You hear the steps of sanity straying away from the poor thing and for a very brief instant, without needing to see it... To see her... Pity takes the place of your dread.
A Singer...

Singers

Singers are corrupted Post-humans. Machines with human minds gone astray. We call them like that because... Well... They sing. They just can't help it. Nobody knows why, although we all guessed it has to do with the mother. I managed to capture one -it was a very bad idea, not worth it at all- still, I got to study its drive. Seems like the corruption is reprogramming them with a binary value system, like back in the day. I can't tell what their purpose is though, nor if it's individual and they all have certain role or if it's all one and the same. I guess I'ld rather not find out myself...

I don't really get why the mother would hack all those Post-Humans... Nor why she makes them sing. And of course, it had to be lullabies...

One of the symptoms of the virus is that part of the neuro-computer's nanites melt. That's what's leaking out of them. The problem is, the nanites are still active and contain the virus. If those get near your drive... Listen, it's plain simple. If you ever hear one, don't go near it. No matter what, no matter why, do not go near. Don't let it hear you, don't let it see you, don't let it even think you might be here. Just walk away as slowly as you can and never come back.

— HME S0.000 The Researcher

The conversation you had with the researcher came to mind. what was his name again... It sounded... Foreign... You can't remember. You stand still in the corridor, paying close attention to your surroundings when it hits you. That sound. That noise. The howling of silence buzzing in your ear...

When did it stop singing?

It knows. It might be too late.
It knows. It's looking for you. Probably crawling the steel maze, orphan of any sound, hunting its prey It knows.

I know.
Sing for me.

Type

Mental

Origin

Engineered

Cycle

Chronic, Acquired

Rarity

Rare

It's plain simple. If you ever hear one, don't go near it. No matter what, no matter why, do not go near. Don't let it hear you, don't let it see you, don't let it even think you might be here. Just walk away as slowly as you can and never come back.

— HME S0.000 The Researcher