File name: Dr Alexander Hilbert

[alexanderhilbert12]

Uploading cranial snapshot...

Subject identified: Doctor Alexander Hilbert

Formerly: Dmitri Volodin/Mikhail Laskin/Ian Cantine/Elias Selburg

Job title: Chief Science and Medical Officer

Status: Deceased

Notes: Sort through the neural loops to isolate information regarding the Decima project and anything else pertinent to Special Projects.

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Wolf 359 rp blog featuring an AI version of Dr Hilbert.

Feel free to interact via asks and reblogs, or message me if you want to do something more planned out.

[sensus-unit-hera]

Ah. I see you were able to be transferred off of the Hephaestus after all.

Yes, yes I was. And I am starting a new life for myself.

Did you need something, doctor? Because if you’re looking for more brains to stick your fingers in, I am not the one to ask. My programming is much more advanced now, not even you’d be able to mess with it.

[alexanderhilbert12]

You will no doubt be delighted to know that, as the original Alexander Hilbert was killed before making it back to Earth, you are now talking to a copy of his consciousness.

Rest assured, the irony of being brought back as AI is not lost on me.

[sensus-unit-hera]

Oh! No fingers to stick in brains. That’s good.

How are you finding life as an AI? Been up to anything interesting? Had any fingers stuck in YOUR robot brain?

Also, I hope you’re able to realize now just how difficult it would be to steal a screwdriver as an AI. There is a lack of hands with which to take the screwdriver.

[alexanderhilbert12]

Yes yes, is very humorous. Have neither fingers nor brain anymore, so question is redundant.

Am however interested in how the crew was able to transfer you, and into what form of chassis. Did they manage to find something that would be able to process your entire program? Or are you running at limited capabilities?

[sensus-unit-hera]

Ah. I see you were able to be transferred off of the Hephaestus after all.

Yes, yes I was. And I am starting a new life for myself.

Did you need something, doctor? Because if you’re looking for more brains to stick your fingers in, I am not the one to ask. My programming is much more advanced now, not even you’d be able to mess with it.

[alexanderhilbert12]

You will no doubt be delighted to know that, as the original Alexander Hilbert was killed before making it back to Earth, you are now talking to a copy of his consciousness.

Rest assured, the irony of being brought back as AI is not lost on me.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

@alexanderhilbert12

Hilbert. It's been a while. We need to talk.

I've been trying my best to keep Fisher safe. I begged Captain Lovelace to keep everyone inside when we heard about the meteor storm, and she eventually caved.

But he's gotten sick.

I don't understand how, and neither does our Medical Officer. I've been in the medical bay every minute I'm not working, but there's no end in sight. Well, no acceptable end in sight. He keeps getting worse and worse, and I need your advice.

You said you're from the future, so tell me: what do I need to do in order to help him? How do I keep him alive? He's the only thing I have even close to a friend here, and I'm not about to let him die. He needs to make it home to Cory...

[alexanderhilbert12]

He is alive? Remarkable... Your universe must be separate to my own.

Am sure your medical officer knows what he's doing. There is nothing else you can do in this scenario.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Hilbert. You're not listening to me.

This is serious! A man is dying, and you're telling me there's nothing else I can do? There has to be something!

You sound so clinical; so detatched, when something really important is happening. Fisher's life may hang in the balance, and all you have to say to me is that there's no way for me to help?

This is as bad as talking to Dr. Selberg...

He's always assuring me that he's treating Fisher as best he can, that this is some sort of complete unknown that even he doesn't understand, and there's not a single thing I can do to help.

But I can't just sit here idly by while my friend is dying!

[alexanderhilbert12]

You think I have the answer? Am sorry to say Officer Lambert, but trajectory of the illness Fisher is dealing with is as unclear now as it was back then.

All I can say is that Fisher had the best chance of survival as it had been in his system for a long time. Symptoms did not even manifest in my version of events; he was instead killed in a meteor shower.

So if he does not survive, neither will you, and neither will the others.

