Purge

Shutting down.
External systems now on automatic. System checks now active.
Blackouts may occur. This will probably hurt.
But you're used to that, right?
Shadows. Motion. Boulders bursting like cysts.
Four-armed monster pounds on the shields. A burning hand melts through and grabs it by the neck. It turns to ash and blows away.
Pus-filled flowers ripped out by squirming roots. Cooling foam fills the cracks.
Dark flecks and chunks float on the ankle-deep water. It's becoming toxic. All of it.
Burn it to the ground.
Twitch. Twitch.
Hammer splits one open. It unfolds, meat-red.
Not enough fire. It hurts, it hurts.
Analysis complete. This will take some time.
Just cover up the small ones up top. We don't have the time.
Rebooting complete. Well... complete enough.
Wake up.

Still sick. Horrible feeling. Sometimes detachment from reality is a good thing.