Rejestracja Porządku Centralnego: 131

Klasa: Alfa-Biały

Opis: RPC-131 is a geological fault in the Labrador Sea, off the coast of Newfoundland. The fault lies above a memotic singularity which has expelled several tens of thousands of physical quanta over the course of the fault's containment. The singularity continues to expel quanta at an average rate of 10 quanta per minute. These quanta contain all scalar memories that had been ejected into the infoplane as vectors, such as memories lost to Degenerative Brain Diseases, death, and Amnestics. The information contained in these memories has the potential to be highly dangerous. For this reason, the RPC-131 project has been placed under Black Site's Memotic Department.

While previously inaccessible, the Authority has—in recent years—developed a method of accessing the memotic information contained within physical quanta. Using a machine known as a memotic reader, individual quanta are able to be projected into nearby subjects as vivid hallucinations.

Protokół Black Site-131: Site-131 was originally under Research Division management; however, following initial testing of the memotic reader, it was found that the memotic quanta had the potential to contain dangerous or restricted information such as info-hazards and memories erased from Level-5 personnel. Site-131 (now renamed to Black Site-131) was transferred to Black Site control.

The Site-131 facility was constructed in the facade of an offshore drilling platform which serves as the public front of the site.

Fotografia zewnętrza Black Site-131.

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Travel to and from Black Site-131 is restricted to Black Site cleared personnel, and as a consequence any researchers assigned to RPC-131 are considered Black Site personnel as per hierarchy of employment jurisdiction. ASF and other Protection personnel are also barred from travel to the site, as Black Site Internal Security oversees site protection via hierarchy of security jurisdiction. Physical quanta recovered from RPC-131 are not to be removed from site under any circumstances. Should research require physical proximity, proposals will be reviewed by the Black Site Internal Review Board. Should the proposal be approved, researchers will be subcontracted and moved onsite for the duration of the research and removed immediately upon its completion barring any breaches of conduct and/or security, as per hierarchy of location and research jurisdiction.

Hierarchy of information jurisdiction clearly requires knowledge of and information regarding Black Site-131 to remain the distinct property of Black Site and the Black Site Internal Intelligence Council. BIIC reserves the exclusive right to withhold information regarding on-site operations from personnel or officers of Protection, Containment, Research, and Administrative Divisions. Subcontractors such as Nucorp are also subject to Black Site information jurisdiction, and as such sensitive information can and will be withheld from personnel and officers of any organization subcontracted by the Authority. Breaches of information jurisdiction while under Black Site employ are considered high level offenses and will be privately arbitrated by the Black Site Internal Justice Committee rather than the Board of Directors as per hierarchy of arbitration jurisdiction.

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dziedzina nauki badająca pamięć

Znaczna część dostępnej sferze publicznej wiedzy na temat pamięci jest sfabrykowana. W rzeczywistości memotyka wiąże się z koncepcjami metafizycznymi i pozawymiarowymi, o których wiedza (w chwili pisania tej informacji) nie jest dostępna sferze publicznej. Zacznijmy od przeglądu jednostek i terminów.

Płaszczyzna informacyjna to pozawymiarowa czasoprzestrzeń, w której informacja istnieje w stanie korpuskularno-falowym. Płaszczyzna ta stanowi przedłużenie naszej własnej czasoprzestrzeni. Standardowo rozumiana materia ani energia nie mogą wejść ani wyjść z płaszczyzny informacyjnej. Podróżować do niej i z niej mogą jedynie informacje. Zjawisko to zachodzi poprzez uziemienia memotyczne.

Uziemienia memotyczne to obiekty znajdujące się w przestrzeni fizycznej, które mogą generować połączenia z płaszczyzną informacyjną. Mózg (dokładniej — pewien rodzaj zakończeń synaptycznych) stanowi uziemienie memotyczne i wykorzystuje płaszczyznę informacyjną do przechowywania wspomnień. Informacje, które mogą być modyfikowane przez uziemienie memotyczne, nazywa się kwantami memotycznymi. Istnieją one w formie skalarów albo wektorów.

Skalary memotyczne nie mogą przemieszczać się przez płaszczyznę informacyjną, albowiem pozostają zawsze związane z uziemieniem memotycznym. Wspomnienia funkcjonują w formie skalarów, co umożliwia ich przechowywanie oraz swobodny dostęp do nich przez mózg.

Wizualizacja 1.

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W pewnych warunkach skalar memotyczny może zostać odłączony od swojego uziemienia, co umożliwi mu swobodne przemieszczanie się po płaszczyźnie informacyjnej. Kwanty tego typu nazywa się wektorami memotycznymi, albowiem posiadają kierunek ruchu przez płaszczyznę informacyjną. Wektory memotyczne powstają naturalnie na skutek takich zjawisk jak choroba Alzheimera.

