Yeah, sorry guys. Okay, you all know the story. I wanted to shake things up and go into space with this. It was ridiculous.
Hello, humans, I am ragen45's borg. Yes, I am alive. Let me tell you what happened:
I felt the presence of my host gone, and awoke (even though I didn't know I had fallen asleep, it was strange) to feel ragen45 die, and I became unfused and weak. I ran from the weapon in desperate hope to escape, knowing I wouldn't make the distance and die both from my host's death and the weapon's affect on the core. Then I was captured by a yellow knife and sat a long while in deep sleep, meditating. I escaped later to here…it's a long story. Ragen45 has somehow talked to me – she is being held captive by an alien clan. In her own words to me:
"I believe there is but one enemy clan that governs all others in aliens. They are led by Rangor of the Xylem clan. I am…not sure where I am. I do not feel alive…Rangor has the ability nothing else could ever come close to. He has me captured…my spirit…my life force…he is coming to Earth. And he has the power to change the universe. Wait, NO! GET AWAY!!! You must…not…fail…DESTROY!!!"
Obviously disturbing news. In another of her speakings she was talking to herself, yet I received it psychically. She had the strange weapon ever since the mission began. And she planned to use it before we ever knew about the core or the 4th graders. She had the future. She knew something we didn't know. And if Rangor succeeds…you know what we're dealing with here. And…oh…I seem to be…fainting…please consider everything carefully…ZZZZZzzzzz...