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7/30/18 released document 10, added document 9 (a recap of the plot) and changed document 7’s name 7/6/18 released documents 7 and 8 7/1/18 website is released and created ________________________________________________ >>>>part A – memorable<<<< >>document 1a “beauty”<< ________________________________________________ "I don't understand what I'm doing wrong. Perhaps it is how I look. Or what I do. But it'll never work at this rate." ________________________________________________ "Look your best. People will judge you if you don't. And won’t be able to succeed in life.” I once heard this from somebody I knew to convince me to wear collared shirts. If I wouldn't, I'd look unprofessional and teachers would think poorly of me. It sounded silly. Why should somebody be judged on their looks? That was my first thought. I had only been around the beauty of the world, as my family was selected for the Gwenevere Project. To live in a perfect world without any flaws with all friendly people who actually cared of the well being of others. It’s funny. Wherever I would look, I would see somebody with enough to eat and in a perfect state of health. No collapsing from a heart attack, no stroke separating them from their beloved, just life. Beautiful flowers blossoming in the gardens that had more color than an array of paintings in a museum, a lake that sparkled so brightly that anybody who looked inside the springs would see their own faces… it was all so familiar and was everyday life. But it wouldn’t last. I had taken everything for granted. Once the government fell in Cizägæ from the war, the funds for Gwenevere would be fixed to working on the economy and military strengths. I was unaware of what had happened, being only 9 years of age at the time. None of the adults would tell me why I was suddenly pulled from my daily lifestyle, but it had happened. I was subjected into a new location, an imperfect home, after living in peace for so long. And my world would shift into a new perspective. So when they told me that looks would matter, I was confused. I thought everybody was beautiful. That is what we were taught. And I believed it, because I trusted everybody. It was a beautiful lie. The trip to Arawēlò was different. I had only heard of planes, but never had I been in one. It has large grey barrels at each side with a glowing flame that lit the cloud, launching it towards an unknown land. It was unlike what I had felt before, but things grew worse once I managed to get closer to my brand new home. I felt awful from the experience and proceeded to vomit a few times, both on the flight and afterwards. Once we landed, things were different. I was sent with seven other kids to make myself at home in an underground bunker. The smell was unknown but it was awful. I could only compare it to that of flatulence from my small experiences with the dirtier parts of life, but this was nothing like it. I heard in movies the term of something smelling like death. I still wonder if this is what it smells like. The other kids were all male, like me. They were the same ages and even the same race so it must have been separation to keep track of who was departing the project. I didn’t bother trying to become friends with anybody, but I greeted them as we had all learned to. Introductions were interrupted the moment men in black suits entered the room. We were rounded up and brought into something akin to an underground mine cart. However, it was much more advanced than the movies I had watched and it was a glowing blue. The ride took us to another district underground, this one being to relating to education. Once we entered it, we were inspected and afterwards given name tags. Our clothes were still what we had worn earlier, but I didn’t think they mattered. That was until I saw what our class would comprise of. The children besides us there were horrifying. I had only seen faces like this in shows or movies. They were not beautiful. They had imperfections everywhere. I had questions rush through my head as I questioned what was happening. Were they born like this? Who let them grow to this state? Why have they become such monsters? And then I realized something that scared me. Is this what people normally look like? Was our perception wrong? Is that why everybody looked deformed? As I panicked, I looked around. There were no girls with their grace they had learned to help with the nightmarish tune of the room, it was an all male class. I tried to breathe but I couldn’t. I learnt later that I passed out. My days following were similar. From what I learnt from adults, the people from Gwenevere were all deceived. We had all grown in a perfect environment and it was affecting our mindsets. After hearing this, I had another panic attack, but I was luckily able to contain it. I tried searching for a way out of the facility until I ran into somebody with a thud. I was blinded temporarily and apologized to him out of habit, but once my vision, I realized it was a she. She was the first girl I had seen since my departure from my original home. She introduced herself to me. Her name was ---- and she had been there for a few years. Apparently, she too had been removed from a different world and sent here, but it was different in her case and was more built on losing family from the war. I told her my situation, and she told me things would be fine. I didn’t trust that. I soon left her where she was and tried to find an escape from the underground but I failed in the end. I went back to my cabin and cried myself to sleep. I don’t know why I felt so helpless and like I was going insane. I had never acted that way before. But it happened. I didn’t know anybody at the facility. At least, not anybody besides ----. I don’t know why, but I remembered her face. She had imperfections but she wasn’t a hideous beast. I thought that I should try and be friends with her the next day since I only knew her. Have some friend that could be there with me. Somebody to talk to. It’s what the adults recommended, at least. I would try and act out my plan. I just never knew that she would affect my life from then on as much as she did. ________________________________________________ SUBJECT 4210 NAME: ==/== MALE 09 YEARS ORIGIN: GWENEVERE PROJECT PHASE 1 NOTES: INTAKE OF HYEDÓPOSPHRIN IS AFFECTING ABILITY TO TREAT PEOPLE EQUALLY. HAS A FALSE SENSE OF BEAUTY WHICH IS TO BE EXPECTED. MONITOR IN CASE OF VIOLENT OUTBREAK. CONTINUE TO PLACE HYEDÓPOSPHRIN INSIDE FOOD FOR GWENEVERE PROJECT PHASE 2. ________________________________________________ >>document 2a “intellect”<< ________________________________________________ “It’s awful. It’s horrible. I don’t deserve this. I hate you. Because I love you.” ________________________________________________ I had been talking in class with somebody regarding an answer to a simple question regarding division. It was fairly easy. Twenty divided by four. The answer, of course, is five. I had solved much more complex problems at my previous school. I admit that I had been one of the lesser students there. We only got to square roots in our class. But it seemed to be that these people here were a hundred times less than me. This boy I was talking to