Forced you?…Mur— [pauses, horrified and appalled] She…she…she what?
We…but you…but she said - she… [keys clicking] Yeah, she said everyone on board went willingly…
Ryland takes a moment to push away from the lab table, wiping at his face as emotion floods him. It was a lot. The initial realization weeks ago almost killed him. Reliving it again, now that Earth didn't know? After a few deep breaths, Ryland returns to the radio transmitter.
Yeah. I know. When Dubois and Shapiro...passed, we tried to find a replacement. We, being me. I had no idea Stratt had pinned me as the tertiary scientist the whole time.
Of course, I refused. I never wanted to go. I didn't want to die for humanity. Maybe that makes me selfish. So she drugged me, handcuffed me, and tranquilized me with a sedative so I couldn't fight back during launch.
I woke up, no memories of who I was, where I was, what I was doing. And yet I still managed to figure it all out, alone.
So yeah. Fuck Eva Stratt.