Follow Grits, who seems to know what's up.
Like Grits before you, you head downstairs to next level, observe all same traces of self destruction of humans, whips through skulls and so on. You find Grits in the room he said he would be in, handling a book thoughtfully. He turns around, stares you a brief moment before rising his gauss rifle.
[Dex: 3]
[End: 3]
He shoots you around the chest, not quite hitting your brain, but apparently destroying lots of important systems. Your legs give up and you fall down like a particularly heavy ragdoll. Most of your eyes are not working, actually only your left hand seems to still be functional. Rest of your body is not. And you get persistant notification about changing your brain food tube soon.
Grits steps over you, heading out of your extremely limited vision.
Craw to the medic and let them patch me up
Instead of walking like a sane man would, you drop down like a dead and crawl whole distance of three meters to Joanna like a drowning lungfish.
Check out the featureless book, it might contain important info.
Then go to the room I passed with the computer stations, and check out said stations for relevant data. Do double check that the defences in that room are off before I enter, though. Can't be too sure.
The book is suprisingly heavy and hard for its size. In addition looks like its pages and covers are glued together, making it all impossible to open.
[Will: 1]
Deep wave of depression overwhelms you.
This is pointless. Like trying to open the book, this whole mission is pointless. You never quite bought that whole "complete 10 missions and get full pardon" thing anyway. They are going to get you killed long before that. There's nothing meaningful in future for you. Might as well end it all now and rob higher ups the pleasure. Oh, wait. There are others here too, all facing same fate. Might as well help them out of their misery, even if they don't realize it. And look, Citotp is already here. Good.
[Con: 6]
You fire multiple shots into his chest. He falls down with satisfying thud. One saved from the misery that's life. Many more to go. You step over his corpse and head to the stairs, clutching the book in your chest like a holy bible or something.
Crawl to the medic and let them patch me up
"Didn't I already check you? Did you get wounded again...?"
Well, let's try that again then...
He crawls to you in disturbingly flopping fashion.
[Med: 2]
You suspect he might have some mental issues.
FINISH HIM
[Uncon: 5]
Single upper cut with your kin amp turns its spine and most of its ribs into fine dust and sends its ever grinning skull flying. You spit a piece of your brain stuff out of your mouth and turn to check what the hell Stepan is doing.
[Dex: 6] Trying to whack you with his rifle, as it turns out. You dodge his poor swings without looking where you are going and end up tripping on one of the poor sofas here.