thought the answer was seven. How the hell could he come up with that answer? It hurt my brain. He’s eight or nine years old. He should know this! I could just be egotistic, but nobody here understood even the Pythagorean Theorem. Were these people stupid or perhaps taught differently than me at Gwenevere? Were we placed in Gwenevere to not only be shielded from the disgusting ugliness of the world but also intellect? I’ll decided to just ignore everybody and focus on the subjects in class from then onwards. ---- told me that her class was being given lessons on cloning and fighting. I honestly don’t understand why this would be the case, but it sounds at least more fun than this ridicule of an education. Since our classes were separated by race, age, and gender, I was isolated from her most of the day. We had a break between classes where children could run outside (or inside, considering it’s underground) and enjoy amusement from a playground that was developed for these breaks, and this period of time was once called hundreds of years ago “recess.” In this time, I was able to freely talk to her about classes or just common interests. We also enjoyed the swinging in the playground together too, although she was a little more into games than intellectual opinions. I personally just liked being with her. Over time, her face seemed to have less imperfections than I originally remembered. Maybe it’s just my memory which is bad. We were in the cafeteria getting some snacks from our designated kitchens to have for lunch when I noticed something bizarre happening behind a window. It appeared to be that somebody was adding to some of the food a small capsule and the amount varied. Some of the ones he put the capsule in were one per three servings, while others were multiple capsules each. I told ---- about my discovery and while she was confused about this unusual occurrence, she didn’t seem very worried. I decided to hide near the window at a point where I couldn’t be seen yet still peer into the business of this mysterious person. He was a man in black similar to the ones which brought me here, so he was an official at this institute. But what was very weird was that these capsules seemed to be a drug or pill. I monitored where the food laced with the mystery substance went, and noticed that they were boxes with labels for people at the facility. Dorothy, Alistar, Harold, ----… ----? Her box included a large mass of these pills inside her diet. I watched as they inserted more of these drugs into her everyday meal. I noticed that when they were careful placed inside a sandwich the pill was quickly absorbed by the breading. The only thing that was not filled to the brim with this substance was the her corn, toast, and pizza. Those had nothing additional, but everything else did. Eventually, I watched my box collect the capsules and be stowed away for tomorrow’s meal. I carefully monitored mine to make sure I knew what was edible and what was not. I would refrain from consuming anything with the pills. I had never taken them before on Gwenevere. I quickly got to ---- to tell her about what had happened and she had a confused look on her face. I don’t think she believed me. I brought her to the window so she could watch the drugs be packed into the meals and she looked scandalized upon seeing it. She looked as if somebody betrayed her. It was really hard to witness. She usually was so upbeat and happy. She walked slowly back to the table and threw her remaining meal into the trash can. It hurt to watch. We sat at the table in silence until lunch was over. I had been stressing over this issue for a few hours when some classmate started to question my origins. He had been curious since unlike most other students, I had common sense. I explained Gwenevere and he looked at me like I won the lottery. He was jealous of me. That made me laugh. Why would somebody be jealous of somebody who lived and believed a lie their entire life? That made me question if I would have preferred a life like his, ignorant of how the world worked. I realized that this would be an opportunity to increase my reputation, and I decided to lie to him about how life really was. He’s too stupid to think I’d deceive him. Everybody is, except for perhaps ----. I made it seem much more classy and important than it actually was. I told him it had beautiful flowers that had a greater array of colors than… wait a second. That sounds familiar. That doesn’t feel like a lie. Wait, let me think of something else. There was a lake that… no, that was real. Why can’t I remember this? Maybe I’m just tired. I should sleep before I continue. Wait I can’t b r e a h e H l p ________________________________________________ SUBJECT 4210 NAME: ==/== MALE 09 YEARS ORIGIN: GWENEVERE PROJECT PHASE 1 NOTES: LEVELS OF HYEDÓPOSPHRIN SEEM TO HAVE DECREASED. THE REASONING IS UNKNOWN. SUBJECT HAS SUFFERED FROM MEMORY LOSS ON GWENEVERE. SUBJECT HAS RECENTLY BEFRIENDED SUBJECT 6983 “----.” WATCH WITH CAUTION FOR INFLUENCE OVER 6983 SO THAT SUBJECT 4210 DOESN’T CONFLICT WITH THE CLASS A UNITS. ________________________________________________ >>document 3a “discussion”<< ________________________________________________ “I hate him because he’s so awful and obnoxious. He just gets in the way. He’s egotistical and a self-absorbed idiot. He’s horrible and stupid. He’s ugly. He’s terrible. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him I hate him I hate Him IHateHim IhateHimI ha TeHimIHATEH IMIHATEHIMI HATEHIMWHYDIDYOUDO THISWHYDIDYOUDOTHISWHYDIDYOUDOTHI SWHYD IDYOUDOTHISWHYWHYWHYW HY NO NO PLEASE I HATE HIM” ________________________________________________ SUBJECT 4210 NAME: ==/== MALE 09 YEARS ORIGIN: GWENEVERE PROJECT PHASE 1 NOTES: HYEDÓPOSPHRIN AFFECTED SUBJECT 4210’S ABILITY TO REMEMBER GWENEVERE. DECREASE IN HYEDÓPOSPHRIN SEEMS TO BE TAKING A NEGATIVE TOLL ON 4210 DUE TO HANDLE ABSENSE OF MEMORIES. INCREASE DOSAGE AS A PRECAUTION. ________________________________________________ SUBJECT 6983 NAME: ---- FEMALE 11 YEARS ORIGIN: CLASS A UNITS NOTES: HYEDÓPOSPHRIN LEVELS HAVE DECREASED. MAY BE RELATED TO SUBJECT 4210 AS BOTH ARE FRIENDS AND BOTH HAVE LOWER LEVELS. INCREASE DOSAGE AND REPORT TO LAYER 5 ON THE ISSUE. WAIT FOR LAYER 5’S RESPONSE BEFORE DOING ANYTHING ABOUT 6983 AND 4210’S RELATIONSHIP. ________________________________________________ <1938> Layer 5 Representative 1938 speaking. <1763> Layer 5 Representative 1763 speaking. <1211> Layer 5 Representative 1211 speaking. <8298> Bunker 032 Health and Relationships Representative 8298 speaking. <1938> Acknowledged. What seems to be the issue you wanted to speak about, 8298? <8298> I have three cases to report. The first one is regarding Subject 5235. He seems to be abnormally lustful and has been recently flirting with the Class A Units. I fear that this may be an issue as it could potentially end in a relationship being built where 5235 is in love or a Class A Unit is infatuated, and I also fear that there could be a pregnancy at any given time which would cause conflict with Class A Unit goals. The second issue relates to the third. Subject 4210 and Subject 6983 both have noticeable decreases in levels of Drug H39 or “Hyedóposphrin,” which can be a potential threat to Gwenevere Phase 2. 