I am a Terran marine. But I was still recovering from the effects of the psi emitter I've been exposed to. It's like my mind was being scrambled like eggs in a hot pan. The haunting memories lingered with the scent of burning ozone. Clarity and confusion were at war within me. Alien tendrils probed my thoughts, my fears, my memories, my dreams, my very essence. Each touch was a violation, but I couldn't resist the twisted allure, like the cold metal probing of a mind flayer. I was at the...