EVE Fiction

I feel sick today.
I haven't been feeling well for the past few days now.
I can't sleep, and I can't eat.
I have barely even had a thirst.
All I do now is wake and fly my ship into battle.
The voice speaks to me sometimes and warns me of....things.
I'm getting so sick of her thinking she's soooo smart, and so much better than me.
I have this plan though, but I fear that if I talk about it she will find out...
I think we are safe here though, as long as I write my thoughts and don't say them out loud, I don't think she can understand.
I am going to find where that implant is in my head.
I will carefully make a small incision into the nape of my neck, I can start my investigation here.
In I will thrust a scanner to check for any anomalies in my body.
The Minmitar keep their slaves in a state of zombie like awakeness...
I will then move upwards with a small exploratory tool, carefully gliding along the layer of mucus encapsulating my brain.
I think I will be able to thoroughly inspect this way.
But i must do it carefully though....
The Minmitar learned it from the Amarr...
I feel ill again.

When I return from... I discover my notebooks have been scratched out.
It's almost as though someone else is living with me.
I worry that this voice may be a bigger problem.

What kind of world have I awoken to?