SPOILER: Head explosion simulator. (Story explanation at the end)

(Muffled alert alarms, creaking & thuds)

(Device clicking) Shhh. I’m trying to think. Come on…. There’s got to be a way…

Please… I really hope the signal’s just jammed, but… Fuck!… The entire bridge just went offline… Oh god… It’s like it’s just… Gone… It’s only a matter of time now…

Fuck…

How did this happen..? I thought our defenses were stable… I…

… At this point, I think the best we can hope for is a kinder death than… Than…. I’m so sorry–

(Sniffles) .. Sorry…

… If we can stay hidden, maybe we can just… Go to sleep… No suffering.. Just… (SHIP CREAKING)

Shhhh…. Cover your mouth…

(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS COME AND GO)

Shh… Don’t. Move. A muscle…. God… I can’t even tell if that’s close by, or…

You heard that too, right…? Ok, good…

I’m glad there’s at least the two of us… To help keep each other from going crazy… Heh..

Once the hallucinations begin, it’s already too late… You don’t last much longer from there… It all happened so fast…

I saw what happened in the Intake Deck. They all thought they were somewhere completely different, and then… All of those bodies, just…

Hey. Could you pinch me, please? … Ah… It is real.

At least you’re real too. Could we please, um.. Hold each other?

Shhh… Move quietly…

Thank you.

Ahh, you’re warm. Definitely alive. And you smell nice.

(KISS) … What~? Was that okay..?

Well, you know… What better way to keep ourselves occupied and distracted while we wait for the end..? We might as well spend our final moments making the best of our situation. What else are you gonna do? Run? Would you rather face those things than… (KISS) Kiss me?

(Kissing)

It’s like a last-meal, right? (Kissing) — Oh my god, your leg… Has it been pinned under the debris this whole time…? How can you not feel that…? Well, I guess it’s… Good… The numbing effect from the adrenaline is kind of in our favor right now… Just… Try not to move… We could get caved-in on… Or… Found…

Shhh… (Kisses) Just hold still… (Kisses) Shhh… Try not to squirm too much… (Kisses)

Focus on the pleasure… We’re fine… We’re going to be fine…

(Sex noises)

(RAPID THUMPING APPROACHING)

— Shh, stop, stop, stop–

Shhhh…

Fuck… Do you think it can.. Smell us..?

(THUMPING STOPS)

Okay…

Try not to move… (Kissing)

(Quiet Sex noises)

(Kisses intensify, moans slightly louder)

(QUIET CREAKING)

(Kisses continue, unphased)

(RAMPING CREAKING)

(“RUN”)(Kisses) Huh? No I don’t hear anything. (Kisses)

(LOUD THUMPING)

(Kisses intensify, moans getting louder)

(“Squish, squish.. Funny brain…”)

Do you need me to slow down?

What’s–

Oh Fuck… I’m stuck– No, I can’t m– I think.. This beam is leaning on my back now, somehow… Ahhhh… (pained)

Shit, sorry, am I putting a lot of weight on you?

Your head? … No, I’m not– Nothing is–

(THUMPING STOPS)

Hey, are you okay? (“First, they touch your mind, and–“) (“Help!”) There was just an explosion in the Bridge– The ship’s hull is completely compromised (“Just one little tickle”)

Did you hear me? Something crashed into the ship (“Everyone is dead”) (“Innumerable casualties– on impact–“) (“Unidentifiable life signs–“)

I don’t know how– still alive, but we need t– (“Shhhh, save your breath.. Oxygen, low…”)(“Lay their eggs inside of the cranium–“)

Do you wanna kiss me~? (“They all killed each other”)(“What does this do~?”)(DOOR KNOCK TO THE RIGHT)

Just a little longer… Please don’t break like the others… (“I did eat some of them though… I needed the energy to have all that fun we just had~!”)

Oh, this one is already dead. (“Humans are so strange”)

Come on, they found us– (“Funny electric gray slime feels funny”)

Is it that headache again..? I’m sorry, but if you want to survive you– (“SHHH! I said don’t move.“)(“It’s a boy!”)(“It’s a girl!”)(“It’s hatching.”)(“It was easy.”)

