Regret. I regret taking that job. Well paid, yes... go tell my teammates. I didn't put three years on cryosleep at stake for this. That station was easy prey, we were the hunters, stealthy bastards for an easy win. But we were wrong, so wrong. We were food. Our minds, our matter. Fuel, molecular structures ready to be exposed, abused and consumed. Rebuilt from the ground up, our experiences mere data to be extracted. Please, everyone, stay away from this hell of a st-