"My name is Charles Leroux, or so that is what I remember it as. You see, once, I was oh so sure of what I did to get sent here. I had murdered a patient of mine in bout of psychosis, I was a fool. I was scared, I wanted to believe that I was sane, that the hallucinations were just stress, that I still keep working. Not the best choice, especially not for a psychiatrist like myself. When I got here, my condition deteriorated, I began losing self-control, ended up in this body thanks to that."
He taps a metallic fist against his mechanical head.
"I was sent down here when we took the planet, and when we repelled the UWM counterattack. Didn't really end up leaving, since we needed propaganda at the time, so I ended up becoming one of the people working on it. See, what happened then was, I began slipping in and out unconsciousness. Didn't notice it at first since I spent most of my time working in a VR, it helped me organize my thoughts. But then well, the lapses increased, I notice large spans of time that I couldn't remember. I've recovered now as you can see, but also my hallucinations seem to have at least died down, so I'm beginning to suspect that they were actually caused by stasis dementia and that I'm not who I thought I was."
"As for my skills, I saw combat during the Inti revolution and the Assault on Hephaestus. Though I don't think that's too relevant for this mission unless something goes horribly wrong. I excel at public speaking if I may say so myself, and have experience in persuasion in propaganda. Again, may not be particularly relevant here aside from experience in working with eccentric individuals such a Brother Lars. Finally, and perhaps most relevantly, I have experience in R&D and major projects such as these. I've designed utilities for the armory, and, prior to his disappearance, I was working with Dr. Sanctor on a project of his."
"For the mission, I see that it is crucial to our survival as a species. Indeed, I had known about the poor state of our universe for a while now, not that much to came to a head from it, bringing it up in our propaganda would have only caused panic. Looking back on it, I thought that this would be our coffin. That short of some miracle, we could only delay it at best, and even that was uncertain. This mission is the miracle I thought we would never have, a means to escape, a means to leave our sins and mistakes behind. I know it is foolish to hope for eternal life, be it for oneself or for one's species, but one can dream, can they not? And assuming this mechanism too does not go haywire in the distant future, it indeed be possible."