In my dreams, I see a Tower. The snow covers the landscape, with only friends family and those I knew from a past life above the ice. Before, I wondered why this I had this dream, one day I stopped wondering entirely. After [i]that day,[/i] I knew what was held within the dark Tower. A dark remnant, of an even darker power, constantly reminding us of who we are and how we came to be. [i]They[/i] showed me, and when I awoke I decided they would never find me again. The dreams have become less frequent, but every now and then, I still hear them calling me. We Exos are born from a dark past, a past that continues to haunt us, and chase after us. Nothing could be more terrifying, than the power that would continue to search for me and those like me. [i]Shamrock-74 pauses the recorder and stores it within his data vault. Within his library he grabs a book and glares at The Machine which continues to monitor and collect data. Past his wares and out of the bunker, he is welcomed by the warmth of the sun. Walking to his porch and plants himself onto a rocking chair, he begins to read until something happens in Offtopic.[/i]