Każda kwanta wytwarza pewne zniekształcenia w płaszczyźnie informacyjnej wprost proporcjonalne do jego natężenia (ilości informacji). Zniekształcenia te wywierają efekty podobne do przyciągania grawitacyjnego, co powoduje, że wektory nawzajem się przyciągają. Prawo inercji informacyjnej stanowi, że wektory o większym natężeniu wymagają przyłożenia większej siły, by mogły się przemieścić, względem wektorów o mniejszym natężeniu.

Zakłada się możliwość istnienia złożonych wektorów nazwanych jadaczami memotycznymi. Byłyby to byty świadome, które istnieją na płaszczyźnie informacyjnej i mogą konsumować kwanty memotyczne, zwiększając swoje natężenie. Hipoteza ta zakłada również, iż jeśli jadacze memotyczne faktycznie istnieją, ich zachowanie jest niezgodne z prawem inercji informacyjnej, co przekłada się na małą akceptowalność hipotezy wśród badaczy. Jako że jadacz memotyczny pochłaniałby kwanty, zyskiwałby szybkość i umiejetność kontrolowania kierunku.

Na płaszczyźnie informacyjnej odnotowuje się wyjątkowe zjawiska topologiczne nazywane osobliwościami. Obecnie nie wiadomo, w jaki sposób powstają. Hipoteza, która najprawdopodobniej cieszy się największym uznaniem, zakłada, że osobliwości powstały wraz ze wszechświatem.

Osobliwości memotyczne to nieskończenie gęste wektory o zerowej objętości i niemierzalnym natężeniu. Wywołują one niezwykle silne oddziaływanie grawitacyjne ściągające wszystkie pobliskie wektory. W niewielkim stopniu na osobliwości oddziałuje przyciąganie grawitacyjne innych wektorów. Obecnie nie wiadomo, co się dzieje w przypadku interakcji dwóch osobliwości, albowiem dotychczasowe ich obserwacje był skrajnie rzadkie.

Wizualizacja 2.

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Zniekształcenia wywoływane przez osobliwości są wystarczające, by spowodować powstanie wyrwy między płaszczyzną informacyjną a fizyczną. W wymiarze fizycznym w takim przypadku powstaje pseudouziemienie, a z takiej wyrwy wydostawać mogą się wektory wchodzące do wymiaru fizycznego jako samozamknięte esencje nazywane kwantami fizycznymi. To jedyny znany sposób na opuszczenie przez kwanty płaszczyzny informacyjnej.

Jeżeli jadacze memotyczne istnieją, najprawdopodobniej zbliżają się do osobliwości, albowiem te stanowią optymalne źródło kwant.

Pewna osobliwość istnieje w układzie słonecznym, a skutki tego odczuwane są na całym globie. Wszystkie lokalne wektory zbliżają się do niej i opuszczają ją w formie esencji memotycznej w określonej lokacji, która obecnie znana jest jako RPC-131. Na tę chwilę jedynym znanym sposobem wywołania konwersji skalara w wektor jest wykorzystanie preparatów amnezyjnych: środków wpływających na wspomnienia, które — w ogólnym i praktycznym przekonaniu — powodują kasację wspomnień. W rzeczywistości jednak wspomnienia, zgodnie z prawem zachowania informacji.

Uwaga: Due to the natural decay of memotic information, several aspects of these memories have become distorted and exaggerated over time. These quanta as transcribed do not represent reality, but reality as it would have been remembered, after an extended period of time.

• M-D63
• M-O11
• M-K72
• M-I39
• M-G16
• M-U47
• M-S61
• M-M01

Desygnacja kwanty: M-D63

Frame 368

Opis wspomnienia: You are walking along a winding road, in early hours of the morning. There is a chill, a cold density to the air that you can see in front of you as you move along. You keep your arms crossed, your thin jacket just warm enough to keep the painful wind from your skin. There haven't been cars passing by in a long while. You're pretty far out in the country, so it would only make sense for the road to be empty. As the sun begins to rise a fog descends to meet you. The mist makes it difficult to see where you're going, so you have to slow your pace a bit. Just a bit farther, and you'll be there. It feels like you've been walking for days. The minuscule droplets in the fog begin to wet your face. You risk exposing your hand to the frigid air to wipe the moisture from your eyes. You stop for a moment. There are a few trees sticking out from the hill in front of you. The fog obscures the road in the distance, but what you can see is enough. You take a breath, the wet air stinging your lungs slightly. The fog makes you feel as though you've entered some other world, that where your sight ends and the world fades truly is nothingness. That you are alone in your small pocket of reality, with nothing but the frigid void around you. You shake the thought and move ahead. Just a bit farther, and you'll be there.

