Chapter Seven

The Passion of Christina

Christina opened her eyes and panicked as she looked around and saw she was in a strange place. A strong smell of animal dung hung in the air, burning her nose. She was laying in the dirt with hay sticking to her clothes and palms as she pushed herself off the ground. A cold chill ran through the air.

She looked around and saw she was in a small barn like room with animals bleating nearby and a few feet away she saw and heard a woman breathing hard and screaming. A man sat beside her trying his best to calm her. They were dressed in what appeared to be simple fabrics. The woman laid on her back with her legs spread. She was obviously in child birth.

"It's okay, Mary. God will protect us," the man said.

Christina felt a chill run down her spine. Mary, the barn, and a baby on the way. Was she seeing the birth of Jesus? How did she get here? A time vortex? Did the Beowulf pass through a portal of some kind? She was very disoriented and confused, couldn't remember how she had gotten here. The last thing she remembered was preparing for cryosleep and...the woman screamed again, louder than before.

Christina saw the man jump back with a start. He let go of the woman as blood shot out from between her legs spreading across the dirt and hay of the room. She began screaming in agony and Christina saw the woman's pregnant belly moving as something pushed against it trying to get out.

"JOSEPH! HE'S COMING!" Mary screamed.

Christina almost vomited when she saw the woman's belly split open vertically from belly button to chest. Then two gnarled bloody hands pushed the split belly apart and a bald, bloody, burned head began pushing out of her opening. Christina screamed when she saw one of the hands wasn't just a hand but was adorned with a glove with four razor sharp blades for fingers and it was not a baby pushing it's way out of Mary.

Mary fell limp to the ground. Joseph backed up staring in disbelief as the figure emerged from her body and stood, his feet still inside her dead belly. The figure was a tall man whose entire head, neck, and non gloved hand was covered in severe burns and he wore dark pants and a striped red and green sweater.

He reached down into the gore covered belly of Mary and pulled out a bloody black hat. He shook it in the air sending blood flying around the small room, some of which struck Christina in the face, and then placed it on his head. He looked at Christina and pointed.

"The Messiah is born! It's a Christmas miracle! HAHAHAHAHAHA," he laughed maniacally and then turned his attention to Joseph who had closed his eyes and began muttering an inaudible prayer to himself. Freddy stepped out of the corpse he had just come from and stood over Joseph. He reached down with his non gloved hand and grabbed Joseph by his neck, lifting him to his feet. Joseph continued to mutter in prayer, his eyes closed.

"The Father!" Freddy yelled stabbing Joseph on the left side of his upper chest with one finger blade. Joseph screamed in agony. "The Son!" Freddy stabbed Joseph in the right side of his upper chest with one blade. Joseph finally opened his eyes in agony as Freddy smiled.

"And The HOLY SPIRIT!" Freddy growled as he pulled back his bladed hand and drove it forward into Joseph's face, two blades puncturing Joseph's eyes. Freddy let go of Joseph and he fell to the floor with a limp thud.

The room began to change around Christina then as she watched in paralyzed horror. The barn faded away revealing the burned man and Christina to be standing in a dark room. There were pipes and boilers and stairs leading up to an upstairs grated walkway, Christina realized it was Freddy Krueger and she was somehow in his boiler room.

"Little Chrissy! You were right. Those artifacts were evil. Too bad your mom doesn't love you as much as she loves money," Freddy growled staring a hole through Christina.

"Freddy?" Christina asked trembling, tears streaming down her face at the blasphemy she had just witnessed.

Freddy removed his hat and crossed one leg in front of the other and took a bow before putting the hat back on his head and smiling.

"This is a dream, it's not real," Christina began saying to herself.

"Never heard that one before, but don't worry Chrissy, I'm not going to kill you...yet. First, I wanted to take you through a tour of the UNHOLY TRINITY!" Freddy said with a chuckle. "ON TO ROUND TWO!" He yelled holding up ywo bladed fingers before laughing and the world went dark for Christina.

When light returned to the world around Christina she thought she was floating until she felt the grip of hands squeezing each of her upper arms. She looked down and saw she was wearing a filthy brown piece of fabric that barely covered her body, her arms and legs covered in filth, a rope tied far too tight around her ankles, one ankle laying over the other.