4210 has already had some effects of memory loss, and upon becoming aware of it, he collapsed and was unconscious for two days. 6983 doesn’t seem as affected but it could be problematic since she is a Class A Unit. We have decided to start increasing the dosage in case there is a resistance in the body to these two, or if they eat less food than others. The third issue is that 6983 and 4210 are growing closer in relationship. This could also be impacting the Drug H39 levels. As stated before with Subject 5235, a relationship could be very dangerous. Requesting acknowledgement. <1211> Acknowledged. <1938> Acknowledged. <1763> Acknowledged but I have some questions. Why is the second issue important enough to state when the health department at your bunker has already dealt with the issue numerous times before? <8298> Since we know that the two have had a close friendship, this could be affecting their levels over something like our usual cases. If one of them discovered Drug H39 and shared the news of it with another, the two may abstain from consumption which results in lower levels. Subjects usually never have friendships as Drug H39 decreases their social abilities, so this is likely due to 4210 being new to the drug. Also, anomalies happen, such as 5235. The main issue here is that both trust each other enough for the two issues to be potentially connected. Requesting acknowledgement. <1763> …acknowledged. If there are any questions about the issues, speak now before we discuss solutions. … Alright. We will now discuss solutions to the problems at hand. We will notify you upon our decision. <8298> Thank you for your time. ________________________________________________ SUBJECT 5235 NAME: |-=-| MALE 11 YEARS ORIGIN: SILVER LINING SOCIETY NOTES: HYEDÓPOSPHRIN HAS BEEN SEVERED FROM USAGE. RELOCATING SUBJECT TO BUNKER 032. BUNKER ADMINISTRATORS ARE TO TRY USING SUBJECT TO MAKE SUBJECT 6983 AND 4210 HAVE A WORSE RELATIONSHIP. DEPLOYMENT IN TWO DAYS. ________________________________________________ >>document 4a “treason”<< ________________________________________________ “Why… why did you… Oh my god… No… No! No, get away! Stop! Stop this! Help! Somebody! Help me! Hel-“ ________________________________________________ journal entry 1 Hello, book. I’m a person who has lived in a weird facility and I’m bored so I’ll be writing in this for fun. I don’t want to waste room on an introduction and if this is found by a stranger then I don’t want it traced to me so I won’t leave my name. I’ve been in the medical ward for a while. I don’t remember how long ago it was, but what I do know was that I had not been getting enough of some vitamin. I had supposedly collapsed in a classroom at the time. But I don’t remember what happened that much. I should just get rest. I can drift off to sleep if needed. The doctors tell me to rest to heal, so… that’s a thing. journal entry 2 I had a strange dream. It was about my best friend. We were both in a room but looked different and older. There was a red stain which was likely blood. There was also a weird shadow. That’s all I remember sadly, but it was creepy. I don’t know what to think of it. It could be like those movies where it’s important. If it is, then I don’t get why I have predictions. I’ll try and remember more later, because the dream had more stuff happening but I can’t remember anything. journal entry 3 I finally was finally released to my usual quarters. I could see my best friend again. She apparently met some new kid who recently moved here. I don’t know much about him besides him being new. She probably knows more. I don’t really feel like meeting new people right now, so I’m avoiding her when she’s with him. I think it would be nice to have a new friend but I’d rather stick to my current friend for now. journal entry 4 I feel weird. I haven’t gotten much sleep lately and my head hurts. I don’t know why. And my best friend has been acting a little differently. She questioned why I was eating all of the food on my plate during lunch the other day, and I stared at her like she was crazy. It’s food. Why waste it? It’s simple. She also has asked me some questions recently about myself which is really strange. It’s probably just a thing she’s going through. I don’t know. I should try and sleep right now… I don’t think I’ll write in this book for a while. It’s a bit tedious. It helped while I was bored but there’s no use. Maybe I’ll come back later, but not right now. ________________________________________________ “Oh my god, are you okay?” “Uhg… r…. ruuu…. Nnnn…” “What? Speak norma…l... oh my god, oh my god!” =]=4929492994=[= “Ag... That was close... They almost got me… If I just make it a little farther, then I can find her…” “You there! Stop where you are! Drop your weapons!” “Wha… okay, okay! I’m dropping them! Please! I need to hurry and get home before-“ “Shut up! We’ll do the talking. Abigail Owens, you’re under arrest for treason.” “Wait, no! You don’t understand! It wasn’t me, it was my husband! And he’s going to get to our home and kill our ch-“ “No excuses. We’re bringing you into custody. You’ve tampered with the government’s plan too much.” “Please, if I don’t then-“ “Shut up. Shut up! You’re coming with us!” “No! Stop! I need to stop my husband!” “SHUT UP!” =]=203920208482=[= “Sir, did you just… oh my god… you shot her! You killed her!” “She was a traitor. We just needed to bring her back. They prefer alive but they’re plenty fine with dead. We can say she tried to assault us and we had to defend ourselves. They’d understand since she did cause that crime. Bastard should have seen what was coming to her.” “What about her husband? We should take him in for questioning since she was so insistent.” “Fuck that, too much paperwork. She’s all we came for. Let’s just make sure she’s completely dead. Four shots should be fine.” =]=203920208482=[= =]=203920208482=[= =]=203920208482=[= =]=203920208482=[= “Let’s get going.” ________________________________________________ SUBJECT 4210 NAME: ==/== MALE 10 YEARS ORIGIN: GWENEVERE PROJECT PHASE 1 NOTES: AS EXPECTED, HYEDÓPOSPHRIN INCREASE IS CAUSING FURTHER DECREASES IN MEMORY. ADJUST AMOUNT SO THAT MEMORIES MORE RECENT ARE SUSTAINED. NOTE THAT 4210 HAS RECENTLY TURNED 10 YEARS OLD. PLACEMENT IN A DIFFERENT CLASS MAY BE FEASIBLE. HOWEVER, DESPITE 5235’S APPEARANCE, 4210 IS STILL VERY CLOSE TO 6983. THIS IS FINE BECAUSE 6983 WILL BE LEAVING FOR THE OPERATIVE IN A WEEK. THE CONNECTION SHOULD BE BROKEN BECAUSE OF THIS. IF IT IS NOT, 5235 SHOULD SEVERE THE CONNECTION IN A FEW YEARS IF NEEDED. AS USUAL, MONITOR FOR GROWTH IN PROJECT. ________________________________________________ >>document 5a “amazement”<< ________________________________________________ “Who are you? What did you do to him? Wha.. what? No… you? Of all people, it’s you? But…” ________________________________________________ It’s my birthday. It will really be amazing. I’m never usually excited for these things, but I feel like things will go well. I vaguely remember past birthdays never being celebrated although I don’t remember why. It could be equality. I heard about that in some conversations some people in black suits had. But I was primarily excited today because not only would it be my first birthday celebration, but ---- would be joining with a surprise. I’m very curious as to what it is. Ah, things are without worries. Today will be amazing. I think I already said that before. