We were a team of programmer
s working on psyche to machine interfaces
for a top secret government contractor
.I was their best
. I was working late into the night at my console
when I felt something invade the interface
. I felt it take my mind between its cold hand
s and twist
me until I was a mangled pulp
They found me the next morning, bleeding where I had broken my nose from banging my head against the plexiglass screen. I was mumbling incoherently, trying the same command over and over.
They carried me to sick bay.
I slowly got better.
I tried again, meeting the machine. But the pathways in my brain had become twisted, darkened, ruined. I could not meet it, there, on the empty plain. Again, I became incoherent and confused. They were there this time, watching over me, and cut the connection before I could hurt myself.
I woke up in my bed, knowing I had failed. Knowing I was ruined. I could never touch the machine again.