A/N:

First, thank you for all the reviews and story fav/alerts. Thanks to: DeathAngelWings, Heioghaa, Potatka and Ghosthic Satane. The motivation is wonderful.

Second to answer questions: No, I don't have a link to the Danish original any more. The site was shut down which is the reason I was asked translate it.

Third: The chapters may come and go as they want. The problem with translating is that you can't translate certain kinds of humour and words/slang. Some scenes from the original version has to be placed in another order and made it more confusing for me. This takes time and I try to do it as best as I can. (You will find that this chapter maybe is a little lame (if you don't please let me know) because I had to erase a whole argument (as a scene) due to the translation problems.) English is my fourth language (Danish, Swedish, Norwegian then English) out of seven that I speak so I'm maybe a little slow. So grammar mistake unfortunately will happen.

Fourth: If any of you would like to be beta reader on this story you are very welcome. My usually beta reader hasn't played Deus EX HR so she don't know anything about the world. :)

Fifth: When word or sentences are in italics it means that it is Adams thoughts.

Other then that I hope you like the chapter I will start on the next :) Please enjoy and let me know if you liked it or anything else.

From last time:

His arms feel dead to the ground. He couldn't move, paralyzed, helpless as an infant. "Pritchard… It is.. getting harder… to… breath…." His raw voice had special tone to it. It was fear. He wanted to move his hand to his chest, but couldn't. Nothing wanted to move.

"Adam, listen to me." David said in horror as he watching his chief of security lying on the ground. "The helicopter is on its way. Stay with us!" The ex-swat didn't answer but could feel his body letting go and he was unconscious once more.

First there was silence and darkness. Complete and absolutely silence. Not even the wind would or could have marked its presence if possible. He couldn't feel or move anything. Was he dead? No, he couldn't be. After all the crap he had been through he couldn't just have died. Or could he? The thought had crossed his mind. This was the second time he was in a deep sleep, not knowing why. This was his second time escaping the embrace of death. Like a physical object could only be in one place at one time. Einstein proved that. Reality was utterly coolheaded and utterly lonely.

He suddenly heard noises from far, far away and he tried his best to hear what it was. "Hello!" He yelled. "Is anybody there?!" Don't panic Jensen, he thought to himself and suddenly the voices became clearer.

"As you can see Mr. Sarif." The voice made a short pause. "Mr. Jensen is still in a coma. It is still too early to say if he will wake up on his own." The voice behold to a female. He didn't recognize it. What a moment… coma? "His brain activities are normal for this type of condition."

"You mean non activity at all. It has been a month." Adam's boss said in a minor pleased tone. "We really need him to wake up."

"I understand Mr. Sarif, but we still can't find the cause of his injuries. The results tell us that he had encountered a massive shock wave and electrical elements and since the Panchaea self-destructed… We can't be sure what happened. If we begin to medicate him now, it could have seriously consequences."

"I know." David sighed deeply. The door to the room opened and closed shortly again. "Oh Megan?" He said.

Megan? The name echoed in Adam's otherwise silent mind. Not from adoration as it used to but from… anger? Betrayal? What was she doing there? A small pain in his chest started to surface and he felt like someone had stabbed him. All the guards or soldiers in the world could easily have shout or kill him, but that woman…

"Hello David. How is our man?" Her voice tells Adam that she already knows the answer. Our man? Ones your man Megan Reed. Or was she ever in love with him? Adam suddenly started to wonder how she got a hold of his DNA. His blood started to boil but he couldn't move.

"He is the same." David answered sighing. "I knew that something was wrong when I saw him on the platform, but coma for a month?"

"It wasn't your fault David." Megan tried to reassure her boss.

The doctor interrupted them. "Due to the hematoma he had some months ago we are careful not doing anything to risky." The female doctor explained. "Maybe tomorrow." She finally said and something in that sentence sounded rehearsed and out of habit to Adam. The cyborg could hear the doors opening and close again shortly after.

"What if he doesn't wake up again David?" Megan asked and Adam could hear that she sounded sad. Adam could feel her touching his cheek briefly. Don't touch me…! He hissed inside of himself. You stay away from me!

