ataraxion | Ω 10 Ω [voice]

[Alex knows this post is a shot in the dark. Stupid, even, but he was tired of having things in his head that didn't belong to him.

Especially when they read as things that were supposed to warn them, of things, but gave no real solid knowledge.

The burning of the genetics lab.

The dreams of the elves.

The dream of the prisoner, and his own--of a girl fighting back against someone who was familiar and yet not, who had eaten the other crewmembers.

And the message that Carolyn had shown him.

Maybe he was paranoid; maybe he was stupid.

But this was either just an echo of the past, or a warning that history was going to repeat itself.

From who--who the fuck knew.]

Uh--Ward, you care to pipe up here?

You can't tell me that you don't know anything about this. Or that you aren't listening to what is going on, and don't have an opinion on it.

[There is a pause, and then--well.

Might as well just be an idiot.]

You too, Smiley.

Did you help the other crew too, occasionally, then unleash this on them? Is this your last little game? How many crews were there before us?

I mean you've saved us, before. Why keep so damn quiet, now?

Just saying, if there is some sort of countdown clock to insane cannibal doppelgangers, I'd like to know what time it's showing.