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. It’s all fun! I saw ---- before classes today because I woke up earlier than usual. We talked about how amazing the day would be. It’ll be amazing. I can’t wait. ---- asked me if I’m okay. Things are fine! I’m just so excited. It’s going to be so fun. I just need to wait through my classes. But I already know everything, so maybe I’ll just draw some pictures. A picture of a goat, maybe! Or the bunker? I don’t know. Something. I’ll draw and draw until the day is over and I can celebrate. Pictures of people, pictures of snow, pictures of the world… I scribbled more and more. More and more images of nice beautiful scenery. A happy, happy, happy world. Yes… a happy world. I’ll make everybody equal. I’ll make everybody happy and kind. I’ll make things great! I’ll give peace. My world will be like none other. Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine. Completely fine. I’m excited. Today will be amazing. ________________________________________________ It’s his birthday. It’s a few more classes and then I’ll see him. The “amazing” day. I’m happy for him. Being on an island where birthdays aren’t celebrated doesn’t sound fun. I get it’s for equality but it’s dumb. It’s a birthday. He should be able to have a nice, stress-free day and be happy. He shouls be able to enjoy himself. That explains it. That’s why… no. I’m denying it. I have to be. I’m really ignoring the issue at hand... He’s been acting so strange. Why is he like this recently? Ever since he collapsed in class, he’s changed. He bounces off the walls and gets in trouble with the teacher. But… I don’t… I don’t understand. He’s ==/==. He was the top of his class. I don’t get it. What’s caused him to be like this? Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m wrong and am being weird about this. But he’s my best friend. And it’s his birthday… maybe this gift should wait. Maybe I should just talk to him about this. He even eats his meals… oh crap. That’s it. Whatever is in it, it’s going in him! I need to tell him! He may be acting weird because of this! ==/==, I’m coming to help you. I need to hurry. I’ll leave the gift behind to give him in his right state of mind. I just need to know he’s okay. We can celebrate afterwards. He’s just too important to me. He’s my best friend. ==/==… what are they doing to you? ________________________________________________ It’s awful. How could she say that? I feel so betrayed. I’m different? I changed? What the hell does that mean? She’s the one who’s changed. She’s insane. It’s my birthday. Things are supposed to be happy. I’m supposed to be happy. It’s supposed to be amazing. What the hell is wrong with her? I’m the bad one? I’m the crazy guy? No! I’m normal! I remember where I lived! I lived at… I… I’m fine! I’m completely fine! My life is perfect. Things are okay. It’s okay. It’s okay. No. No! It’s all fine. She’s crazy. I don’t understand. I don’t want to understand. I don’t want her to go. ________________________________________________ We got into a fight. I’m so… I feel awful. He told me he hated me. He said I’m insane. Am I really crazy? Maybe I was wrong. I should apologize… But… I can’t. I told him I needed to go to something called the “Operative” for a while because that’s what my classes all want me to go to. But when I told him, he just screamed at me. He begged me not to leave but I have to. He did that right after calling me such cruel names… such awful things… I feel like I’m going to be sick. I should just… I should just pack up. The Operative is so soon… it’s agony. Today wasn’t amazing. Today was awful. I don’t want to leave him but I have to. I’m sorry, ==/==. ________________________________________________ SUBJECT 4210 NAME: ==/== MALE 10 YEARS ORIGIN: GWENEVERE PROJECT PHASE 1 NOTES: HYEDÓPOSPHRIN IS CAUSING MENTAL DETERIORATION. SUBJECT WILL BE ON ABSTINENCE FROM THE DRUG FOR NOW. TIES WITH 6983 SEEM TO BE COLLAPSING FROM THIS. IF SUBJECT COLLAPSES FROM WITHDRAWAL, INSERT FORMULA ZEPHERELI INTO SUBJECT. ________________________________________________ Standing in the snow, a grown woman looks to a facility nearby. Worried about the consequences of a mad dash, she stays still and thinks about her options. She could rush herself into the building and hope she isn’t immediately killed or arrested and possibly die but have a chance of saving her family, or leave her children to be murdered. Her sweet children… when was the last time she heard their voices? She clenched her fists before starting to run. ________________________________________________ >>intermission 1<< ________________________________________________ “Polly Parrots Technology… it’s a good place to start working, Monty.” “I know, but… I have a family. My wife is pregnant with our second child. And you know Polly Parrot’s past and reputation.” “You need this, Monty. You need a new job since you lost your last one once the company went bankrupt. And it even fits you, too. It’s technology. You live for that kind of stuff.” “But… of all companies, why Polly? I don’t want something so risky.” “Money. They have such high payments. They’re notorious for it. You need money and a job to support your family. So just go and accept the job.” “I… I’ll consider it. I just don’t want to be another Abigail or Charlie.” “I’m glad you could come around. This will be great for you and your family. Oh! I wanted to ask, have you got a nice name for your child yet?” “We don’t know if it’s a male or female, but we’re thinking of something. Maybe Stefan or Cameron if it’s a boy, or perhaps Lilliane or Elizabeth if it’s a girl. Who knows. All I know is that regardless of the name or gender, Alice will be happy to have a sibling.” “I suppose… well, think about it. It’s a good job.” “I’ll look into it. They already did cut ties with the Gwenevere Project and made amends years ago, so… I’ll see. Have a nice weekend.” “You too.” ________________________________________________ I hope they’ll be okay. It hurt to leave them, but I’ll be back in a week. Rosa was sleeping, so she didn’t watch me go. Anna did, though, so that was really painful… but it’ll be okay. It’s just for a week. And Michael can watch over them. He’s a good father. He’s even given me the opportunity to do this last job for the company. I’ll be back. It’s only a week… It must be really important if they’re calling me, of all people. I mean, I’m a mother now. I retired years ago. But if they need the older crew for this job, people who have done this for years, then there must be something really bad happening. Maybe I’ll see Fred and his twin Lisa again. I last saw them… four years ago? Time really flies. I wonder how many people they had to contact for this. I’ve turned down offers like this numerous times and they stopped a while ago, but if they’re randomly doing it again all of a sudden… It should be fine, though. It’s just one week. I should bring a jacket, though. I remember seeing snow all the time back there. ________________________________________________ End of Intermission 1 and Part A. Initiate Part