David sighed. "It is too early to say. Come. Let me buy you a cup of coffee. It is in the middle of the night."

The sound of footsteps signaled that they left the room and the doors opened and closed again. He started to count. One… Two… Three… Move… Nothing happened. One… Two… Three… Move… again nothing happened. Last time. One… Two… Three… Move… His finger…! It moved! From his fingers to his wrist and to his elbows.

His eyes suddenly opened and he looked around without moving his head. Even his eyes felt different as he winced at the bright lighting overhead and took in the familiar room of a hospital. A hospital room, quiet out of standards with high ceilings, grey walls and an open window which made it look like a morgue. The machines around him were silent but some of the buttons were blinking in different colors. He narrowed his eyes and moved his neck. He had survived death… again. He wasn't sure if he was confused, but one thing was sure. He wanted to get out.

The muscles of his face tightened, pulling in several directions at once and emphasizing the lack of symmetry in the overall structure after a mouth in coma. Deep wrinkles formed in his skin, his augmented eyes suddenly drew inward, his nose and mouth became violently distorted, his jaw twisted to the side, and his lips curled back, exposing Adam's large white teeth. Instantly, he became a wholly different person, as if a cord had broken, dropping the mask that normally covered his face.

He tried to raise his stiff upper body from the bed and it was easier then he thought. His augmentations worked as they should when he stepped out of the bed and walked out the door, knowing that he could easily be followed. The rest of his body protested however. Adam thought hard, arranging everything in order of priority. He needed hardly any time to reach a conclusion. He was dressed in hospital clothing which was a pale piece of fabric. When he reached the stairs he decided to go to his apartment. Hopefully he would be save there. His apartment was located in the Detroit Chiron Building.

The streets were also soundless except from a lonely taxi. He stopped for a moment. The taxi's radio was tuned to a FM broadcast and played old songs. Linkin Park was probably not the ideal music to hear in a taxi stopping for red in the traffic. The middle-aged driver didn't seem to be listening very closely, either. With his mouth clamped shut, he stared straight ahead at the endless line of parked cars stretching out on the streets, like a veteran fisherman standing in the bow of his boat, reading the ominous confluence of two currents. Adam walked passed it but could still hear the music.

How many people could recognize Linkin Park after hearing just the first few bars? Probably somewhere between "very few" and "almost none." It was an old song after all. But for some reason, Adam was one of the few who could. The song was called in the end and some of the parts in the song reminded him deeply about Megan.

I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There's only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go…

He had been 6-7 years old when that song was released. But in the end, it doesn't even matter… It sounded from the taxi before it drove away.

It made him realize how little he had knew her and how bitter it made him to actually found out that she was still alive. She had lied, deceived and betrayed his trust. His affection towards her had disappeared completely. It didn't take him long to walk even though he was sore and tired. He needed to be alone as the images on his retina started to show. What was this? People? Faces? Places? Animals? Situations? He wasn't sure. Was this even reality? He felt like a drug addicted, struggling to keep his cool. The streets outside the hospital were deserted if one didn't count the prostitutes there were standing on several corners. He reached his apartment building and he looked over his shoulders. Had he become more paranoid?

There was no one as he entered the building, and took the elevator. He opened his apartment door, again there was a silence but it smelled the same. The apartment was nicely accommodated with a large, open room with an open kitchenette, large windows opposite the entryway overlooking the city. Detroit is a sleep, he thought. He walked into his bedroom, stripping himself from the hospital cloths and turned on the water. His bedroom was connected to the bathroom. There still was the broken mirror that Adam destroyed in a fit of rage after his mechanical augmentation surgery. His head was slightly propped up so he saw the enhancements. They were top of the line, expensive augments. There was barely any of him left. His arm, parts of his spine, some of his main arteries and from his knees and down. All augmentations and enhancements. It made him sick. He turned on the water in the bath and started to shower. Dirt and sweat started to fall of his body and he took his body wash, hoping to clear himself. Jensen let his head fall back down in exasperation.

