Wherever you go, there's only icy wasteland. Recently, one of the Elsters broke through here and strangled Ariana, after which she herself died of her wounds. Now I'm alone. Alone inside this damn ship... And what made me not die on the 3000th cycle! I could now calmly remain in oblivion and there would be no "ARAR-512"... And really, I wonder how everything would have turned out... But to hell with it. I'm already considered dead and soon I'll leave, somewhere, Upper Bar... Places rich in alcohol and I'll have a drink with Gerhard... Such is justice...