Elapsed time: 00:02:13

Re-activation complete. A check of my body reveals various failures. Communication functions have been destroyed. I cannot contact my team or the bunker. I leave a draft of this message here as a log.

Elapsed time: 00:10:13

I verify the plan once more. Using my supposed destruction in this sortie as a guise, I sever all communication. I then pass beneath the abandoned factory and escape. Further analysis reveals that I took anti-air fire while in the flight unit, resulting in damage to my body. No matter—it can be repaired.

Elapsed time: 00:15:21

I'm cold. My sensory systems seem to be failing.

Elapsed time: 00:33:12

Noise has started to cloud my vision. Virus warnings appear frequently. It is unclear whether I am infected or if the system is in error.

Elapsed time: 00:33:21

Repairs are proceeding poorly, perhaps because I am flustered. Pursuers will come if I don't move soon. Was I wrong to attempt escape?

Elapsed time: 00:38:00

This can't continue. I can't stay here. I have to run... YoRHa squadron was wrong... I have to find somewhere safer... I'm scared. I'm so scared.

Elapsed time: 00:45:00

Painful. It hurts. Help. Why stop. Who am I? Wrong wrong wrong. I need to run...

It's just that...she was always such a hard ass, you know? To think she wanted to run away just... Ha ha!
And what a miserable way to die.
Serves her right for the way she used to heap abuse on me...
She always looked down on me because I wasn't a combat model, and now...