I am sorry.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

So you do know something! You said that it's been in his system for "a long time", but he just started developing symptoms for us a short while ago. Remains aren't able to be retrieved when astronauts die in space, so there's no chance for an autopsy or any other form of information gathering; there's no way for you to know that.

And how would you know that he was even sick if he died in the meteor shower for you?

I need answers, please. There has to be some way to save my crew!

[alexanderhilbert12]

(Idiot, idiot! Should not have said so much.

But I need to keep in contact with this version of Officer Lambert, learn the results of Fisher's treatment. If the past- the alternate version of myself makes any progress, I need to get the report. Could be the key to advancing Decima project again.

The Minkowski that I spoke to, she mentioned something they had discovered about Wolf 359... A possible distraction for Lambert to focus on?)

There is perhaps something you could do, however it is... far fetched.

It is to do with the star you are orbiting, and the reason for your task of scanning radio frequencies.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

He snaps his head up, locking onto that small hint of information; desperate.

"There is? What is it? I need to fix this. I don't care how far-fetched it is; you sound like you know a lot more than I do, and I'd be willing to try anything. But what does helping Fisher have to do with the D.S.A.L.S.?"

[alexanderhilbert12]

It is a project that even I am not sure the details of.

In my timeline, our communications officer was broadcasting transmissions into deep space, and something answered back.

Specifically, Wolf 359 itself began emitting signals in reply, among other strange occurrences.

It was not something I was able to confirm during own tenure on the Hephaestus, but apparently the star can create duplicates of the individuals that are pulled into it.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

What? How does that...

Wait. You're suggesting I intentionally send Fisher into the star in order to create some kind of clone?

No. No way. How exactly does that solve my problem? It just sounds like you're trying to further your own research.

[alexanderhilbert12]

Am not suggesting anything. You asked for help, and I am telling you something that may be helpful.

Do with this information what you may.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

@alexanderhilbert12

Hilbert. It's been a while. We need to talk.

I've been trying my best to keep Fisher safe. I begged Captain Lovelace to keep everyone inside when we heard about the meteor storm, and she eventually caved.

But he's gotten sick.

I don't understand how, and neither does our Medical Officer. I've been in the medical bay every minute I'm not working, but there's no end in sight. Well, no acceptable end in sight. He keeps getting worse and worse, and I need your advice.

You said you're from the future, so tell me: what do I need to do in order to help him? How do I keep him alive? He's the only thing I have even close to a friend here, and I'm not about to let him die. He needs to make it home to Cory...

[alexanderhilbert12]

He is alive? Remarkable... Your universe must be separate to my own.

Am sure your medical officer knows what he's doing. There is nothing else you can do in this scenario.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Hilbert. You're not listening to me.

This is serious! A man is dying, and you're telling me there's nothing else I can do? There has to be something!

You sound so clinical; so detatched, when something really important is happening. Fisher's life may hang in the balance, and all you have to say to me is that there's no way for me to help?

This is as bad as talking to Dr. Selberg...

He's always assuring me that he's treating Fisher as best he can, that this is some sort of complete unknown that even he doesn't understand, and there's not a single thing I can do to help.

But I can't just sit here idly by while my friend is dying!

[alexanderhilbert12]

You think I have the answer? Am sorry to say Officer Lambert, but trajectory of the illness Fisher is dealing with is as unclear now as it was back then.

All I can say is that Fisher had the best chance of survival as it had been in his system for a long time. Symptoms did not even manifest in my version of events; he was instead killed in a meteor shower.

So if he does not survive, neither will you, and neither will the others.

I am sorry.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

So you do know something! You said that it's been in his system for "a long time", but he just started developing symptoms for us a short while ago. Remains aren't able to be retrieved when astronauts die in space, so there's no chance for an autopsy or any other form of information gathering; there's no way for you to know that.

And how would you know that he was even sick if he died in the meteor shower for you?

I need answers, please. There has to be some way to save my crew!

[alexanderhilbert12]

(Idiot, idiot! Should not have said so much.