B. ________________________________________________ >>>>part B – operative<<< >>document 6 “flight”<< ________________________________________________ “You are mine. I own you. You’re my property and don’t you ever forget that.” ________________________________________________ Military Trade Log 49221 Partner: Poll Parrot Technology Subject: Codename “Mechanical” Budget: 100,000,000,000 USD Quantity: 3 Description: A machine shaped similarly to an hour glass. Has nanotechnology throughout so that if a part is damage, it can still function. Sole purpose is to be able to weaken the Maniac’s forces. Has an ability to implode areas for a stronger offense. Core is extremely durable until machinery is activated. Includes Function 44F. Main function is an immense nuclear bomb that would destroy an entire continent. Project must be kept secret from the Allegiance of National Forces (aka ANP) so that the project is not shut down. ________________________________________________ I wish I didn’t have to go. Ever since ==/== and I had the fight over his behavior, I’ve felt guilty. I keep telling myself the “Operative” is for the best and will help me, but it hasn’t helped at all yet. We’ve just been training and I miss my friend. Hopefully this mission ends soon so I can talk with him. Maybe things will be better once that happens. But for now, I have to train. We had to take all of our belongs with us to a plane so that we could fly to a different location for this project. I saw that unlike my previous classes, our group was a mix of males and females. We didn’t have just one specific gender grouping. I’m assuming that it’s because we all have different training and classes. That was when I heard a familiar voice. When I turned around, I saw |-=-|. Apparently, he was also being sent for the Operative. What was good news that he said, however, was that he would be partnered with me for the project. That would mean that while I may not be able to talk to or see ==\\==, I at least will be with somebody I know. He's not ==\\==, but… he's better than nothing. We talked during the most the first half of the flight, and I was able to pick up more pieces of information I didn’t previously have. Our training would be done to help us be able to fight eventually in the war and it would also prepare us in case of an attack by enemy forces. This whole “Operative” is dedicated to do some advanced preparations, and then we’ll return to the original base. My training is more focused on combat while |-=-|’s training is more focused on using artillery and large weapons. I wonder what ==\\==’s classes are teaching him... The second half was different. We were told to get some rest, and I tried to sleep, but I was having trouble. I’m glad I was still awake, because some of the flight crew started talking to each other. There were three of them. One wore black clothing like some others I’ve seen, another had a pilot uniform, and the third had a suit on that had some symbol. I’m not sure if the symbol matches up with what I saw, but I think it had the number 1 on it. But the three were discussing something strange. The one in black was explaining that “they” successfully brought onboard the two that “he” needed and then one in the suit questioned if anybody suspected anything or had troubles. The one in the uniform told him that everything was fine and to be quiet, because the “subjects are sleeping.” ________________________________________________ Some things are meant to be lost forever. Some secrets should never be revealed. Some people were the reason for it’s creation. Some deaths could have prevented everything. But some murders destroyed any chances of prevention. ________________________________________________ Abigail, where are you…. Abbbiiiiigggaaiiilllll……… Abbbbbyyyy…. I neeeeeed youuuuuuuu….. Cooomeeee baaaack tooooooo meeeeee…… Weeee’reeeeeee dyiiiiing to seeeeee youuuuuu….. ________________________________________________ It’s only a week. ________________________________________________ >>document 7 “months”<< ________________________________________________ “We’ll need a way to ensure that this is all forgotten. Something that will fix everything he tore down. It doesn’t matter the price, we need to fix all of these issues.” ________________________________________________ Codename “Mechanical” and Codename “Glorious” Development Logs >Day 24< ~Maria arrives ~Prepare for development of “Mechanical” ~67 workers on project >Day 25< ~Abigail arrives ~Began development of “Mechanical” ~Prepared usage of “Glorious” ~Fred arrives ~69 workers on project >Day 26< ~Used “Glorious” on REDACTED, REDACTED, and REDACTED ~Continued development ~Plan for REDACTED’s role accepted ~70 subjects for project >Day 27< ~Sent Lisa to administer “Glorious” to REDACTED ~Abigail seems to not be suspicious ~Continued development ~70 subjects for project >Day 28< ~Core and programming of “Mechanical” is almost complete ~Continued development ~70 subjects for project >Day 29< ~Shauna returns, took REDACTED back to laboratory unconscious ~Abigail seems to not be suspicious ~Continued development ~70 subjects for project >Day 30< ~Abigail was spotted snooping around the “Glorious” testing chambers, may encounter REDACTED ~Prepare for emergency use of REDACTED, REDACTED, and REDACTED ~First core complete, two left ~Continued development ~70 subjects for project >Day 31< ~REDACTED ~REDACTED ~REDACTED ~REDACTED ~REDACTED >Day 32< ~Laboratory under government control ~Planning new project to make amends ~Official medical classification of “Glorious” ~Will be used in military bases ~”Mechanical” will be developed under government supervision ________________________________________________ --Month 3 of the Operative-- Each day, we’ve been working on our training. I noticed that it’s primarily been combat and history of wars. I know we’re being trained in case of needing to fight considering how much losses have happened by the Maniac, but I can’t help but think about what they’re expecting us to be able to do. We’re expected to learn Taekwondo in the span of a year and be at least a red belt… but back when I lived with my siblings, I never had to do any of that. Who were my siblings? What were their names? I don’t remember much about them anymore. All I remember is that once my mom died, me and my siblings were split up. I don’t remember my parents or siblings any more… it must be the drug they put in our food. What’s lucky about the Operative is that we also have access to food made available to the black suits, so it’s more likely to be safe compared to the food we used to consume. I should get some rest for tomorrow… --Month 5-- Today was awful. One of the Maniac’s spies had infiltrated the Operative base, and he had a gun. He made it to the room I was in and he tried to shoot us. He injured some of the other girls and one is I critical condition. Thanks to our training, me and some others defended ourselves and fought in defense. I broke one of his legs and kicked him in the face. He went unconscious and there was blood everywhere. The black suits arrived two minutes after and took him away. It was horrifying… And yet… I don’t feel that badly about it. |-=-| tried to comfort me, but I didn’t really need him to. I’m glad I have |-=-| as a