2 DAYS UNTIL DIVERGENCE I'm out of time. All I've got to hold on to is the hope that I've moved enough of my tech into the vaults, and that the visions of the future I've seen are accurate. That somehow, divorced from time and space, my words find you. Please tell Ana I'm sorry, and that I never wanted her to be dragged into this. You were smart enough to break my code, so I'll put my trust in you to use what I've created to make things right. One day this will all make sense, I promise. This item may be safely discarded.