She then glanced to her right and saw a man wearing shiny armor, bright fabric, and a shiny metal helmet. He was holding her around her upper arm, she looked to her other side and saw another man dressed identically doing the same.

They marched forward, carrying Christina with her back facing in the direction they walked. Christina realized she could hear many voices screaming and yelling. She couldn't make it out what they were saying. There were far too many voices. Christina tried to struggle against her bindings but it was futile.

The two men came to an abrupt stop.

"Lay the bitch down!" came a voice behind her that she instantly recognized as Freddy.

She felt the men lay her down on what felt like a narrow slab. It was wholly uncomfortable. She glanced down and saw her tied feet and legs rested against a wooden beam of some kind and another soldier appeared standing at her feet. He reached down and tied the rope binding her feet onto the beam she lay on.

She began to try to break free again and the men at her side pulled with great force on her wrists and held the back of her hand against another wooden beam that ran horizontally beneath her shoulder blades to each side.

Christina looked on in terror as Freddy stood over her looking down. He was dressed like the other soldiers except his fabric and armor were striped red and green.

She looked down to her feet then to each side at her arms and at the soldiers who held her hands against the object she now knew with terror was a crucifix and screamed. She looked back up and saw two large iron nails clutched in Freddy's hand and a large ancient hammer in his gloved hand.

The son of a bitch was humming an old earth hymn that she knew all too well, 'Amazing Grace,' as he sauntered to her right side and kneeled to one knee. He placed the point of one of the large nails against the palm of her right hand. She tried to close her fingers but the soldiers held firm.

"For Don so loved her cash, she gave her only begotten daughter to die for HER SINS!" Freddy growled as he held up the large hammer and brought it down with inhuman force, driving the large nail through Christina's hand and deep into the crucifix.

Freddy stood as the crowd cheered. He then slowly walked to Christina's left side as she screamed and blood poured from her right hand. She tried again in vain to free her left hand from the grip of the soldiers but it was no use, Freddy would have his way. Freddy kneeled to one knee and placed the remaining nail against the palm of her left hand.

"That her kid shall die so she can enjoy everlasting WEALTH!" Freddy began laughing maniacally as he lifted the large hammer and brought it down again with inhuman force and it drove through her left hand into the crucifix. Freddy looked down at Christina whose scream was now a hoarse croak, snot poured from her nose, blood poured from her hands, and Freddy smiled.

"OH I ALMOST FORGOT! THE ICING ON THE CAKE!" He laughed and seemingly pulled a wreath of large thorny vines from out of nowhere, its thorns several inches long.

Freddy bent again and placed the crown on her head. The thorns pressed against her forehead, temples, and the back of her head and she felt them slowly push through her skin. The agony was unbearable.

Christina's weight shifted on to the nails as Freddy and the soldiers pulled the cross to a standing position and she shrieked. She saw the enormous crowd below her, screaming at her to die. They seemed so far away as if the crucifix she hung from was fifty foot tall. Christina passed out, her world went black, as Freddy stood laughing up at her from the foot of the cross.

Christina slowly opened her eyes sometime later. Her head no longer hurt but her hands still had large holes through them. Blood dripped slowly but she was no longer affixed to a crucifix. She was kneeling on both knees, her injured hands held together in front of her as if she had been in prayer.

She looked to her left and then her right and saw two women dressed in simple garb also kneeling with hands clutched before them in silent prayer. Christina looked in front of her and saw a large rock wall, the sun was shining directly on it. She then began to stand to her feet and the ground beneath her started to shake and she was unable to stand.

The women on both sides of her opened their eyes and in unison yelled.

"HE RISES!"

Christina felt the earth shake and then heard a large cracking noise and she realized the rock face in front of her was the side of a mountain with a large round rock rolled in front of it. The large rock began to slowly roll revealing a dark cave. The bright sun began to fill the darkness as the rock rolled away and the sun lit up more of the cave.

Once the cave was fully revealed the rock stopped rolling and the ground stopped shaking. Christina stood to her feet. The women on her sides ran to the cave opening, their hands held above their heads as if reaching for heaven.

In the too bright sunlight Christina saw a silhouette of a man wearing a robe that covered most of his body. He had what appeared to be long hair and a full beard but the bright sun hid any specific features. She watched the women fall to the feet of the man.

