"They appeared, but they didn't belong to anyone..." He echoed thoughtfully as he tucked the vial of thirium away, brow furrowing slightly, eyes moving like he was seeing something that wasn't there, "Have other things appeared that haven't belonged to anyone? The weapons?"

But why? What parameters had been met to elicit a response like that from the station?

It didn't make any sense, just like the strange hallucinations, or the wire, didn't make any sense. It all seemed so random, but Connor couldn't accept that.