I've always held over the years I'm not a good person. It's how I sleep at night (sort of, sleeping is weird I believe I've mentioned I never get a full night of sleep, haven't for centuries, I believe this lends itself to my cranky demeanor). So killing a bunch of slaves that only lived a life of misery was the least of my crimes. I figured it was better than setting them free to die in whatever biological garbage existed outside of the camp. I also stupidly thought my suit was way better suited for surviving an explosion, an implosion, and then general geological instability I caused. I mean I didn't even leave the camp when I blew it up. So of course I almost died immediately in the explosion. What good is blowing something up if you can't watch it burn? I ask you this as I was almost impaled and then buried beneath tons of rock.
I guess I trusted my ships robots to have built a strong suit that could survive what I did to it (and they did!), but I could already hear that voice in my head "Don't trust others to save you." Stupid voice all telling me what I already know. Anyway the suit's communication system was damaged, which sucked, but I had planned for this eventuality (you know yourself, and you know yourself enough to know that you'll eventually screw yourself) so my boys would be coming in a day without contact. Of course that meant I had to live through that day, and with the damage to the suit possibly contaminating it and killing me, on top of any pirates still remaining out there it wasn't exactly a safe bet.
On top of that I still had to find my stupid sword, the entire reason I was down there in the muck to begin with. So I had a day to do so before my AI would take me back on the ship and probably lock me up a bit for my own "good". I tell you I was feeling the pressure, though that could have just been from the suit damage.
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