You wake, to find the searing visage of twin black suns is gone. Yet you still wince a hand raising to block the missing annoyance. A hand that you do not recognize as your own and yet somehow two bulbous orbs burned into your vision. Leaving behind ghostly spheres of orange and blue. Slowly stirring you fail to remember where you came from and how you ended up here. But that is a lie, one your slither of an Ego attempts to convince yourself of, but your mind begins to process thoughts. One word remains, Carcosa.

Piles of dust fall from your body, ancient and decrepit. Processing and maintenance pings are years out of date, many of your warranties have long expired. The metallic and crypto-organic structures that contain the shard of your Ego. The bio-mechanical shell. To put it bluntly had seen better days. It was almost human in appearance, however the misshapen form did little to frighten you. The world around you, slate grey wall and corridors did little to ingratiate yourself to their new world either. Wisked from your dreams of unlife you now must make do with the dour reality.

You were here for her after all, it will not do to be late. You weren't sure how, but you knew she was expecting you. The landscape you find is what you would best describe as depressing, battered and broken little remains. Stepping out from your stow away crumbling slums of gray brick and metal. Not a soul is seen or heard. Only your own echoes sing your approach.


>You body was in no condition. You'd have to find a repair and maintenance bay before progressing any higher into the city.
>You were already late, press further on into the city and try to ascend.
>Give up. You know you've made enough mistakes to forgo even advancing.