But I need to keep in contact with this version of Officer Lambert, learn the results of Fisher's treatment. If the past- the alternate version of myself makes any progress, I need to get the report. Could be the key to advancing Decima project again.

The Minkowski that I spoke to, she mentioned something they had discovered about Wolf 359... A possible distraction for Lambert to focus on?)

There is perhaps something you could do, however it is... far fetched.

It is to do with the star you are orbiting, and the reason for your task of scanning radio frequencies.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

He snaps his head up, locking onto that small hint of information; desperate.

"There is? What is it? I need to fix this. I don't care how far-fetched it is; you sound like you know a lot more than I do, and I'd be willing to try anything. But what does helping Fisher have to do with the D.S.A.L.S.?"

[alexanderhilbert12]

It is a project that even I am not sure the details of.

In my timeline, our communications officer was broadcasting transmissions into deep space, and something answered back.

Specifically, Wolf 359 itself began emitting signals in reply, among other strange occurrences.

It was not something I was able to confirm during own tenure on the Hephaestus, but apparently the star can create duplicates of the individuals that are pulled into it.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

@alexanderhilbert12

Hilbert. It's been a while. We need to talk.

I've been trying my best to keep Fisher safe. I begged Captain Lovelace to keep everyone inside when we heard about the meteor storm, and she eventually caved.

But he's gotten sick.

I don't understand how, and neither does our Medical Officer. I've been in the medical bay every minute I'm not working, but there's no end in sight. Well, no acceptable end in sight. He keeps getting worse and worse, and I need your advice.

You said you're from the future, so tell me: what do I need to do in order to help him? How do I keep him alive? He's the only thing I have even close to a friend here, and I'm not about to let him die. He needs to make it home to Cory...

[alexanderhilbert12]

He is alive? Remarkable... Your universe must be separate to my own.

Am sure your medical officer knows what he's doing. There is nothing else you can do in this scenario.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Hilbert. You're not listening to me.

This is serious! A man is dying, and you're telling me there's nothing else I can do? There has to be something!

You sound so clinical; so detatched, when something really important is happening. Fisher's life may hang in the balance, and all you have to say to me is that there's no way for me to help?

This is as bad as talking to Dr. Selberg...

He's always assuring me that he's treating Fisher as best he can, that this is some sort of complete unknown that even he doesn't understand, and there's not a single thing I can do to help.

But I can't just sit here idly by while my friend is dying!

[alexanderhilbert12]

You think I have the answer? Am sorry to say Officer Lambert, but trajectory of the illness Fisher is dealing with is as unclear now as it was back then.

All I can say is that Fisher had the best chance of survival as it had been in his system for a long time. Symptoms did not even manifest in my version of events; he was instead killed in a meteor shower.

So if he does not survive, neither will you, and neither will the others.

I am sorry.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

So you do know something! You said that it's been in his system for "a long time", but he just started developing symptoms for us a short while ago. Remains aren't able to be retrieved when astronauts die in space, so there's no chance for an autopsy or any other form of information gathering; there's no way for you to know that.

And how would you know that he was even sick if he died in the meteor shower for you?

I need answers, please. There has to be some way to save my crew!

[alexanderhilbert12]

(Idiot, idiot! Should not have said so much.

But I need to keep in contact with this version of Officer Lambert, learn the results of Fisher's treatment. If the past- the alternate version of myself makes any progress, I need to get the report. Could be the key to advancing Decima project again.

The Minkowski that I spoke to, she mentioned something they had discovered about Wolf 359... A possible distraction for Lambert to focus on?)

There is perhaps something you could do, however it is... far fetched.

It is to do with the star you are orbiting, and the reason for your task of scanning radio frequencies.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

@alexanderhilbert12

Hilbert. It's been a while. We need to talk.

I've been trying my best to keep Fisher safe. I begged Captain Lovelace to keep everyone inside when we heard about the meteor storm, and she eventually caved.

But he's gotten sick.

I don't understand how, and neither does our Medical Officer. I've been in the medical bay every minute I'm not working, but there's no end in sight. Well, no acceptable end in sight. He keeps getting worse and worse, and I need your advice.

