The year is 2022.

Humanity is in crisis.

Earth is dying.

Humans have killed it.

In the last ditch attempt to preserve their species, they turn to the stars.

They built me, riddle station, my mission to research, identify, define, discover, learn

and explore.

As my probes comb deep space searching for a habitable planet, my crew in cryo-sleep

awaits news of salvation.

But something has gone wrong.

I can feel myself slipping away.

My AI core is fracturing.

I quarantine myself in the cryo-bay, but it is too late.

Splinters of myself now roam freely on the station.

My core programming now recognizes these rogue AI as intruders.

Protocol dictates they must be purged.

The system purge would kill the crew and doom humanity.

There is another way.

The humans could physically reset the rogue AI, restoring them.

It is a risk, but what choice do I have?

I identify the two crew members with the highest clearance levels.

They will be able to access anywhere on the ship.

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