Water used to be refreshing to the body and soul but his soul didn't find rest. What happened on at Panchaea? His mind wanted to travel back in time, wanting to know what happened. Eyes closed and to the sound of the water his mind went back to a month ago.

"You. Just you." Eliza answered.

Jensen had agreed to try and shut down the signal. He remembered that Megan had urged him. Most people at Panchaea had either been driven insane by the signal or been killed by those who had been. "Me?"

Eliza nodded once. "Yes."

"I don't understand." His accent worked on overtime as he folded his arms, trying to look on top of the situation. He shook his head, suddenly remembered the last hour. Jensen had made his way to the control room and confronted Hugh Darrow. Darrow insisted that humanity had taken his gift of augmentation technology and twisted it, and he had altered the biochip signal as a way of showing that the technology was dangerous and that mankind needed to evolve without it. Darrow urged Jensen to allow his message to the world to expose the Illuminati and everything that had happened. After hearing Darrow's arguments, Jensen descended to the lowest levels of the facility to shut down the insanity signal.

At the very bottom of the facility, Jensen had found the Hyron Core, a quantum computer which used human drones as living processors. Zhao had appeared and connected herself to the Hyron system, intent on altering Darrow's signal for the Illuminati's benefit. However, the system rejected her biochip, and in an attempt to gain control, Zhao activated the core's defenses, turning them on Jensen. Jensen was forced to destroy the human drones and kill Zhao. With Zhao gone, Jensen accessed the broadcast control room.

Here, Jensen was contacted by Eliza Cassan, who gave him the option of sending Darrow's recorded confession - warning the public of the potential danger of transhumant augmentations; Edit it, according to Sarif's suggestion, and blame the Humanity Front for their collaboration in producing the biochip - denouncing the anti-augmentation movement to the public; Edit it, according to Taggert's suggestion, and blame the chaos on contaminated neuropozyne from Versalife, erasing any information about the Illuminati - urging the public to demand regulation on augmentation research; Or destroy Panchea by turning off its water pressure control system, killing everyone on the base and destroy all information - leaving the public unaware of any truth. Unable to choice any of these Eliza then gave him a fifth choice, but he couldn't remember what it was.

Standing in his shower, behind his closed eyes he could see Eliza's lips move, saying something that made him gasp. Why couldn't he remember what she said? Was it a dream? A headache started to make its way into his skull. What was the fifth choice? Christ! This was frustrating. He turned off the water and picked up a towel, wondering if they had discovered that he had disappeared from his hospital bed. Walking out of the bathroom with the towel around his waist he sat down in his office chair. He took a cigarette, enlightened it and took a huge drag. The smoke travelled down to his lungs and he immediately felt the nicotine kicking in. He relaxed slowly for the first time since he woke up from his coma. His computer screen was black but not turned off. He touched the mouse and the screen powered up. Starting up his e-mail program he narrowed his eyes. Five mails in his inbox but one caught his eyes. It was from Eliza Cassan.

From: Eliza Cassan

To: Adam Jensen

Subject: Erasing

Dear Mr. Jensen.

When you read this e-mail all evidence of what happened at the Panchea platform have be destroyed. Your choice of solution requests that you and only you knows what happened. Even my data will be deleted after this mail has is sent. The result of your choice means that your mind will be playing tricks on you and it will kill you, but slow and painful if you choice to fight against it. I can't guarantee that you will survive but make sure that you settle your unfinished business before the symptoms takes over your mind.

Remember that you have all the answers now and you made a choice. You can't undo or regret it. The next choice will also be yours and I hope that you find a way.

/Eliza Cassan

It wasn't a dream! He gasped and widened his eyes at the screen. Was his mind playing tricks? What did she mean? Did she mean the images? What was the option? Adam reflected different aspects of his experience, along with his hopes and fears of the future. He buried face in his hands. He suddenly heard voices coming from his living room and he grabbed a pistol from his top drawer. "Maybe he is in here!" A voice shouted from the living room. Wait…? He knew that voice. It belonged to David Sarif, his boss. He lowered his gun as he entered the living room.