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With a nervous laugh, I get to my feet. I am now locked in a dark corridor with a total stranger… and from the look of his uniform, a powerful stranger. Adama… that’s what he said his name was…
Why is that name so familiar… I keep my distance from his type, we could not have met before. Being an arms dealer tends to make one suspicious of anyone in uniform… it’s a hazard of the job.
My ears are still ringing from the sounds of the explosion as I steady myself against the wall… “Do you know who you are” I hear the voice break through… but it is not his voice... he is talking to someone outside. There is no one in here but us… Of course I know who I am, I think to myself, what an absurd question. “Are you sure…” the voice echoes again.
It is not just a voice... but a chorus of voices… calling to something deep within.
Memories begin to flood in… memories I could never have experienced… things I could not know. The voices... they subside… I begin to understand… I must get out of here… the storm… I am no longer the man I once thought myself to be. I am so much more.
Humanity is inferior. I must get off this station. It is interfering with my signal… Adama can get me out… then he can be disposed of…
He asks if there is another way out…
I simply reply with a smile “Yeah…”