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"Please state your name and ID for the record." "Dr. Maria Catarina Gonzales, S-7531." "Thank you, Doctor. You know why we're here, don't you? Please tell us about your previous project supervisor." "Ruslan was…" "Ruslan?" "I'm sorry, Dr. Lavochkin was extremely enthusiastic about our research when I arrived in the facility. That enthusiasm had a way of dragging people with him, you know? We wanted to see our subjects as he did, full of wonder and untapped potential." "Did he ever tell you what it was that you were working on?" "Not really, no. We were to "characterize the effects of need-to-knowium on a wide range of living subjects" was his little joke, back when he made jokes." "When did that change?" "He became a lot more distant when we began testing PE050 and PE150, the intravenous formulation. He sent us back to the pods way before he left the lab, and he started muttering about "preparing the world" for something under his breath. That coincided with him requisitioning more… exotic test subjects." "How did he rationalize those?" "He could be very convincing, and we were happy to see that spark again. You want to hear about the centipedes, right? L.coeculus are parthenogenetic and completely lack social behavior, making them a reasonable long-term subjects for PE050's "societal predisposition" effects, as we liked to call it." "Do you still consider that decision "reasonable"?" "Not in the light of what happened, I suppose. But your people kicking in the observation room's door and starting shooting wasn't the most reasonable course of action either, if we're being honest." "We're not here to review the actions of Security on that day. Did he ever mention anywhere he could be hiding?" "We weren't close, so no he didn't share the location of his secret treehouse. With those things in tow he shouldn't be too hard to find though -- just follow the song of the centipedes." "Thank you for the advice, Doctor. I am to inform you that you are restricted to your residential pod until the review of your involvement in the incident is concluded. You are expected to finish any remaining reports in the meantime, but your workstation will be isolated from the facility network otherwise."
"Please state your name for the record." "Fuck off." "You are in possession of a fake driver's license issued to one Jonathan Smith, which is the alias you applied for employment with in our facility. We will find out your real name in time, but I'll refer to you as Mr. Smith for this interview. Is that acceptable, Mr. Smith?" "Fuck off. I want to talk to my lawyer." "You don't have a lawyer." "I know my rights, shithead. You won't get a word out of me before I talk to my lawyer." "You seem to be confused about your situation, Mr. Smith. As far as the world is concerned you stopped existing the moment you entered this facility, and as far as we are concerned you stopped having rights as soon as you tried to access areas above your provisional clearance. Let me present your options going forward: You continue withholding information from us and you will suffer a meticulously-documented accident leaving no doubt to your demise even though no body will ever be found. Or you cooperate fully and without hesitation, in which case you will get to see the sky again and act like nothing has happened. Am I understood?" "…yes." "Please state your name for the record." "M-my name is Thomas Wright. I'm a, uh, a freelance journalist." "What were you trying to accomplish in this facility, Mr. Wright?" "There was th-this guy offering good money for some pictures from the inside of this place." "I don't suppose this man told you his name?" "No, no… He just handed me the application forms and the license, paid quarter up front, and said to bring the pictures to the same spot in a week's time." "What did he say to expect here?" "This place is… look, you can't expect people not to talk about it, right? You can't just put up a warehouse of a shipping company nobody's heard of practically overnight and act like it was always here. He said you guys were a, uh, top secret prison for political prisoners." "That explains your attempts to clumsily pick the first closed door you came across. How did your employer contact you?" "A friend of a friend gave him my number, at least according to him. If you haven't noticed in here times are tough, so I couldn't really afford to be picky about work even before he started throwing cash around." "Very well. While we verify that account my colleagues here will take you through a tour of our facility: You will take photographs with your "hidden" camera when and where they instruct you to. You will submit these pictures for review and remain in our custody until we can be certain of your compliance. You will be released and at the appointed time you will hand over the pictures to your employer. You will not mention this conversation to them, or to anybody outside of this room. You will enjoy your well-earned payment, far away from this facility. Am I understood?" "Yes, sir, I can do that." "Excellent, Mr. Wright. I look forward to never seeing you again."
<color_green>BACKTRACE OF INCIDENT X12/ES081, CIVILIAN VIDEO FOOTAGE EXTRACTED, ENHANCED AND VISUALLY TRANSCRIBED BY MELCHIOR TARGET SEATED ON THE TERRACE OF JONES WHARF SEAFOOD, BATH, ME</color> S-1010:"Why would you think meeting aboveground is a good idea?"" M-3825:"Come on, seeing the sky is nice. I also can't shake the feeling that they are running the water recirculation system already, so I wanted to drink coffee that I'm pretty sure isn't made of my own piss." S-1010:"You said you wanted to discuss something important?" M-3825:"What are your guys working on?" S-1010:"You can't be this stupid, Adrian. I'm leaving." M-3285:"Dad, I know you consider my profession a "bunch of feelgood bullshit", but the impact the work has on your people makes me worry about… well, everything. The dreams, the new phobias, the occasional honest sentence they blurt out by mistake, it's all decidedly apocalyptic." S-1010:"You always had an overactive imagination. I thought bringing you onboard would help keep you out of trouble, but I was obviously mistaken. If you'll excuse me, I need to go organize the expedited reassignment of an unreliable Psych consultant." M-3285:"Charming as always, but I already requested the termination of my employment from Admin. I'll have my hands full soon, and I don't feel like being stuck in that hole with a baby when whatever makes your people dream of eating their mother alive happens." S-1010:"…what?" M-3285:"You heard me just fine, Dad. I'm leaving our employer to be a better father than the one I grew up with, but I need to know if I should make any preparations for the future. So I ask again, for the last time: should I be worried about the world?" S-1010:"No, Adrian, you should be worried about providing for your family. Leave worrying about the world to the people who can actually do something about it."
<color_green>STANDARD IN-FACILITY AUDIO RECORDING, CUSTODIAN STORAGE SPACE ROOM ID X61/-4/037</color>" "What the fu…" "Shut up for a second<color_green>[EXTRAPLANAR INTERFERENCE DETECTED. CALIBRATION PLANE 091RQ CI 0.98 TIME SPENT 15784 MS ACCEPTABLE]</color>alk for a bit." "Jesus, Anna, is tha<color_green>[INTERFERENCE SOURCE SHIFTING ALONG EPSILON. CALIBRATION PLANE 091BR CI 0.65 TIME ELAPSED 8144 MS ACCEPTABLE]</color>a night's sleep?" "I can sleep after I figure out what we got ourselves into." "What we go… Is this about Marie? Look, she always was too sensitive for her own good and the work got to her. We don't exactly deal with sanity-friendly things, it was bound to send one of us breaking down sooner or later." "The work didn't get to her. Security did." "Anna, she hun<color_green>[INTERFERENCE SOURCE SHIFTING ALONG THETA. CALIBRATION PLANE 177GG CI 0.81 TIME ELAPSED 2157 MS. DERANDOMIZATION ACHIEVED VIA TRANSPLANAR REGRESSION ANALYSIS ACCEPTABLE]</color>ft a note." "It wasn't what she would have written. Don't act like that crap convinced you." "You look half dead and hold a piece of a portal generator taped to a slightly smoking circuit board. You look less like somebody I should listen to and more like someone in need of help, Anne… is that thing supposed to blink like that?" "Shit, battery's nearly dead. I need your help finding out why they killed her. If you get your head out of your ass ask to borrow my headphones and I can figure out a way to talk again."

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