Personal ongoing entry 1

Not including however long it has been to escape out the plastic and tank container. It was fair to assume that any or all power that fed into the back up power generator was cut out. The panels that should have clicked a message has been black screen. No power to recharge the hoverdrone1 either. At least he was wise to consider survival for something like this to happen. My suit with new technology adapted fabrics for a start. He had to been planning this a long time. I can tell it was after my change before we left for London. He was talking to the dress maker about such armoured air sealed suit. I have some rations in tin and jars. But I can't stay here. Jam and sauces are not going to stave off hunger forever. I suspect he had intended that I had a way to escape. Yet going by the damp, rust and mildew on the door - chances of breaking the air seal was slim.

So there has to be another way. The water has been drained. So, that's a start. No sound, not even a breeze here. But I have to be breathing at the moment. There must be air ventilation. He left me all of the tools. The van is here. Dead battery life. It must have been some sort of black out magnetic field. Or that the radiation has finally blacked out the sky.

I am scary strong. I was not prepared to bust the mildew door from hinges like I did. But now I am in a larger locked complex of joint rooms and still no power. This place uses touch keypad entry, black as all the other electronic devices. A few strange other locked prized gems here. Cards that were half written were often about rewarding honours to Jackle for his services. I am glad he took after me.

The walls of this place are as I would imagine any vault or ship space being. layer on layer. Thick to prevent in or out. Out of being unsure if there is air outside this complex, it be wise to look for any writing. Just anything.

Found the water system, so it wasn't drained away. There is also a active coal carbon filter within the air ducts. I put them back as it was a closed system that didn't go outside if the walls. The electric generator was fried, the back up too. The same sources of whatever caused it. Thankfully it's fixable.

Four days of taking walls down for interior work later. Power. Not a language I learned at all. At least there is docking chargers for the hoverdrone1 to charge. He didn't suffer the electricity shock due to being in a insulation condition. The screens are talking at me. Still not a language that is human. I do realize that there isn't any nanotechnology in me. I don't have the robotic core. All of me is flesh.

On being really aware of myself, my joints are all altered. A four legged type. Tail too... but it's a weight counter balance. Fur. Head shape that suited a cat, ears included. My sight is indifferent to light sources, as it was when I was last awake. Maybe I can't speak human anymore as a result of this. My front paw tracing my neck strange gill structure, mouth jaw is totally like a shark. Teeth that were made to hold prey down. A hunter it seems.

Many screens here all state similar things of the same wording. I may not know that language but I can at least work out what it's trying to say. The screens that have no touch are gauges for something else. I clawed the floor of the letters I found repeated, assumed a few common letters I did know. Then attempting to unscramble the meaning from that.

The most helpful things is that the grammar is human like. So the touch screens all state, 'Touch to login'. When pressed it goes to the full quwety keyboard (of new letters) and reads 'password entry'.

I did check the van for anything he left for a password. I didn't really know how many attempts of this I had before reset.

4 tries then a timer comes up. 12 hours is the length of waiting. I tried the most common stupid things like how long does it need to be to enter as a failed attempt. 6 characters. I did attempt my names. None of those worked, then ran out of attempts.

The gauge on the lower screen is red. low of something or a warming. I when to my tank room and a lot of screens are red. I tap them all to my guess of 'empty tank'. This worked in turning it all grey. The gauges here were then going through a clean cycle. The tank too. Sealed and then burned... Maybe it was a death button. To report me as dead. Mmm... I will have to consider that in future reference.

Hoverdrone1 isn't working. Maybe the operation system isn't connecting. I wish not to pull him apart. I take him around with me as he is a still working recorder. I show him everything. I wanted him to know what been doing awake. Showed my translations of letters. The password entry. It wasn't time yet to try a new entry. I choose to sleep in front of him, when in the charger. I strained out to listen. If there would be anything new. The occasional shuffled to look at the screen of gauges.

The new password attempts was 'Jackle'. Now that it's been unlocked, I was able to change back the language options to English. This had also had most of the complex systems turned to the setting. It also pulled faculties I needed ages ago.

I am so happy there was food, there was a full meat paste. It explains the choose of jarred jams and sauces. He knew I would be bored of the flavour. There was a shower area that unlocked. As was a lot of apartment like areas such as the kitchen, toilet and bathroom. Bedroom isn't as inviting as it was meant to be. I made my mind up to use the van. Which was more jar storage.

The bedroom was already occupied, so there was someone here to watch over me. They passed away ages ago. Bones suggested that it was a being burnt from the same electrical shortage. The blacken areas say he fired crispy. In respect, I put him through the tank and pressed the report death button.

This release him to wherever it goes... space likely. At this point with my sensitivities to gravity, I can only assume it was like being suspended further away from a magnetic field. The air pressure change when it does. The gauges don't like me using that button. I may have limited air then I first assumed. It did return to levels so there is a feed from somewhere, just not from outside.

The clothes here were that crispy person. Thankfully I am handy as resizing stuff. I didn't want to wear my haz suit unless I was planning on leaving here.

At the moment I want to learn from the terminals of what happened.

I was startled awake from the sounds of clicking metal panels. I looked through the front window my sight blurred in seeking what it was. I peer at the nearest screen with how the gauges changed from just this room to the whole area. On top of this was that there was life signatures of a active map now. Worker code names as shapes along my door area.

I have the moment to thankful put on the hazmat suit since the door process was taking ages to open. I don't have a map signal like those on the other side of the air lock door. The hoverdrone1 does. I connected the drone to my shoulder and gentle in waiting for the doors to finish. I lay along the van roof. I don't recognise anyone by the code names.