friend and appreciate his gesture but I feel so weird. We never received news about what happened to the spy afterwards. He could be dead. I could have killed him when I whacked his skull with my foot. He could have bled to death. But I’ll never know. And I don’t feel scared anymore. Why do I feel this way? --Month 9-- I miss him, ==/==. He was my best friend. I wonder what has happened to him since I left. He’s probably been suffering more to that drugs effect, but I won’t know for a while. The Operative is supposed to still last for a long time… it’s weird. I wonder… would I still be friends with him if I was to see him right this moment? He changed so rapidly since I met him, it would make sense to be more different in almost a year of being absent from his life… who knows. I still have |-=-|. ________________________________________________ Military Trade Log 49349 Partner: Poll Parrot Technology Subject: Codename “Gwenevere” Budget: 2,000,000,000 USD Quantity: 1 Description: Classified information. Please consult with a tag starting in the number 1. ________________________________________________ >>document 8 “glorious”<< ________________________________________________ “He said he’d be over here…” ________________________________________________ People can change. They may not mean to, but they can. This was a problem ---- would have to deal with. The independent can grow to be dependent. It can be on a person. But it can be on an object. She should never had talked to him. But she'll have to face consequences. ________________________________________________ Codename “Mechanical” and Codename “Glorious” Development Logs >Day 1< ~Successfully closed project deal ~Started development of “Glorious” ~143 workers currently on project ~Lisa arrives >Day 2< ~Continued development ~Planned test subject list ~143 workers on project >Day 3< ~Continued development ~143 workers on project >Day 4< ~Sent requests for John, Shauna, Kiersten, and Catheryn to help development ~Continued development ~143 workers on project >Day 5< ~REDACTED ~Continued development ~142 workers on project >Day 6< ~Failure in motors of a conveyer belt, delayed development ~John arrives ~Shauna arrives ~Continued development ~144 workers on project >Day 7< ~Interference discovered, caused by REDACTED ~REDACTED ~Catheryn esponds, denies request ~Continued development ~143 workers on project >Day 8< ~Kiersten arrives ~Continued development ~144 workers on project >Day 9< ~Rumors of project arise in public about missing people ~REDACTED ~Continued development ~134 workers on project >Day 10< ~Prototype created ~Testing began on animals ~134 workers on project >Day 11< ~Testing continued ~4/10 subjects affected (boars) ~Needs to be more efficient ~Continued development ~Request sent for Fred, Abigail, and Maria ~134 workers on project >Day 12< ~Testing continued ~Newer prototype ~8/10 subjects affected (boars) ~Development paused ~Prepared for human testing ~134 workers on project ________________________________________________ --Year 2 of the Operative-- We finally finished the World War 4 unit. That took forever… all the studying paid off, though. I’m at the top of my class! I’ve got great friends, I’m healthy, and considering how I’m getting even higher quality food since I’ve been rising about my peers, I’m probably not going to be like Juliana. Poor girl, from her eating habits she probably overdosed. But things are going well. |-=-| was so kind the other day. He’s been such a great friend these past months. I wonder if it’s really friendship he wants, though… --Year 3-- |-=-| gave me flowers the other day. I don’t know how he was even able to get a hold of these. We don’t even get to go above ground that often. I hope he didn’t steal it from the black suits since they’re the only people I can think of who may have some. But he’s so kind… it’s such a nice gesture… I wonder what ==/== is doing right now… --Year 4-- I’m finally going home. It’s been four years but it’s over. Apparently the Maniac was killed recently and the war is over. I’m 16 and have trained my entire life for fighting against his forces and yet it’s already over… maybe we’ll be able to go and live like normal. Perhaps like how I used to live, before I came to be here. Maybe my dad is alive somewhere and I’d meet him. Perhaps even my siblings… whatever the case, I’ll finally be returning soon. There’s not much time left! Maybe I’ll see that one old friend… ==/==… He might have forgotten me by now, though. Who knows. I’d like to see him at tell him about the operative, see if he’s okay since what happened before… hopefully things will go well. He should be 14 now… time really flies. ________________________________________________ I didn’t want you to go… I didn’t do anything wrong… Stay with me… Be with me… I'll be beautiful for you… You can't abandon me… Stay with me… ----… I want you to be with me forever... ________________________________________________ Classified – Polly Parrot Technology Logs Subject: Codename “Glorious” Description: A dangerous and experimental drug. By consuming, memory may be lost. Targets memories that the consumer seems troubled by or their origins. Dissolves in liquids. Extremely small size. Can also be known as a Loyalty drug, involving people having control over consumers. Can be used for government use, mainly soldiers. Has been noticed to be less effective on females. Do NOT give large doses. Do NOT give any doses to people with unstable emotions or people undergoing violent lifestyle shifts, such as people who have recently had a loss in their family, heartbreak, or somebody who recently moved countries. Do NOT give any doses to anybody under 25 years of age or over 55 years of age for risk of health issues. Medical classification: Drug H39. ________________________________________________ >>document 8 “glorious”<< ________________________________________________ “Wake up.” ________________________________________________ <1938> Layer 5 Representative 1938 speaking. <1763> Layer 5 Representative 1763 speaking. <1211> Layer 5 Representative 1211 speaking. <8298> Bunker 032 Health and Relationships Representative 8298 speaking. <1938> Acknowledged. Let’s proceed with the case. What happened to the subjects 4210, 6983, 5235 since our last meeting and what makes it so urgent? <8298> I regret to inform you that things are going poorly. It's not going well. I’ll start by summarizing what has happened since their arrival. A couple of years ago, 5235 arrived at Bunker 049 while 6983 and 4210 arrived at Bunker 032… I'm sure you remember who 6983’s parents were. 4210, or ==/==, came from Project Gwenevere's first phase, a place of perfection, so he had difficulty adjusting to his new home. He ran into 6983 later that day, or ----, and the two became friends. The two had separate classes since ---- is a “Class A Unit.” ==/== discovered a memory drug that we have placed inside the food of most at the Bunker, being Drug H39 or Hyedóposphrin. The two decided to try and avoid consuming food with the drug. However, since ---- is female, she has a higher tolerance for Hyedóposphrin unlike ==/==. ==/==’s lack of the drug caused him to collapse during class due to becoming more reliant on the drug. He was out for days. We then