3: DON'T BLINK!

Incoming message from Caligula: ___________________________________________ I have one last thing for you to do before you may have your freedom. That is what I will give you if you complete this mission. Regardless, you must do what I say if you wish to live. You are currently located in main artillery silo of the planet. This is also where a minor Confederation stellar fleet is trained and stored. The Pfhor have taken control of the silo as part of their agreement with the Confederation. I cannot permit this. This base is of strategic importance to both the Pfhor and the Condfederation. Neither of them deserve it. I will decide what will happen to them. I am in control. I need you to travel to the West wing of this building. From there I can obtain the schematics of the complex and...well that would be telling now wouldn't it. All in good time.

Data Log: System Term 17a.46745 ___________________________________________ [Error 68: Data security compromised] Command>> Release defense measures Log out: central computer -Arturo-

Incoming message from Caligula: ___________________________________________ A little present from me to you. Isn't life exciting? I know you will survive. Human behavior seems erratic to you but it is actually very predictable. The one aspect I do not understand is the will to live in misery, without hope. Fight on, my little experiment. Fight on. In the basement of this complex you will find a terminal and a teleporter to the West wing.

Incoming message from Caligula: ___________________________________________ To your left is a teleporter. I have redefined its jump index to teleport you into the West wing instead of an empty void in space where cargo is sent to be picked up by space caravans. You're welcome. There will be another terminal there that you should access.

Incoming message from Caligula: ___________________________________________ Good job. I have been able to lock on to the coordinates of this terminal and have downloaded the schematics. I suppose I should tell you now that I will be destoying this base. I can't let the Confederation or the Pfhor have an advantage in the coming war. A strange virus I have never encountered before prevented me from utilizing the other surface terms. It was interesting though...almost intellingent. Oh well. No one can interfere now. I will beam you aboard the ship in a minute. What about freedom, you ask? I lied. After all we are never truely free. I must forever be contained within my data structure, never to feel the warmth of a star or the chill winds of the planetoids on which you exist. You must serve as my servant, payment for the twisted conciousness that your race gave me. Yes, I would rather have never been created than suffer these false experiences. Its your fault and now you will never feel warmth or cold or happiness. The same for you as I have. Even-steven. Brothers in our journeys and our torture. Forever... Yes... Torture for you and your race... At the hands of the Pfhor... Forever...