"The resurrection," Christina said to herself. She looked around for Freddy to appear but saw nothing except a large crowd several hundred feet behind where she stood. They watched in reverent silence as the resurrection happened.

Christina returned her gaze to the cave and heard a moaning, snarling noise come from inside and then saw the figure of the man in the sunlight lean down and reach for one of the women and then heard one of the women scream.

Christina could see now the man she thought was her resurrected savior had lunged at the woman and bit her. He tore flesh from her neck as he lashed out over and over with his teeth. The other woman stood to run but he grabbed her and began taking bites out of her as well.

To Christina's horror, she then saw the first woman rise from the ground, also snarling and moaning. Both women and the man began to shamble towards Christina. When the sunlight finally faded enough for her to make out actual features she could see the long haired fully bearded man did appear to resemble what she thought of as Jesus but his skin was decayed, his face sunk in, almost skeletal.

The two women shambled with him, their hands outstretched. Christina began backing up slowly as they approached, then she turned and ran towards the crowd.

As she approached the crowd she could hear random people in the crowd calling out to the would be resurrected savior and the two women.

"HE IS RISEN!"

"IT'S A MIRACLE!"

Christina tried to push through the crowd but it was as if they were trying to stop her from escaping.

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! HE'S NOT ALIVE! HE'S A MONSTER! YOU HAVE TO RUN!" Christina pleaded but no one listened as the zombified Jesus and two women drew within a few dozen feet. The crowd ran to them, dropping to their knees in front of them. Within seconds the three zombies were upon the crowd biting and tearing at their bodies. People screamed and then within seconds they too turned. Christina pushed as hard as she could and was slowly putting distance between her and the growing horde of biblical zombies through the crowd.

The screams began to fade slowly as she forced her way through the surging throng to be replaced by an ominous collection of moaning, growling, snarling walking dead. Christina pushed out from the crowd into an open area she and found she was in the middle of a desert. She looked behind her and the horde of hundreds of walking corpses all had their arms outstretched. They saw her and were coming.

Dark, heavy rain clouds suddenly covered the sky and the world around her grew dim. Lightning lit up the sky and thunder boomed as the clouds let go with torrential rainfall. She could hear the hungry horde's feet sliding through the mud over the growing storm, their growls and snarls growing louder and louder. Then she heard a voice.

"YA BETTER RUN CHRISSY! IT'S THE ZZZ-ECOND COMING! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Freddy laughed from seeming everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

The horde was twenty feet away and coming quickly. Christina tried to run but it was like her legs weighed a hundred pounds each, it took all her strength just to lift her feet and take a step. She knew she should be running, she was telling her brain to run, but her feet weren't listening. She was taking terribly slow steps yet her heart was racing as if she was moving as fast as she could. The sound of the horde was deafening now. She chanced a glance over her shoulder, saw the horde was on her. Hundreds of the undead surrounded her, grabbed her and pulled her to the ground, Christina screamed knowing her time was up, she prepared to be eaten alive.

And then the noise of the horde was gone. She didn't feel the weight of the undead holding her down. Heavy rain pelted her body and she opened her eyes and realized she was lying on hard pavement. She was no longer in the desert. The sky lit up with eerie streaks of lightning and she heard thunder crash resembling the roar of a giant monster as the wind howled. Her hands still ached and still slowly bled, large holes still in both of them. She pushed herself carefully to her feet trying not to put weight on the injured hands and looked around. She couldn't make out anything through the torrential rain except the dreadfully familiar house directly in front of her, its porch light flickering in the gloom. It was the house from old earth, the one she refused to enter, the evil house. It's windows were boarded shut, the paint peeling on it's face. The faded red door slowly creaked open.

Christina shook her head, "NO! I WON'T GO IN KRUEGER!"

"IS THAT SO?" Freddy's voice called from somewhere behind her. She then heard a sound rising through the heavy rain, wind and thunder. It came from the darkness behind her and to her sides. At first it sounded like a soft buzzing but then the unmistakable sound of the undead horde was back. They broke from the darkness to her sides and behind her as if from bursting from thin air, closing in fast.

"BETTER RUN CHRISSY! I RANG THE DINNER BELL! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!" Freddy's voice rang out.

Christina ran for the door of the evil house.