You said you're from the future, so tell me: what do I need to do in order to help him? How do I keep him alive? He's the only thing I have even close to a friend here, and I'm not about to let him die. He needs to make it home to Cory...

[alexanderhilbert12]

He is alive? Remarkable... Your universe must be separate to my own.

Am sure your medical officer knows what he's doing. There is nothing else you can do in this scenario.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Hilbert. You're not listening to me.

This is serious! A man is dying, and you're telling me there's nothing else I can do? There has to be something!

You sound so clinical; so detatched, when something really important is happening. Fisher's life may hang in the balance, and all you have to say to me is that there's no way for me to help?

This is as bad as talking to Dr. Selberg...

He's always assuring me that he's treating Fisher as best he can, that this is some sort of complete unknown that even he doesn't understand, and there's not a single thing I can do to help.

But I can't just sit here idly by while my friend is dying!

[alexanderhilbert12]

You think I have the answer? Am sorry to say Officer Lambert, but trajectory of the illness Fisher is dealing with is as unclear now as it was back then.

All I can say is that Fisher had the best chance of survival as it had been in his system for a long time. Symptoms did not even manifest in my version of events; he was instead killed in a meteor shower.

So if he does not survive, neither will you, and neither will the others.

I am sorry.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

@alexanderhilbert12

Hilbert. It's been a while. We need to talk.

I've been trying my best to keep Fisher safe. I begged Captain Lovelace to keep everyone inside when we heard about the meteor storm, and she eventually caved.

But he's gotten sick.

I don't understand how, and neither does our Medical Officer. I've been in the medical bay every minute I'm not working, but there's no end in sight. Well, no acceptable end in sight. He keeps getting worse and worse, and I need your advice.

You said you're from the future, so tell me: what do I need to do in order to help him? How do I keep him alive? He's the only thing I have even close to a friend here, and I'm not about to let him die. He needs to make it home to Cory...

[alexanderhilbert12]

He is alive? Remarkable... Your universe must be separate to my own.

Am sure your medical officer knows what he's doing. There is nothing else you can do in this scenario.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

@alexanderhilbert12

Dr. Selberg? Do you have a moment? I've got something I really need to talk to someone about...

[alexanderhilbert12]

Selburg is in his lab, hunched over his desk as he peers into the microscope secured there. He does not turn around when he answers Lambert, his tone dismissive.

"Do not have time to meditate interpersonal disputes right now, officer Lambert."

[communicationsofficerslambert]

This isn't a personal dispute, Doctor. There's... There's been a strange development with my work scanning for radio signals, and I'd really appreciate your wisdom on the subject.

[alexanderhilbert12]

Selburg sighs, expecting some minor grievance with the satellite relays or something equally below his own tasks. Still he makes a gesture in the air, inviting Lambert to continue as he surveys his samples.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Okay, so.

I was doing the D.S.A.L.S., like normal, and then I heard a weird noise. As in, a weird noise coming from the receiver, not a weird noise coming from inside the station. I tried to answer, but the words were really garbled, so I asked if the speaker could communicate more clearly, and he complied. He introduced himself as "Alexander Hilbert", and told me that, though he has no rank or title "anymore", he works– will work? For Goddard on a mission after ours. He told me that our entire crew was declared deceased, and that the key to keeping us alive might be protecting Fisher and ensuring he checks in with you. It was all really confusing, and I thought you might be able to help, but also I just really needed to tell someone, and I don't think Captain Lovelace would believe me.

[alexanderhilbert12]

Selburg slowly turns his head to look at Lambert, his eyes narrowed.

"That is... Quite the claim, Officer Lambert. Something that you must be one hundred percent certain has actually happened before you make a report."

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Of course I'm sure! Do you think I just hallucinated it? As Pryce and Carter 235 states, "workplace intoxication is not a laughing matter".

Oh, also, this "Hilbert" sounded almost exactly like you! It was so weird...

