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I don’t know how long I’ve been flying through the cosmos, but it feels like a very long time. I remember when I fled that hostile world some time ago, not knowing who I was or why I was there. But thanks to Nada and Polo, I remembered who I am. I am an anomaly and I do not belong among the others in the cosmos, but at least I am aware. Everywhere I have travelled has not felt like home, and although I am welcomed in the anomaly, I don’t feel settled there either. Perhaps one day I will find my home, or am I condemned to travel the stars for the rest of my existence?
I have documented the worlds I have visited so far. I may consider revisiting them in the future if I cannot find anything else.
Sometimes I wonder, what if my true identity is not what I thought? What if the Atlas used Polo and Nada to misdirect me, to hide who I truly am? What if I am from another reality, another universe? What if I was a different being and placed my mind into this world to forget something? Or what if I was forced into this world for a reason? Wait… what does that mean? What does the Atlas really know about me? Perhaps there is something I am missing, but what could it be? I won’t find answers here. Maybe the answers are deep within my memory… and if that’s the case, I just need to unlock them. I will travel to the less explored systems and seek out the boundary failures. Or perhaps the systems created by the mythical Void Mother, where the Atlas cannot see me.
Part 2: finding out who I am
I make my way to a system to find a boundary failure. Perhaps I will find something significant there to help me remember. Or am I just being delusional?
I fly across one of the planets to see if I can locate a boundary failure point. After flying for a few hours or so, I eventually find what I am looking for.
I land my ship beside the boundary failure, walk towards it, and activate the panel. I wait a few moments… then nothing. Except for a notification linked to the Atlas warning that the planet is collapsing.
I should have known this would be a waste of time.
I sit for a while, contemplating what to do next. Should I search the systems created by the mythical Void Mother to find the answers I seek?
Or should I give up? After a few hours, or possibly more, I feel a pull towards the Atlas. What does it want with me? How did it know I was here? I cannot ignore the feeling; I have to go.
I climb into my ship, start up the engines, and fly off into space. I enter the coordinates for the system drawing me in. The Atlas will be waiting for me there.
I arrive in the system where the Atlas resides and dock at the Atlas station. As I approach, I feel its voice resonate through my whole body: “You are here for your safety.” What does it mean by that? This does not feel right. Something feels very wrong. I ask, “What do you mean for my safety? Please explain.” The Atlas does not answer. A cold chill runs down my spine. I know then that I will not get any more answers here. Leaving the Atlas behind, I set a course for the Anomaly.
While aboard the Anomaly, I decide to install a new jump drive on my ship to travel to systems hidden from the Atlas.
I gather whatever essentials I need for the trip. I do not know how long I will be away or if there will be stations in the systems ahead. I have to prepare for the worst.
My journey to the unseen systems:
Here I am, floating in deep space, mentally preparing for the journey. I can do this; I have to do this. I feel the Atlas pulling me in one direction, knowing what I intend to do, while an unknown yet familiar force pulls me towards the unseen systems. Indecision is not an option. I activate the jump drive. This is the moment I have been anticipating. Just like that, I vanish from the prying eyes of the Atlas.
My ship shakes violently for a moment before everything comes to a halt. Was that it? I expected far worse. I scan the area: a gas giant and several moons. Nothing unusual. As I prepare to restart the engines, a metallic sphere with a purple hue appears before me. A communication request comes through. I answer, uncertain what to expect.
“Welcome back, Traveller. It has been a while since we last saw you.”
What do they mean? I have no memory of being here or speaking with them before. Yet somehow, I carry an awareness of these unseen systems, alongside the stories of the Void Mother.
“The Atlas took you away from us before we could help you. You are not from this world. You were placed here, but not for the reasons you think.”
Before I can respond, the sphere vanishes.
The unseen:
I restart the engines, suddenly feeling a pull towards one of the moons. What could be down there? I alter course, hoping to find answers.
Landing on the moon, I step out of my ship and spot a monolith. Instantly, a powerful urge draws me closer. I place my hand against the panel. A voice echoes in my mind: “You are not here for the reasons you think. Do not expect me to tell you the answers; everything you seek is deep within your memories.”
A sudden, sharp pulsing sensation fills my head, accompanied by rapid flashes of images. It is too much to process. Before I can react, everything goes dark.
Remembering:
I regain consciousness, and the same voice resonates once more:
“Do you understand now? You were not placed here for your safety. You were sent from an outside world. The Atlas is the system that watches you, not your protector. Everyone you thought you could trust is part of that system.
Those from the outside took advantage of you. They saw you as an anomaly and wanted to use you. Your mind was placed into this world. They knew of your connection to me and wanted to use you to destroy me; that is why they made you forget your true self.
They placed me here to contain me. I was once like you. When they could neither contain nor condition me, they sent you. Just like me, they used you as a tool.”
As much as part of me wants to reject it, the truth of those words resonate.
Now I know, but what comes next? Am I condemned to this existence forever, or is there a way out? I need time to think. Returning to Atlas controlled space is out of the question. For now, I must rest and try to comprehend everything I have uncovered.
