EVE Fiction

She's there again.
She's always watching me, and talking to me.
I don't know how much longer I can go on like this.
I worry that she's going to do something to me.
Something worse . . .
Why is it that every time I start to feel secure, she starts harassing me again?
What have I done that makes her want to do this to me?
I don't know for sure anymore.
I used to think that it was some sort of game, something that she wasn't really a part of.
But now I realize, she's in it just at much as I am.
She's there, where ever I go.

Today I was in Ammatar space, it's my first time in the region.
The people here seem nice enough, they have security jobs for me to run.
I carry out my missions with efficiency.
Every time I run a mission, I can feel here sitting right there with me.
My pod gets cramped at times, so cramped that I think I'm going to burst out of it and tumble into space.

Suddenly!
Something pierces the armor of the ship and nearly punctures my pod!
Then another!
And another!
Before I realize it, I'm in the middle of a war!
AND ANOTHER!

I can't take much more of this, and before I even set the ship on course to head back to the station. . .
I die.
I wake up.
I'm back in the medical bay....
That same medical bay I awoke in so long ago.
What kind of life have I awoken to?
The din of the lights is hurting my head.
The voice is chirping at me again, she never shuts up.

Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I'm going to do it.
Remember that thing I told you about before?
I'm going to do it tomorrow.