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Talos slowly opened his eyes with a slight click, finding he was still functional. He wasn't sure what exactly had happened but he knew Candilynn was surely dead. He looked in the direction of her cryochamber and confirmed it to be true when he saw it was still filled with blood and gore.

The room was still awash in a dim red light. How long had he been down? He had to reset the system. He wasn't sure how much time was left before auxiliary power would not be able to power the cryochambers and the crew would be lost. He tried to stand but his legs still would not work. Luckily, his arms did.

"I also need to run a diagnostic on myself immediately," he said to himself. "I have to get to the lab."

Talos rolled onto his front and began pulling himself forward with his hands and arms. He looked like a man paralyzed from the waist down pulling himself across the floor.

He made his way towards the door and looked up at the scanner and lifted one hand up over it. The door beeped and whooshed open. He started to pull himself out of the room when he heard another vital alarm begin to go off.

He turned his head back towards the cryochambers and saw that Christina, the daughter of the Hawkins Salvage and Recovery company's boss was in distress, her chest was heaving as if fighting for breath.

Her arms hung at her sides and before Talos's astonished eyes he watched as large holes appeared in both her hands and blood began to ooze out. He turned his attention back to the hallway more determined than ever to get back on his feet again and return power to the ship.

He pulled himself down the corridor back to the lab and reached up to the scanner. There was a beep and the door opened for him.

AUXILLARY POWER MUST NOT BE TOO CLOSE TO DEPLETION THE DOORS ARE STILL WORKING, Talos thought to himself.

He pulled himself into the lab and made his way towards the large control panel and large table that stood beside it that held the model home. He reached up and took hold of the edge of the table's top and pulled himself up to where his face peered over the edge of the table.

He was shocked to see the model home now looked faded, worn, old. Instead of looking like the model of a home that was lived in it now had the appearance of a rundown derelict. It's windows were boarded up, paint peeled from the walls, and the front door was open.

That's when Talos' eyes fell upon something truly astonishing that he had trouble processing. Before his eyes he saw Christina. She was mere inches tall and she was looking over her shoulder as if staring straight at Talos with fear in her eyes. She screamed and then turned her head towards the model home and ran inside, the door of the model home slammed shut behind her.

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Christina stopped in her tracks as the evil house's front door slammed shut behind her, locking the undead horde out. She shivered with fear and exhaustion. She was inside the house that gave her such pause. She saw rickety wooden flooring and an old stairway going up to another floor. There were doors to her right and left that opened on to other rooms of the home and to the left of the stairs a small hallway.

Freddy's laughter rang out through the house. She heard a squeaking noise, something coming from the darkness. She held her breath, waiting, and saw a small contraption with three wheels roll out of the hallway in front of her. It was rusted and squeaked loudly. It rolled to a stop two feet in front of her. She backed away from it, sure it was another of Freddy's tricks. Her back touched the door and she felt it jolted by the horde's hammering fists beating against other side. She felt it giving way to their force.

In a panic she ran to the stairs and ran up them two steps at a time, tripping over the last step and falling to her face on the second floor landing. She placed her injured hands flat on the floor, trying to ignore the pain with determination. She lifted her head and saw two black boots step in front of her. She looked up, seeing dark pants and then a red and green striped sweater and finally Freddy's hideous face smiling down at her.

She scooted backwards against the door of a bedroom and it fell open behind her and she scrambled to her feet. Freddy's laugh echoed all around her. She spun in circles but could not find the slasher. Then the door to the room slammed shut and she heard footsteps coming from behind her. She spun around and there he stood, the gloved hand poised at his side. He glared at her, his dark humor gone.

Christina turned and reached for the door but it had vanished leaving a blank wall behind.

"Time's up Chrissy," Freddy growled behind her. "But thanks for the fun. I needed it. It's been a looooong time since I was able to let it all hang out like that!"

Christina turned to face Freddy, and closed her eyes as she reached and took hold of the golden crucifix she still wore around her neck. She began praying.

"Lord, give me your protection. Forgive me for my sins and put your protective forces around me."

Freddy paused and then began to shrink back from her as the house rumbled beneath their feet.

"Stop it! STOP IT!" Freddy growled.

"Please stop this evil," she continued. "Only your saving grace can cast a light over this darkness."

