I'm drifting slowly through time only to find myself wandering on a warm, serene, beach. The sea bellow me was breathing slowly, the breeze drifting in and out, the sky as blue as the water below beginning to create a beautiful scene of serenity and peace. It seemed so peaceful, and then a strange beeping sound came from nowhere ringing out blindingly. My whole view flashes back to the controls in front of me as the Varia suit appeared instantly in reaction to my sudden awareness. I took in all the surroundings slowly, noticing the green, blinking, light coming from the beacon center. A distress call labeled 14-2963-098. A label for the planet I was slowly drifted towards. I hit the switch for auto to turn off and quickly flew on towards the planet as though it was intended specifically for me. For Samus Aran.

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As I stand in front of the Spacial Center for Celestial Safety and Regulation (SCCSR) once again hearing the instructions elaborated to me. I took in only certain words, while draining the others out. One hit harder than the others though. Practions, specifically the Vavioral Entrament, were suspected to be on the planet. A soft voice drifted through my head, a long past memory. Cortanas' voice seemed to wring around inside my mind slowly drifting back and forth activating memories and certain emotions that I thought had no longer lingered.

"Chief, can you take a squadron down with you?" the voice of Johnson brought me back to the room.

"None needed. Just get me a ride and some ammunition pods," I reply emotionlessly as usual. I am the last of my squadron. Cortana, my last partner, was killed 4 years ago by the same Entrament that I now choose to hunt. I will avenge her, and let her memory rest in peace, the emptiness in her old chip slot as immanent as ever.

"Master Chief, you're sure about going down there alone?" Johnson asked with his attitude prominently pushing forward.

"Yes,"

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As the wind whipped around me I felt all the serenity seeping from the ocean by me, the ease of Master Marcal drifting into me. My gears turning softly as I allow my head to rise up from the beach below me. His head rising at the same time only for me to find for the first time the older human male was smiling. A thing I have come to accept as impossible for me. I am also the only one of my kind. I am a Cyborg; a human who, tragically, had his humanity torn from himself. That is a past dream for me now though. I know I will be alone in life permanently and will also never find someone who can equal my love of music and diversity. I found myself internally shrugging at this. It no longer meant anything. I rose to look at Master Marcal. As our eyes meet he slowly asks.

"What troubles you young Thomas Bangalter? Something you sense is blinding your mind from the purity you seek," As soon as the words escaped his lips I knew them to be true. I have been troubled. I have been having dreams of a meteor striking this planet and destroying all life. That is not what bothered me about this black dream though, I am most bothered by that I am still on the planet when it hits and that I discover the other of my kind. The only other of my kind I have ever seen, but a gold plate not a silver plate, like I am. I hope for it partially, but fear it for the other part. What if they aren't real? What if it's just a dream? I have no way of knowing. So I blocked it off.

"Nothing Master, it has passed over my like the breeze around us," I comment calmly.

"Ah, but the breeze is noticed none the less, so it is still there," he wisely comments chuckling slightly. "It is your turn to make your journey. And a hard one indeed," he says as we stand. He slowly turns to me and says his goodbyes. In this combat style he is not allowed to see me again until my "journey" is over. As we face opposite directions I mentalize all my training and only the combat is saved in my frontal memory core. All the rest is stored in my soft core, or passive memory as I have come to call it. Only the swift cold breeze follows me into the next few hours…

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As I walked casually in and out of stores my energy and patience growing thin, I moaned as another store showed up hopelessly empty of what I so drearily and infuriatingly searched for. All I wanted was a stupid L25 memory stick! I held my head in my hand and rubbed a fingerprint off my golden mask. I needed to lighten up. I mean for heaven's sake it was alien tech that was technically illegal. I needed it as an update for my suit. I walked around dryly pacing the busy sidewalk as I tried another store. As the exhaustion caught up to me I sat down on a bench and asked myself mentally what are you even doing? Do you even know where you are?! No you don't. Take a deep breath. You are Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo, not some random human being. If only right… ugh. You can't afford to think like that! You are the last of your freaking race and you can't even agree with yourself, I took a deep breath as I stood to continue my seemingly eternal search. I slowly walked into the next store and took interest in what seemed to be a device for a computer wireless system. I seemed to be just eyeballing the piece when in reality I was scanning it for the memory stick I needed. No dice.

"Can I help ya?" the clerk asked kindly from behind the desk.

"Yes, do you buy any chance have a memory stick for an old ALI computer tower?" I asked politely.

"Let me check," he responded as he turned to the screen in front of him.

"You're in luck stranger. We have only one in stock. Want me to go get it?" he asked as he turned towards the storage center in the back.

"Could you please?" I asked eagerly. He had absolutely no idea that he had illegal alien technology in the back room! It was almost comical as he walked casually to the back and then appeared again with the white case. "10.75 It'll be," he said as I swiped my card through the receiver. I wanted to bust up laughing so much! So many humans were running around in metallic enhanced faces with replaced eyes and all that jazz so a Cyborg like me could just walk freely without people ever guessing what I was! Even though I wanted to laugh it was also consolation… After The Cy-Purge I was beyond grateful for this fact… As the clerk handed over the little white box a day dream struck me. I was trapped under some rubble from a building that had collapsed on top of me. Then a voice crawled through the rock. It was a person! I tried to call back only to find my voice gone due to my vibri being damaged. There was a ray of light; I stretched my head till the glint seemed to catch someone or something's attention. As I felt the rubble moving off me the day dream froze, an image burned into my memory logs. A person… no… another of my kind… except… a silver. I took the box from the man and slowly walked out of the store, quiet, thoughtful, and very disturbed.