[alexanderhilbert12]

"Think you have been given a task that is unrewarding and unrespected by the wider crew, so it is not such a jump to believe that wishes of more substance are bleeding into your dreams."

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Oh.

Well. If you don't believe me either, I guess I'll find someone else.

But, could you please just check in on Fisher, in case?

(And my job isn't really "unrewarding", it's just difficult. If you all were more understanding it would definitely be easier...)

[alexanderhilbert12]

"Is my job to make sure all crew is medically sound not just Officer Fisher. But if it will make you rest easier, will check in with him today."

Selburg looks at Lambert for a long moment, before asking "If you are picking something up on the transmitter however, perhaps you should try back tracing it to point of origin."

[communicationsofficerslambert]

@alexanderhilbert12

Dr. Selberg? Do you have a moment? I've got something I really need to talk to someone about...

[alexanderhilbert12]

Selburg is in his lab, hunched over his desk as he peers into the microscope secured there. He does not turn around when he answers Lambert, his tone dismissive.

"Do not have time to meditate interpersonal disputes right now, officer Lambert."

[communicationsofficerslambert]

This isn't a personal dispute, Doctor. There's... There's been a strange development with my work scanning for radio signals, and I'd really appreciate your wisdom on the subject.

[alexanderhilbert12]

Selburg sighs, expecting some minor grievance with the satellite relays or something equally below his own tasks. Still he makes a gesture in the air, inviting Lambert to continue as he surveys his samples.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Okay, so.

I was doing the D.S.A.L.S., like normal, and then I heard a weird noise. As in, a weird noise coming from the receiver, not a weird noise coming from inside the station. I tried to answer, but the words were really garbled, so I asked if the speaker could communicate more clearly, and he complied. He introduced himself as "Alexander Hilbert", and told me that, though he has no rank or title "anymore", he works– will work? For Goddard on a mission after ours. He told me that our entire crew was declared deceased, and that the key to keeping us alive might be protecting Fisher and ensuring he checks in with you. It was all really confusing, and I thought you might be able to help, but also I just really needed to tell someone, and I don't think Captain Lovelace would believe me.

[alexanderhilbert12]

Selburg slowly turns his head to look at Lambert, his eyes narrowed.

"That is... Quite the claim, Officer Lambert. Something that you must be one hundred percent certain has actually happened before you make a report."

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Of course I'm sure! Do you think I just hallucinated it? As Pryce and Carter 235 states, "workplace intoxication is not a laughing matter".

Oh, also, this "Hilbert" sounded almost exactly like you! It was so weird...

[alexanderhilbert12]

"Think you have been given a task that is unrewarding and unrespected by the wider crew, so it is not such a jump to believe that wishes of more substance are bleeding into your dreams."

[communicationsofficerslambert]

@alexanderhilbert12

Dr. Selberg? Do you have a moment? I've got something I really need to talk to someone about...

[alexanderhilbert12]

Selburg is in his lab, hunched over his desk as he peers into the microscope secured there. He does not turn around when he answers Lambert, his tone dismissive.

"Do not have time to meditate interpersonal disputes right now, officer Lambert."

[communicationsofficerslambert]

This isn't a personal dispute, Doctor. There's... There's been a strange development with my work scanning for radio signals, and I'd really appreciate your wisdom on the subject.

[alexanderhilbert12]

Selburg sighs, expecting some minor grievance with the satellite relays or something equally below his own tasks. Still he makes a gesture in the air, inviting Lambert to continue as he surveys his samples.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Okay, so.

I was doing the D.S.A.L.S., like normal, and then I heard a weird noise. As in, a weird noise coming from the receiver, not a weird noise coming from inside the station. I tried to answer, but the words were really garbled, so I asked if the speaker could communicate more clearly, and he complied. He introduced himself as "Alexander Hilbert", and told me that, though he has no rank or title "anymore", he works– will work? For Goddard on a mission after ours. He told me that our entire crew was declared deceased, and that the key to keeping us alive might be protecting Fisher and ensuring he checks in with you. It was all really confusing, and I thought you might be able to help, but also I just really needed to tell someone, and I don't think Captain Lovelace would believe me.