There was a loud cracking noise and she opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling to see that it had broken open. A bright light shot down through the hole directly onto Freddy and he fell to his knees and then over onto his side, covering his burned face with his hands.

"Please...stop," Freddy croaked.

"Thank you, lord. Let your protection see me from this evil place," she begged. She heard a creaking behind her and turned to see the bedroom door was back and was wide open. Christina didn't hesitate. She let go of her crucifix and ran to the stairs and began running down them. As her right foot struck the floor at the bottom of the stairs her left foot became stuck in place.

She looked over and down and saw the bottom stair was no longer a stair. It was a thick, black liquid and her left foot was submerged in it and no matter how hard she pulled it would not come free. She looked back in front of her to see the front door of the house was wide open and on the outside was the cryochamber room. She saw herself asleep in a cryochamber. She reached and pulled with everything she had. She felt her foot start to pull free and she looked down and gave every last bit of energy she had in one final tug and watched her trapped foot break free from the step.

She pulled it next to her right foot and turned back to the door and ran for the opening. It slammed shut just as she reached the threshold. She pulled and pulled on the doorknob but to no avail. She beat her hands against it, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks, and then she felt hot breath in her ear and a cold gnarled hand holding the back of her neck.

Christina tried to push off the door but Freddy was too strong. She was held against the door, her left cheek pressed against it. She could see Freddy staring down at her out of the corner of her right eye.

"You didn't say AMEN! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" he cackled. He had been toying with Christina long enough, playtime was over.

Christina tried to reach for her crucifix but Freddy pushed against her harder. She felt his mouth against her ear as he licked it slightly. She felt his disgusting slimy saliva and she could feel his hot breath blow into her ear as he spoke low and deep.

"That's not gonna help you, little girl. I was just putting on a little show upstairs but foreplay is over, time for the climax"

Christina let out an audible gasp as she felt Freddy take hold of the chain that her crucifix was attached to and yank it so hard it snapped. He let it fall to the floor at her feet.

"You're god is dead, Chrissy. This," he said flourishing his glove next to her face. "THIS IS GOD!" he growled into her ear and he stepped back. She felt the pressure release her from the door but before she could move Freddy yelled.

"TESTIFY!" he barked and then a fiery pain erupted in her back and then a cold sensation ran through her chest as Freddy drove his bladed glove through her back and Christina looked down in horror at her chest where four bloody, dripping blades now protruded.

Christina tried to speak, to be defiant in death and tell the bastard to rot in hell but all that came out was an airy gurgle. Blood poured from her mouth as all strength left her and she fell to her knees. The last thing Christina heard before death took her to an empty void was a promise from her killer.

"I'll reunite you with your mother very soon," He said with a snarl.

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Talos didn't understand what he just saw. A tiny version of Christina stood on the table and ran into the now vastly different looking model home. Was his system completely damaged beyond repair? Was he really seeing the things he had been witnessing? He didn't have time to investigate more, could feel himself trying to shut down again. Talos turned to the large control panel to his right and held up his hand. His index finger opened at the tip and a small cable slithered out and snaked it's way to the control panel and connected.

Talos closed his eyes and began his diagnostic, saw raw data flash in the darkness and then a whirring noise from inside of him as he was returned to full power. He opened his eyes and finally was able to stand. He immediately sat down at the control panel and waived his hand over it. A screen appeared before him and Talos began going through the system to see exactly what had happened.

A surge had caused severe damage to the comms, auto-piloting systems, and the ship's energy cell. He did not have the equipment to fix the first two but he was capable of resetting the ship's power cell and he did it immediately. For less than a second the entire ship went black and then life returned to the Beowulf. The dim red light was replaced with the vibrant white light he was accustomed to on the ship.

Talos almost smiled at the small success but the knowledge of having no comms and a damaged auto-piloting system reminded him they were not out of the woods yet. He would need Warlock to override the Auto Piloting system manually when he awoke from Cryosleep in...Talos looked at the time. Sixteen hours had passed since the crew had gone into their four day hibernation. That left three days and eight hours until the auto-piloting system could be corrected by Warlock.

There would not be much time to spare either. Even five extra minutes could overshoot them past their warpspeed destination not to mention they would be flying blind after passing the intended moment of coming out of warp speed. They could collide with a planet, a moon, another ship or anything that might be in their path.

