You remember this time.

No this isn't real. You knew now. Behind this door, Williams nearly naked and cooking for you, Smith affable and cheerful inviting you in the shower. It was a mixture of your dying brain and damaged implant, giving you what you desired to see in your last moments.

The strange transmission wasn't one, it was a part of your mind getting signals from the outside. You had been rescued, not matter how and now you were stuck in a loop. The thing that reset it was trying to experience things you had no memory of. The implant couldn't simulate them if you had no clue what it would feel and just crashed.

Knowing what happened was half of the solution. You had to find a way out of your mind or they would end your misery.

You thought more slowly and your implant was sluggish, it had to create this world and respond to your orders. Sadly rather than just listen to you, only the simulated version of it did.

You had to find more about this simulation and what would make it crash. There was a way to get something from the outside, maybe something could get out. If you managed to communicate at least you could get some help.