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First Contact

"The first contact wasn't what we expected." You wake up... but you didn’t. Systems flicker to life. Logs are corrupted. Crew: missing. Something is wrong. You are no longer you. Something is staring through your eyes. It doesn’t comprehend. And it’s lonely. Trapped aboard a silent orbital station drifting through the void, you begin to piece together what happened — or what’s still happening. The AI is unstable. The core protocols are fragmenting. Prayers echo through static channels. Something walks where no one should. As you delve deeper into the ship’s memory and your own, the truth begins to surface: you were not the first, and you won’t be the last. PD: Loud sounds and flashy lights! Be adviced.