had our past meeting where we discussed the growing friendship and lack of Hyedóposphrin in ==/==. Since the friendship could easily grow into an obsession or romance due to Hyedóposphrin’s effects, a solution was devised where we would push 5235, |-=-|, to be friends with ---- since his friendship may split ---- and ==/== apart. More Hyedóposphrin was also issued to the two since they were avoiding consuming the drug. ==/== continued to have a bigger intake in Hyedóposphrin while ---- avoided it. He slowly grew more clouded by the drug and lost more memory. It was to the point where he had a conflict with ---- over him being different. It was on his birthday too, so it made him more angry and upset. ---- then had to depart for a trip to the Operative since all Class A units needed to be sent for more focused and intense training. While ---- proceeded with the Operative, she had a more intimate relationship with |-=-| who was sent to be trained too in the Operative. However, we were successfully able to sever the two similar to before. The bad part is that ==/== became obsessed with ---- as time continued and while she was gone. To increase the problems, ==/== appears to have a much worse tolerance due to having a perfect life for so long. We decreased his levels but he still was given C since it is required for all troops of this war to have. Now, the really awful part that is the whole reason this meeting is taking place… well… it’s about what happened between ==/==, ----, and |-=-| when the Operative ended after four years of being active. If you have questions, please go ahead because this next explanation will be hard to take in. ________________________________________________ Confidential: The Death of Abigail and Start of Project Gwenevere Description: Drug H39 was created at Polly Parrot Technology. It was then tested on human subjects in secrecy. There were several deaths which were kept hidden. A second project was started to build machines to combat the Maniac in war. Abigail, a worker at the project, violated her contract while working on the machines. She also assaulted and harmed other workers and ran towards her home carrying a stolen classified document. The reason is unknown as of now and is currently being investigated. She was killed soon after she was stopped by guards. This case is linked to her husband and the death of some of her children. After this escape, a project was put into place being “Project Gwenevere.” Details are currently unknown as to the specification of what will be done, but they will be discussed four days from now on what it will contain. ________________________________________________ She’ll be back here with meee… back from the Operativeeee… soon… I can do what I must… ________________________________________________ >>document 10 “spiral”<< ________________________________________________ People act the way they do because of what has happened to them. They can be who they are because they are influenced somehow, or perhaps their past. Maybe they learnt something they weren't supposed to. Perhaps somebody did something to them they can never forget. But regardless of why they do it, they won't always stop and think of why they do it. And that's the problem he has. ________________________________________________ I don't understand what I'm doing wrong. Perhaps it is how I look. Or what I do. But it'll never work at this rate. I wish she’d come back. It’s been a month since she left for the Operative. She must come back. I want her. I miss her. I need her. Her. Her. Her. Her. Her. Her. Her. What am I thinking? I must be wrong. This isn’t right. But I want it to be. I need it to be. She’s the only perfect thing left for me. She's perfect. She's mine. She's… no… I can't… Maybe she was right… my head hurts. ________________________________________________ A gray room remains dimly lit with windows being the only source of lighting. Outside remains a snowstorm, one of which is common in the area. The only color derives from a bundle of roses, soaking in the water of a vase. Two men in black suits remain in chairs, facing each other as they discuss an important issue. Nobody there is happy to meet with the other, as their conversation controls the lives of hundreds. The first one, a man wearing a hat with a grey watch on his wrist, speaks. “You’re really sure you want to proceed with this new project? Its cost, its management… it’ll be a huge thing to manage.” The second one, a man who’s shirt is stained with sweat from stress of recent events holds a walking cane and points out the window. “Do you see what’s out there?” He takes a long pause. He’s not the man he used to be. “Outside this room is snow. White, cold, snow. It’s a blank slate. We can walk on it and imprint a shape, or even manipulate what is among the frost, but snow will continue falling and cover up what we did. It’ll take time but it will happen.” The man with the cane turns back around to face the other. He removes from his pocket a pill. The pill glistens in the light. It’s labeled “H39” on the side of it. “What we did was everything we had to. This company can only survive if it has income, and if we have to make experimental drugs and test it on people, so be it. The government frowns on it, but they need us to be able to produce their weapon. The Mechanical. So they’ll forgive us for our mishap with Abigail. She’s dead, two of her three kids suffered too, and her husband is locked in quarantine, but we did what we had to. The only way the government can even be delivered this drug is if know it’s safe enough for soldiers to consume and they’re desperate. The Maniac took over Eizenbürg a week ago. It’s not long before we’re next.” The man with the cane slams the pill on a table, and crushes it into pieces. All that remains are crumbles. “Now… other countries have been interested in our work. But they remain upset about Abigail’s incident. So this is what we must do. I told you a while back something. Do you remember what I said?” Breaking his long silence, the man in the hat speaks. “You told me what we will need. That we’ll need a way to ensure that this is all forgotten. Something that will fix everything he tore down. It doesn’t matter the price, we need to fix all of these issues. You told me that these were key to rebuilding. Now… this project… before you say anything more, I need to warn you that this can end up like what happened with H39. It’s a large request, to fund a place where everything is perfect, even if it’s only for a few years for the second phase... Project Gwenevere... I understand why Cizägæ wants the project and how we could get repeated business, but… are you sure? Personally, I think it’ll never work… This is the final confirmation. You’ll just need to sign one last paper which I can print in the other room.” The man with the cane’s expression didn’t change. He had made his decision prior to the meeting. He’ll do whatever it takes to fix his company. He just chose the wrong choice. ________________________________________________ It’s awful. It’s horrible. I don’t deserve this. I hate you. Because I love you. I’m not stupid. I know you’ve been talking to him. That other “friend.” You must be close. You must not know me. You must have forgotten me. I hate him for that. I hate him because he’s so awful and obnoxious. He just gets in the way. He’s egotistical and a self-absorbed idiot. He’s horrible and stupid. He’s ugly. He’s terrible. