Writer and computery person. Occasional bastard.
Thirty Days of Writing 23/30:
beginning, accusation, restless, snowflake, haze, flame, formal, companion, move, silver, prepared, knowledge, denial, wind, order, thanks, look, summer, transformation, tremble, sunset, mad, THOUSAND. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.
One thousand years is a lot of life to live.
It feels like even more when it is behind you.
The hardest part is that all of my friends are gone.
Naturally, they would have died: the wonders of science, however, have preserved them, here, in this vault. I shall join them soon, locked in stasis for
$ELAPSED_TIMEuntil we are discovered by a species deemed intelligent enough to revive us.
When I look back on my life, everything seems so fast, so sudden. I remember the brief flash of hope the Crucible gave us, and the decades of crushing disappointment when it failed. Had we been more prepared, we could have built another one, perhaps enhanced it with a computer virus to ensure that it worked this time.
This task, however, is now down to you. If you choose to wake us, we will assist as best we can: we are, however, all old and frail by our species’ standards.
Your best hope is yourselves. The plans and technical specifications stored within these archives, and mirrored in similar archives at the locations marked in the star map on the opposite wall, will help you to build the Crucible and defeat the Reapers, once and for all.
The fact you are reading this message indicates there is still hope. Please ensure our hope is not in vain.
These fifteen people are preserved here as an example of our civilisations, in the hope we might, one day, help another civilisation build a new Crucible and defeat the Reapers permanently.
My name is Dr. Liara T’Soni, and the year by the Human calendar is 3056.
These are the final remains of the War with the Reapers.