Dead Space 3 (№ 281565)

They did this to us slowly, John. Know how it feels to see your body cut into pieces? They, as pathologists, opened me, still alive, from head to toes, releasing from my spirit with each breath. Cut for cut, flap for flap.
What the hell is going on here?! Isaac, now!
- You have no one and nothing left, John. No wife, no son, no soul, no will to live. We are waiting for you, John. I am saving you here a soft place. Come and join us. Be with us.