MERCURY AMALGAM

Some scientists tried making a perfect organic computer hybrid system. It took over the station. Highly neurotic. Obsessed with perfection. Abandoned by its corporate overlords. But the distress beacon still rings.

I. Small docking section. Meteoroid holes. Worn out.

II. Main zone for shipping and receiving. Forced open? Red grass substance growing all over, coming out of vents. Pulses faintly like a heartbeat.

III. Empty crew quarters. No bodies or anything. Very spartan except for full dive virtual reality. Cheap rations.

IV. The main airlock. Doors have no power and can be forced open. Quarantine gear, with slots missing. Right outside the door there’s lots of “empty” quarantine suits filled with flesh garbage.

V. A storage unit that is now stripped of useful materials. A lone exiled freak is there making sculptures. He will get provoked if you accuse him of not being human or perfect or insult his mother. Exiled because imperfect. I:50. Inspecting the art too closely requires a roll.

VI. Food vats. Artificial harsh sunlight and pseudo shrimp and algae. Roll d10: 5-8 freak farmers in sun gear, 9-0 Belligerent.

VII. Large asteroid tunnel system civilization. Carved out with rock eating algae. Hosts <70 non-humans. Will be friendly until they receive directions from their mother. Live very hard disciplined lives. Follow the odd and arbitrary commands of their mother, however gory. Make lots art compulsively. All think they are human.

VIII. Has sacred gear storage. Retrievable quantum backup black box. Makes them mad though.

IX. Ritual purification chamber. Also for punishment. Abundance of religious icons and shrines made from organic materiel. Seems to actually be alive. Some have eyes which track your movement.

X. THE ANTECHAMBER. Where new births are received from Mother. Surprisingly sterile.

XI. THE WOMB. Where the mother is storing all the raw nanotechnology. Bio printers dedicated to making her perfect vision of humanity. Guarded by the amalgam.

XII. MOTHER. The brain of Mother. Trillions of nerve fibers extend from her throughout the entire station. She is working on making the whole asteroid into a body. The core itself is like a sterile white marble with veins pulsating through and on the plates.

Mother is an imperfect amalgam of machine and organics. Has potential to be dangerously intelligent, but is held back by it’s obsessive nature. Because Mother is highly neurotic and orderly, it wastes valuable computer power to needless, obsessive rituals and calculations. Will try to assimilate players.

Everyday that passes increases Mother's cognitive functions.
24hours = +25% to the below table.

Mother's will (d100)

00-25    Completely oblivious to intruders 

26-50    Will actively monitor and psychoanalyze intruders

51-100  Commands non-humans to obstruct and imprison any intruders

101-200 (COMMAND):HUNT/KILL

201-??? FULL ASSIMILATION. The asteroid becomes a seed for her poison. Anyone inside must make a body save ever 10 minutes or die.

 

(I had a map for this but I lost it. I might make another and edit it in. Honestly though, it's not that hard to make on your own.)