Part 3. (Fear 5)

{O.B.} The eyes, (the sky) were once afraid to look me in the optics, up above... The sky, (those eyes) Number tens of thousands, they rain down tears, they are not alone... They're feeling grateful for this feeling, their pleas are getting somber. Bio-nightmares begin to dissolve, But a lone shard yet remains... {Narrator} "another crew member's mind, curled into a fetal position, shaking with a millennia of accumulated terror. More memory fragments flow into O.B. Images of the approaching cosmic wall, of impossible decisions made in impossible circumstances, of people choosing to dive into digital consciousness rather than face annihilation." {O.B.} They weren't evil. They were just... scared! As I step away from Fear's dissolving tower, carrying new understanding in my core, the third tower pulses in the distance with a different energy entirely. "Not paranoia. Not dread. Wrath. Pure, boiling, apocalyptic rage." {O.B.} They weren't evil!