Did your firearm melt too? How the hell is that even possible! (It’s over.)

(POP)

EXPLANATION:

The voice you are hearing belongs to a woman who is already dead. As your final moments pass, memories of her existence flush through your mind. Her words are your memories, your own thoughts and feelings, and her sensual touch is how your brain interprets the presence of an impossible organism. It desperately wants to survive, too. As it implants its eggs into your warm, electric gray-matter, your mind can only decipher this as the next closest thing you can comprehend as a human – intercourse. As the eggs quickly grow and expand inside of your skull, the pressure and tearing in your brain unleashes a sloppy mess of stimuli – memories, startling sounds, hopes & dreams… Scraps of your subconscious mind that are aware of your situation, urging you to Run. All screaming at you at once, one last time.

It’s simply a matter of surviving. You can’t comprehend this alien, nor can it comprehend you. It’s nothing personal, it merely discovered a suitable host for reproduction. Every living being reproduces in some way.

Or maybe, this alien is using your own mind against you to use you as an egg-sack with full intention. Perhaps it deliberately chose to take on the form of this dead human to make its way onto the ship. Or maybe it was more recent… Upon witnessing your body’s physiological reaction to this one’s sound & appearance. Perhaps it chose you to be its host. Perhaps you just got unlucky to perfectly meet its requirements. Or maybe, it already tried with the rest of the crew, and you’re just the only one who hasn’t broken yet. You are its final hope for survival. So this time, it’s trying to be extra gentle, so as to not break you. Seducing you and tampering with your perception to see the face & hear the voice of the woman who you would gladly let inside. Tricking you. Impregnating you. Incubating you.

Or maybe this woman is not dead… No one on the ship is dead. And it can stay that way as long as you cooperate and sacrifice your singular life for the rest of the entire ship. But instead of giving your that option, whether out of mercy & removal of burden, or distrust/fear of your unpredictability, the alien tampered with your perception to make it appear and feel like a hopeless situation in which you have no choice to refuse. Maybe the constant reminders to be quiet and hold still are to keep it safe from your comrades. Or maybe just to hold you in place while it does what it has to do.

Or maybe, this alien has no idea how terrifying this situation is for you. Maybe it isn’t aware of the situation at all. Perhaps it exists on another plane of existence, accidentally phased inside of your ship, and destroyed it without realizing it. It can vaguely detect you, and vice versa, and you are just so fascinating! Playing with your squishy, funny, tingly gray-matter is nothing more than innocent entertainment for a curious creature. It wonders why its toys stopped moving. Why the electricity fizzled out. It thinks, “maybe they’ll return to that state later,” and moved on to the next one. It has no concept of death or fear, or love and sex. It just wants to see what happens when it squeezes different parts of your brain. Unfortunately for you, your hallucinations are very entertaining for this passive observer. It doesn’t mean you any harm… It doesn’t even know what that is.

Or maybe it is personal. With how efficiently the ship was reduced to carnage and scraps, this could indicate a coordinated attack. Maybe these alien creatures are hostile, after all. You and your crew made the mistake of invading protected territory and faced indiscriminate retaliation. Or maybe you humans did something to invite their wrath… Maybe you deserved it, maybe you didn’t… Maybe it was a tragic mistake that will spark an intergalactic war! You will never know.

The truth lies somewhere in one of these scenarios. Maybe a mixture of a few. Maybe none of these are even remotely true. That is the flaw of our human understanding. It is already a known fact here on Earth, that memories and anecdotal reports are unreliable. On top of that, all species possess different strengths and abilities, which impact their capability to process different types of stimuli. Stress and trauma further feed the disparity. This discrepancy would surely only grow even wider in an unnatural situation with impossible stimuli for the human mind to comprehend. Our stories are inconsistent to begin with – We quite literally cannot fathom with our limited senses what would occur in an event like this. Perhaps even when it’s happening right in front (or inside) of us.