"Hello is anyone in here?" Thankfully English speaking. I attempted a sound that they could hear, which only startled them into holding guns up. I sighed and waited.

"The gauge for dead was click twice." They have someone tapping on a screen out there, "But going by the readings of the tank in the last month. The creature in it escaped out. Likely was whom pressed the button." They tap a while, "This isn't a automated room."

The three whom came in checked as cops do. They scan ceiling and look at every corner. Slow to lower in. Checking under tables or surfaces. Looking at areas for any signs of difference. My tail tapped something loud which startled them again.

"There's a hoverdrone here and it's active." They all jolted about quick in seeking the ceilings again, "Oddly locked access. It's an ai system body."

"And going by the floor scratches, that would be someone trying to translate from the base operating system code into English." They walked around me. To my disappointment they didn't notice me. I sat up with tapping my tail at one of them. Mostly to poke one. They backed off and and aimed at me.

"What..." They froze and shivered. The gun aimed as was others.

"Lady Kate Nick?" One of the three asking. I nod lightly, "Indeed. You were in the tank then." I nod again, "You know where you are and how you got here?" I waved a front paw, "I guess that was a hard to answer question."

This male leader has the team stand down. He muttered about not wanting to piss off any ai when it came to my protection. He stares at the hoverdrone1 for a moment and then more to me.

"So give your wordless. How would you show us what you do know?" The nerd came in with a tablet or device with readings. He assumed I would code at him. I hop down from the roof of the van and walked them over to the generator, paws directions to what I had to replace. The stare I was given was strange. I sighed annoyed and picked a torch screen, brought up a window to type in.

"Fired..." They didn't understand.

"Like a power shortage?" I showed the panels I had to remove, "Its more like direct sabotage of the carrier." I wrote a short note about the dead person that was here, "The person whom was meant to keep watch was murder by electric." So they read.

"About a month ago there was a ship wide circuit cut, as we were attacked by a infective weapons." The techie doing his research, "It would explain the few unaccounted death reads the system had."

They all weren't comfortable around me, as I was much larger then originally recorded. I walked softly with watching them finishing the checks in this room. They even entered the van to be sure of nothing in there. Once the checks were in order, weapons were put back to belts.

"You have been awake a short while then." The welcoming among them is the tech guy with the data device. On message to whomever, "At the very least we be need to inform you about where this is." He turned to show the screen, "This is the outer orbit station of Earth. You personally were brought up here by Jack. Among the many possessions of this room, you have been locked here since his entitlement to be Ambassador." I gently poked about the mapping and gained most of the idea of how to locate important parts.

I nod gently with listening to the nerd detail about Jackle. Interestingly considered his object. I didn't mind, owned like a pet.

"Then I will leave you this key for entry into this vault." I took a different looking device, "You will need to be check over with the medical team. They can also link you aid for the lack of voice." I checked where that is on the screen his showing me, "Are you heading there right away?"

I nod but I moved to the van to fetch a belt. I linked it around my wait and hung the new key device to it (safely secure). I leave with them but I sat to watch the air lock engaged for sure. When I heard the last lock, I stood up and looked at how the while team waited.

"So your ex-human, as there is little data on you really. Just that your a frozen survivor from the parasite plague." I lightly hmm and they chilled, "You would have to have total clearance of all pathogens and nanotechnology to be here." That would explain the absence of my digital interface and the lack of signal connection, "Can we have your permission for this?" They expected me to sign something without much information. I stare at the nerd a long time to prove a point of wanting context.

"Its a treaty to say you will not be breaking any rules around here. That you able to understand what murder is and the cost to pay for any injuries to others." I lifted to two legs and took the device. I scanned through the whole document with checking all the extras middle lines. I also filled out a section that he skipped, which was my educational history and certificates. Outdated they maybe but I was very much still knowledgeable to help in emergency care. This was finally signed and passed back. I lowered back down to all fours. I clicked my joints back into comfortable locking.

"You are not just any ex-human he kept." They look through the document while it's uploading to a network, "You are his sister." I purr at that detail. They all looked at each other with muttering about may needing secuirty detail for me.

The data had already been sent now, I eye how the fella cradles his device as he read through the changes I made. I made sure that the hoverdrone1 was still on me and wasn't acting anything strange. I peer about the choose of directions they lead me to the medical care. They been walking the direct route to the location, but I seen no one on our way. Maybe they have the area blocked off to prevent me spreading anything and to ensure all safety measures.

Upon reaching the area, I was subject to a full health test. From emptying my stomach to be sure and full body scans of my internal organs. I dislike the whole process but I knew it was necessary for everyone to be sure I didn't carry any historical infections. All of my clothes were taken from me and returned different. I am however pleased that the original hazmat suit was returned and that they didn't dare mess with my brother hoverdrone1.

The new suit fits better. They had me wear a collar like any animal would, but it helps attach a head gear and other attachments of devices needed. All the functionality of having nanotechnology was in these devices (just less inside the body and more like wearable gear). The eye tracking for browsing argument reality panels or typing speaking with.

I am to sleep here for any body immunity response to the different allergy tests and inoculation to pathogens. They will have finished results for my blood works and finished AI analysis of my organ compatibility issues. The full star treatments to a more stable DNA pattern.

As they said, 'losing stability can have a mental health impact. Potentially erasing all human health management. Worse would be the potential threat that you can impose to others while on the station. Even if you never intended things to be that way.' Such honesty of telling me that they fear I would eat them or something. On second thought, I wouldn't put it past them to consider that.