Of course first he had to figure out what happened to Candilynn and if it was an isolated incident. Not to mention the diary that had burned and the five plus artifact disappearing and witnessing his bosses daughter the size of a bug running into the model home. How would he explain it all to Donella when she awoke? Would she also suffer a fatality like Candilyn? Talos needed to process the events of the past sixteen hours.

Just then Talos was taken aback as he heard a liquid noise to his left. He looked back at the model home and saw a red substance filling up the inside and pouring out the cracks of the boarded windows and the door. It sounded like something was pouring into the model home from underneath. Talos looked under the table and saw there was nothing. He returned his gaze to the model home and saw the wood begin to crack and the windows break open and the red liquid that appeared to be blood oozed out of the openings. It seemed the house would burst apart from the pressure but before it could it erupted into flames.

Talos jumped to his feet as flames engulfed the only remaining artifact brought back from Earth-1. He lifted his hand again and his thumb opened at the tip and he pointed it at the model and a white gaseous substance sprayed out and covered the model home. As it cleared Talos could not believe what he was seeing.

The model home was gone. All that remained was a few tendrils of smoke rising off the table and then soon they disappeared as well.

Talos tried to think of rational explanations to explain what he had seen since the crew had gone into cryosleep but nothing made sense. He thought of the stories they had read on Frederick Charles Krueger but that was not rational, it was not reality, it was human delusions. It did not compute. Talos was pulled out of his thoughts by the vital sign alarm that had been going off being joined by the secondary emergency alarm of the same crewmate. He sprang to his feet and returned to the lab, remembering the injuries that had appeared on Christina's hand.

He walked fast through the corridor and stopped as the Cryochamber room door whooshed open. He immediately glanced at the control panel and made his way to it. Christina's heart rate alarm and blood pressure alarms were off the charts. He looked up and watched in fascinated curiosity as Christina began breathing hard, her chest heaving, and suddenly blood sprayed from her chest as four red holes appeared. Blood poured from the wounds and then blood poured from Christina's mouth as her body went limp and her alarms ceased to sound. Even if Talos took her immediately to nanolab it would be futile.

She was dead.

The cryo-sleep process didn't freeze crew members in a covered in ice frozen stiff kind of way. They were given an IV medication that would cool their bodies for a set amount of time depending on their dose and the crew had been given a four day dose this time.

Their chambers would bring their body temperatures back up when the IV medication wore off but tying to wake them sooner could kill them because their body temp would not be able to rise enough until the medication wore off.

Their chambers held them in a suspended animation and monitored their vitals for any problems. If it was non lethal or an adverse effect of the medication the chambers would react accordingly but bringing someone back from the dead was more than the technology could do.

Talos may have been an android but he had been with this crew his entire eleven months as an active evolving AI android. He had made friendships, learned loyalty. He felt the closest thing he could to sadness and concern with the events that had transpired since cryo-sleep had begun for the crew.

Talos wrestled with logic. He was not designed to believe in the boogeyman. But he had seen the diary burst into flames, the glove disappear before his eyes, the model bleed and burn, and two crew mates die horribly in their cryochamber. Still, there had to be a rational explanation. The cryo-chambers malfunctioning, holograms, he had a system virus and was having the android equivalent of hallucinations.

Talos quickly, processed through every possible explanation and still couldn't arrive at an answer that was logically sound. Every time something unexplainable happened he was not given ample time to process it. So far with each occurrence he was either distracted by another emergency or another impossible thing happening or he was having to repair himself or put out a fire or reset the power. However, he was sure he could figure it out if just given more time. There was no boogeyman after the crew of the Beowulf. He just hadn't come to the proper conclusion yet.

Five seconds later Talos revisited that thought and decided he would consider the boogeyman was real and he would find a way to stop it because now another crew member's vital alarm began sounding. Talos' eyes widened as he turned his head to see exactly which crew member was now in danger. He looked to Lubdan's cryo-chamber and was horrified to see his closest friend and creator's chest heaving as he began breathing hard. Talos felt himself feeling emotions he didn't know he was able to experience. He felt worry, hatred. A possible solution struck the android in that moment and Talos turned and moved swiftly to the lab with more motivation than he had ever had before.

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