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Wha happen? Dunno. Go 'way.
Ha...I got hit.. inna head...with a... asteroid. Haha! ASS-troid! Heh. Thass wat happen.
Hahaha...ow...
Wuzzat sparkly shit? Heh. 's moooving...spaaaarklessss...hahahahaaaaaaa.....
(Sedative-related rambling deleted. Subject was eventually persuaded to return to the topic of the asteroid.)
Wuz fulla dem...bug fuckers. Doze clerons...terrors...things...I-I mean...coulters?
Heheheh. They look fuuuunny close up...
(Further sedative-related rambling deleted. Attempts to return subject to any useful topic failed.)
Sure, gimme a giraffe...just not the floating kind.
What're you laughin' at?
Whatever. Haha. These drugs are niiiiiiiiice. Heh... Should give 'em to Abel. Fuckin' uptight lil'...
Wait.
(Subject abruptly switches from English to Russian. Remaining logs have been translated.)
Where is he?
Where's Abel?
Is he OK? Did he make it?!
TELL ME, YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! WHERE IS HE?!
DON'T YOU DARE STICK THAT NEEDLE IN ME BITCH NO STOP GET OFF ME I'LL KILL YOU I'LL KILL YOU BASTARDS I'LL KILL YOU ALL AAAAARGGGHH GRRRRAAAARRRRRRRHH NO NO NOOOO FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUck you...fuck you...f...uck...y...uuurgghhhhhhhhhh...
**TWO DAYS AGO**
I awaken into a universe of agony.
I can't see. I can barely breathe.
I thought I was something of an expert on pain, but this is like nothing I've ever imagined.
When I said I got off on being alive to experience both pain and pleasure, I did NOT fucking mean this much pain.
Where am I? Nowhere good. Every attempt at movement sends a searing jolt through my body.
Something is holding me. Pinning me in place. GET OFF GET OFF. I struggle, claw at it, try to bite it.
It lets go. I fall and land on my head.
OWW!! FUCK...
So that's which way is up.
I black out.
When I come back, more of my senses are working. I smell smoke. I see flames reflecting off metal. I'm lying on my side with my legs stuck above me somehow. I'm just thinking about trying to move again when something crashes into me and grabs me.
It yanks my arms so hard I think they'll come out of their sockets if I'm not torn apart entirely first. Then it's gripping me around the chest and making a godawful noise that feels like an icy, twisting knife through my brain.
Is it...speaking? Somehow I have the feeling it's not an enemy. I stop fighting for just a moment and the blackness returns.
The next thing I see is that shithead Praxis. He's leaning over me, holding a knife. It and his fist are dripping blood. I try to focus better and realize I can only see him with my right eye.
It dawns on me that I should be afraid.
My left arm doesn't work. I take a swipe with my right hand and find only a sticky mess and a new burst of pain where my left eye should be.
Praxis smirks.
"Karma's a bitch, huh, Cain."