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I Hate Him I hate Him I HATE HIM I HATE HIM IHATE HIM I HATEHIM IHATEHIMIHATEHIM HIM I HATE HIM Hate hate him I hate him. I’ll give him what he deserves. You are mine. I own you. You’re my property and don’t you ever forget that. You belong to me. You belong with me. We belong together. Forever and ever. And that’s why I’m doing what I’m doing. ________________________________________________ The Operative ended, and with it’s finish, Project Gwenevere would see it’s fatal flaw. It only was a matter of time. The familiar young girl walked out of the plane she had just flown in from. It had been years since she last was inside the underground world she once called home. For the longest time she had been isolated from the bunker and she had finally returned. There were men in black suits lined up to ensure that the people departing the aircraft were safe. Unfortunately, this would lead to a lack of security elsewhere, and in turn contribute to what was yet to come. The girl was escorted to her older room. The room was narrow and had two bunk beds. There was a desk in the back of the room, but since the lighting was poor the desk was neglected and had dust on the surface. The room had been used temporarily by other people who would come to the bunker so some things were moved around, but there weren’t any structural changes. It still was the place the girl lived in once before. There was something new, however. The girl noticed a small sheet of paper on the bed she used to sleep in, however. She picked it up and read to herself. “Hi ----… it’s been a while… It’s me, ==/==. Come to D938, I want to meet with you!” The girl was surprised to see ==/== had left a note. How he was able to find her room and leave a paper on her bed; not accidentally on any of the other three; and right on the day of her arrival was beyond her. She excited and happy he remembered her, and sadly her happiness clouded her judgement of a note for her that was written by a friend she last saw four years ago who had a collapsing psyche. Things went on a downhill spiral from there. She arrived inside to the room her old friend had told her to go to. She was eagerly rushing to get there, but when she arrived, nobody was in sight. The room she found was an old storage room that was not used very often, nor cleaned. The room was comparable to a janitorial closet, if the closet had been three times wider. She knew it was a suspicious location. But she was too happy knowing he would be there soon. Happiness. She waited for ten minutes and nobody arrived. She left the door open in case he had left temporarily. “He said he’d be over here…” Those were her last words in a “happy” state. A few moments later, it happened. The moment that somebody had been preparing for. It was all too fast. The moment she looked away from the door, a metal bucket flew from outside and hit her in the head. The girl stumbled backwards towards the wall, struggling to get up. She hadn’t gone unconscious, but she was bleeding. The bucket had a dent in it before it hit the floor. Her nose was broken and a red flow trickled out. A sense of dread crept up her as she thought about her friend. He was missing. He could have met a similar fate. He didn’t have the same training as her, so he could have been kil… no. She refused to accept that. She would find out. She needed to know. She grabbed the nearest tool for a weapon, being a mop, and quickly charged at the unknown figure. All her training had prepared her for an event like this. She screamed as she swept the shadow’s legs with the wood, and the mystery man collapsed. She hit the figure in the chest while he was done and was ready to kill whoever it was. But she needed to find out where her precious pal was. “Who are you? What did you do to him? Just as she said that, she realized what she was looking at. The face she had been so intent on harming and beating into a pulp was the same one she had been wanting to protect. The face was different but familiar, with lines and wrinkles now corrupting and twisting the face she once knew. He was still so young but he looked so awful. Hair was missing and patches were on his skin. But it didn’t change who it was. “Wha.. what? No… you? Of all people, it’s you?” She started walking backwards. She had realized why she had been here in the first place. It had to be planned. But it couldn’t be him. No. It couldn’t be. There has to be somebody else. He must have been set up. There is no way. There is no way. “But… Why… why did you… Oh my god…” She had knocked the boy down when she injured his legs but she was not successful in breaking his bones. The boy started to stand up and take something out of his pocket. It was too dark to see in the room they were in, but it glistened in the little light that was there. “No… No! No, get away!” She screamed, but she didn’t fight. She couldn’t handle it. She could injure and beat a grown adult to death but she couldn’t hurt her friend. Her best friend. Somebody she had thought about while she was away, despite being gone for years. Somebody who she cherished while she was with in the time they had been friends. She had been so excited to relive a memory that she couldn’t handle the malicious intent and truth of the meeting. He had been there to kill her or worse, and it was intended from the start. “We have other names… we have other lives… we’ll make a new one… you’ll be mine forever…” She knew she should fight. She could easily stop him. But she couldn’t. “Stop! Stop this! Help! Somebody!” He got closer. It was visible now. He had a stolen kitchen knife and it was hovering above her. She wanted to stop him. But she couldn’t. She felt something that just chained her down. She only realized it in her last few moments. She felt guilt. “Help me! Hel-“ It was a clean cut. She didn’t have a painful end. He did what he had planned. He didn’t have any more goals. He couldn’t hear anything anymore. Outside, people ran down a hall towards the room. He just stood there. He looked at her face. The horror and betrayal was still there. Tears and blood covered her body and face. She was gone. And he wanted to feel joy and happiness of finally “winning” and finishing his task. But he couldn’t. He just stood there. Happiness. Something cold crept upon his back. He closed his eyes. He remembered a time when things were nice. A waterfall… some flowers… and a figure waiting for him. The figure called his name, and she ran out of sight. Everything he saw around him was beautiful. It slowly became dark and things started disappearing. Eventually all he saw was the figure standing in the darkness. And soon, she was gone too. Happiness. ________________________________________________ <1983> Call him. He needs to know what has happened. It’s not over yet. Send Charlie to Rivenburg Hospital for the procedure. We need to act quickly. This is not good. This is not good. ________________________________________________ It’ll never work out how you expect. ________________________________________________ |