You see an item nearby. Whatever this item is, you don't really recognize it. Still, you feel as though it's important. You pick it up, and memories flood into your mind.

But they aren't yours.

Like an itch that you can’t scratch, and you feel utterly helpless against it.

ERROR: INSUFFICIENT MEMORY.

It appears again, and you dismiss it again. Over and over: it pops up, and it pop ups, and it just won’t leave. How could they not notice? Don’t they understand? You can’t do this by yourself! It should have been done days ago, this routine maintenance–it is crucial, it is critical– why isn’t there anyone listening?!

… Alone. You’re completely, utterly, wholly… Alone.

The memory comes to an abrupt end there.