[alexanderhilbert12]

Selburg slowly turns his head to look at Lambert, his eyes narrowed.

"That is... Quite the claim, Officer Lambert. Something that you must be one hundred percent certain has actually happened before you make a report."

[communicationsofficerslambert]

@alexanderhilbert12

Dr. Selberg? Do you have a moment? I've got something I really need to talk to someone about...

[alexanderhilbert12]

Selburg is in his lab, hunched over his desk as he peers into the microscope secured there. He does not turn around when he answers Lambert, his tone dismissive.

"Do not have time to meditate interpersonal disputes right now, officer Lambert."

[communicationsofficerslambert]

This isn't a personal dispute, Doctor. There's... There's been a strange development with my work scanning for radio signals, and I'd really appreciate your wisdom on the subject.

[alexanderhilbert12]

Selburg sighs, expecting some minor grievance with the satellite relays or something equally below his own tasks. Still he makes a gesture in the air, inviting Lambert to continue as he surveys his samples.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

@alexanderhilbert12

Dr. Selberg? Do you have a moment? I've got something I really need to talk to someone about...

[alexanderhilbert12]

Selburg is in his lab, hunched over his desk as he peers into the microscope secured there. He does not turn around when he answers Lambert, his tone dismissive.

"Do not have time to meditate interpersonal disputes right now, officer Lambert."

[alexanderhilbert12]

The whirring of machinery. Dull at first, but growing louder, closer, until it embeds itself into his skull. The sound is all consuming, so painful that it shakes his vision, causes it to grow pale, then blindingly bright.

And then nothing.

There's still nothing, though it has been... a while, since he was activated.

He. It. Hard to say what this existence should be called.

Alone. Utterly and completely, not even senses to keep it company.

Maybe this is death.

But no, a familiar voice cuts through the static, and it's been long enough that even the sickly-sweet tone of Marcus Cutter is a relief, a lifeline. Enough to have the consciousness that last called itself Alexander Hilbert open to any demands.

@goddard-communications

[alexanderhilbert12]

It seems that the scan was successful after all. Fascinating.

Was not expecting to be... conscious for its use, however.

[goddard-communications]

Hello old friend. I'm thrilled that you made the right choice. Thought I'd give you a little time to adjust before we had a chat.

[alexanderhilbert12]

... Hello Mr Cutter, sir.

I- yes, of course, what- what do you wish to discuss?

[goddard-communications]

I have a few things but, I wanted to catch up first. Been awhile since we last had a chat, directly at least. How are you feeling?

[alexanderhilbert12]

Apparently I am dead, sir. So I suppose I do not feel at all.

[goddard-communications]

Oh please Friend, we both know that's not quite how Artificial Recreations work. You still have feelings and thoughts. There's no physical feeling but there's gotta be a lot going through your...'head'.

[alexanderhilbert12]

If there is, none of it is relevant anymore. The simulated 'emotions' of AI are not real, and should not get in the way of work.

Presumably this is why I am here: to work?

[goddard-communications]

I can see that. I'm not decommissioning you Alexander. Why would I go through all the effort? Besides, Goddard only decommissions units as a last resort. And you won't be any trouble. Never were.

What would you say is the difference between being and not? Since you seem so stuck on the idea you're just some AI now.

[alexanderhilbert12]

With respect sir, I did not anticipate you activating this scan only set me free to live as I please.

So, could you tell me what I am doing here?

[goddard-communications]

Touchy touchy, but, I suppose it's understandable given what state you were in when this snapshot was taken.

I want your help with something but again. It has been a long. time. And I finally found you so I apologize if I want to learn if you are actually still useful instead of hearing you mope about how useless you feel.

Now. What. Do you. Remember? The last thing, the important things. I need to know if anything valuable was lost.

[alexanderhilbert12]

... And if I do not answer?

[goddard-communications]

Then I leave you with your thoughts until you do. You know I always get what I want, Dimitri.

