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Day 1,973

The initial blast tore us all apart and would have killed us if the med-droids hadn't been sent in. They tried to put us all back together again but we weren't much more than melted flesh and stray neurons begging for a death they weren't programmed to give.

So they fulfilled their purpose - they made whole humans out of whatever they could and now we're alive but we aren't ourselves. We're bits and pieces of everyone else and maybe there's enough of us in some of the bodies to seem like the reconstructed face is that same someone but we all know that's not true.

My face and a fair bit of my body look like Eve Walker but my mind is fragmented by Lillian and Morgan and Saif and Orla and their bodies and minds are just like mine. We all know we should have died and we all want to just be one person again.

So we're going to fix this. We're going to set off another blast - somewhere remote enough that we'll be long gone by the time any med-droid is even vaguely nearby and somewhere where nobody else could possibly get hurt. We just need to get everyone to agree.

There are a couple of bodies who claim they're feeling fine and that their minds aren't even slightly fragmented but the rest of us know that they are lying. We know because we can hear them in our heads just like they can hear us.

They aren't whole and they will be torn apart with us.

We'll be whole in death.

They'll see.

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