I am going to put the gun down now.

Then he reached out his hand. His fingers had begun to fuse. Not into claws. Into something worse: tools . Precision grippers. Data ports. The Hive isn't replacing us. It's upgrading us.

I have my sidearm. I have enough charge for one shot.

The first game was a lie. A comfortable, heroic lie. Invasive Species taught you that you could burn the nests, pump toxins into the burrows, and the planet would heal. Cleanse the rot. Save the day. That was Version 1.0.

Private Mina Yu touched the wall. That was her mistake.

"

We should have killed her. But the Hive knew we wouldn't. It knows us better than we know ourselves. It learned from the first game: humans don't abandon their own.