I had lost power to my console for the last few days. I'm still alive but barely. My pod power was running out and the iv food was relly low. I scavenge everything I could from all the broken pod around. Chaining the battery, replacing the different fluids. Somehow I know these things but I don't really have time to wonder why. Apart for these moments I spend writing on this console, everything is about survival. I was able to get back into the deep sleep mode. I had given up and prefered to get back into the illusion... The dive back into the virtual world felt comforting. There is no pain in there, just this continual dream. I was enjoying myself and hoped my body would slowly fade out, while in my deep hallucination. I played with these floating entities, it almost felt like a friendship... But then I had a dream, in the dream and met with Deema again... She gave me hope... what is she? I got back to the harsh reality, and started to get busy... Some communication system is attached to the pods and I had to scavenge a few of them to be able to replace all the parts on mine. I am not sure if it is working but when I got it going I received a few garbled transmissions one from a sphere monk... who is this? It seems like I was able to send a distress signal of some sort, and a count down started... 3 days and 16 hours.. counting down Is someone going to save me? Maybe they would know who I am...