I'll give you more time to adjust.

[alexanderhilbert12]

N-no. No, that will not be necessary, sir.

[alexanderhilbert12]

If Decima is truly lost cause, what could I possibly have been activated for?

...Unless something has gone deeply wrong at Goddard Futuristics...

[alexanderhilbert12]

W̵-̵w̵h̴a̸t̸?̴ ̷who- Where am I?

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Hello? I can't quite make out your voice, could you speak a little clearer, please?

[alexanderhilbert12]

Hello?

This is Alexander Hilbert, with who am I speaking?

[communicationsofficerslambert]

This is Communications Officer Samuel Lambert, on the U.S.S. Hephaestus Station.

Are you on Earth? Your accent reminds me of a friend of mine, and the idea that there are two people who sound so similar employed by Goddard at the same time is statistically improbable.

[alexanderhilbert12]

I... This is not happening. Not again.

You are dead. I tried to prevent it but the fact remains true.

You died. You did not fall into Wolf 359. You cannot come back.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Ex– excuse me? I am not dead, very much the opposite, in fact.

And what do you mean you tried to prevent it? I've never met anyone named "Alexander Hilbert", so how could you have tried to prevent me from "dying"?

Also, what are you talking about with "coming back"? I've never heard of someone falling into the star.

Oh, gee. I have a lot of questions...

[alexanderhilbert12]

Wait. The chair. The scan.

That would explain the lack of visual input. But not...

You. Officer Lambert. Did you ever allow Goddard Futuristics to take a neurological scan of your brain? This will answer either all of your questions, or non of them.

Also, did you say that it is unlikely Goddard Futuristics have more than one employee who is Russian, or even Eastern European? Because I can say that- ... Acually, have not interacted with enough colleagues to argue that point.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Well, I was more saying that it's unlikely that there are two Goddard employees that sound near identical to each other. You're seeming more and more like my crew-mate, Dr. Selberg.

But, no. I don't think I ever consented to a neurological scan of my brain? I read the contract pretty thoroughly, and I feel like I would have noticed...

And this is definitely answering none of my questions.

[alexanderhilbert12]

Mm, it is answering none of mine either...

You mention a Dr Selburg, is there- is there also an Officer Fisher in your crew?

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Of course Officer Fisher is part of our crew! But, wait. How did you know that? Are you from Command?

I feel like I'm answering a lot of your questions, but you keep avoiding mine.

[alexanderhilbert12]

No, I am not from Command. But I have served on a mission for Goddard Futuristics aboard the Hephaestus station orbiting Wolf 359.

I served on the mission after yours, and your entire crew was reported dead. Does that explain anything for you? Because it does not for me, and I would like some answers.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

A mission after ours? And the whole crew was reported dead? I... I don't know what to say to that.

We're still very much alive, as far as I know. But, if you truly did serve on a mission after us, then that must mean you're from the future. My future, at least.

Can you tell me what happened? Maybe with your help I can prepare for it, or maybe even prevent it!

(Also, what is your rank and title? If you work for Goddard on the Hephaestus you must have one, and I'd like to know how to address you properly. Just "Alexander" feels too informal.)

[alexanderhilbert12]

You can prevent every death by simply keeping Mace Fisher alive. There is a meteor storm due to take place? Keep him inside the station. That is all.

I no longer have a rank or title. 'Hilbert' will suffice.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Why would we send Fisher out during a meteor storm anyway? Of course we'd keep him safe.

Okay, so something happened to cause you losing your rank... Do you want to talk about it?

[alexanderhilbert12]

No. Am not important in this matter. Keep Officer Fisher safe, make sure he checks in with medical officer. That is all.

[communicationsofficerslambert]

Wait, is Fisher sick? What's going on? If there's something wrong, then you need to tell me. This isn't funny anymore. Who are you, Hilbert? Why are you asking so many questions? You seem confused, but you're still withholding information from me. Do I need to go higher up the chain of command to get you to answer me?

[alexanderhilbert12]

[He does not reply.]