Desygnacja kwanty: M-O11

Frame 721

Opis wspomnienia: You're having the most fun you've had in a long time. The sun is like a bright smiling face, illuminating the endless sea before you as you bob up and down watching people in the water. Your mom is smiling at you from the beach, watching you try your best to swim. The water is about four feet deep, but you're able to keep your head up. You wish your dad was watching you, but he's in the bathroom right now. As you look out to the people further out in the water you wonder what it must be like to swim on the deep end. For a moment you imagine floating in the water with nothing beneath you, with a big toothy monster in the sea below ready to eat you. You close your eyes for a moment, trying to get the thought out of your head. You're supposed to be having fun, that's what mom said. When your eyes open, stinging a bit from the salty water, you see her waving at you. You smile and wave back. You turn back around to look at the people in the water behind you. Your jaw drops open as the largest wave you've ever seen slowly drags its way through them. The water distends in a way you thought impossible, and the force of it is heading straight for you. You scream and try to run to your mom, but you're not that great a swimmer. You try your best to paddle but you don't get far before everything goes dark. You can't breathe.

Desygnacja kwanty: M-K72

Frame 245

Opis wspomnienia: The house smells musty, of old carpet and wet wood. You love visiting this side of your family, even the house they live in has a history. Your dad's side is so spread out, they barely visit each other. Seems like they don't even like each other. But your mother's side, her family seems like they're always together. And your grandmother's huge old house is like an archaeologist's dream, full of records of the past. You enjoy these moments while waiting for dinner to be ready where you can just explore the now empty rooms looking for treasures. This old bedroom might have been one of your uncles', you aren't sure. The walls have yellowed, but the bed remains neatly made to this day. The light stopped working long ago, so you use a small flashlight to look around. You go searching through the drawers of the sidetable, hoping perhaps to find something left behind. In the bottom draw is a picture, looks like polaroid, hiding in the back corner. You pick it up and inspect it with your light. It was taken in this house, near the staircase. A man in a casual suit stands for a picture, with a small child behind him, slightly obscured. The child's features are difficult to parse, and his neck seems slightly too long. You are transfixed by this photo for a while before the call to dinner echoes up the stairs. You put the photo back. A mystery left forever unsolved.

Desygnacja kwanty: M-I39

Frame 513

Opis wspomnienia: You can feel the heat of the cramped, dusty space as you try to relax. There aren't that many chairs by the poolside, you feel like you've taken the only one. There's an anger brewing in you, with a sadness behind it. He left you here all by yourself. He said he was tired, that he had to go back to the room. He didn't want to spend time with you. That wasn't why you were here. You can't sleep so you try to look around. The pool is in a state of utter filth and decay. The water was dirty, you tried to swim in it but it hurt your eyes, and maybe your skin? It burned. The room itself was small too, like it hadn't been expanded in years. You can tell it's old because of the brick. You're old enough to know that pools shouldn't have bricks, the people who run this place clearly haven't learned this yet. There's dirt and grime all over the walls, it hasn't been cleaned in a long time. You can almost smell the muck from your chair, a putrid brown and dark green dripping down the dusty brick walls. It's almost like a nightmare, hot dirty and oppressive. You aren't having fun. You decide it's time to give up and leave. You've let him win again.

This memory is highly distorted. Possibly due to anomalous interference or an extreme level of memotic decay.

Desygnacja kwanty: M-G16

Frame 310

Opis wspomnienia: You scream. You scream. No words come out. You try again. You scream. Your mouth won't work. Where are you? You don't recognize this place. A sterile hallway, like a hospital. But how did you get here? You can't remember. The lights are flickering. Something is wrong, you remember. Something happened. Monsters. Your thoughts tell you this. What about them? Are there monsters here? Yes. There are. They got out. That's why you're here. Is that why you're here. What is this place. It's not a hospital. You are a prisoner. It's not a prison. You are a patient. It's not a hospital. You remember men in white coats and you can see the words in your vision. You can't think straight. The men. White coats. They're coming towards you. You try to run, but you can't. Why can't you? Are they monsters. Run. You run. Don't run. You stop. They catch you. They put you in a chair in a room with strange device. They laugh. You try to laugh, but your eyes feel wet. They say more words. You can't make them out. It's getting darker. What about the monsters? They laugh again. They use devices on you. You feel limp. You look around for something to help. There's nothing. You see their eyes. There's nothing. Blackness. Nothing there. Monsters. You scream. You can't. You try to look up before the blackness overtakes you. We are building towards something huge

Desygnacja kwanty: M-U47

Frame 673

Opis wspomnienia: You are afraid and confused. You've never been to this place before. It isn't like your home. It's different. You don't understand what you are doing here, or why your parents left you here. You wonder if you'll ever go home. You attempt to make your way through the maze of doors and hallways of this place, to no avail. You only end up more lost than before. There is no familiarity, no consistency in this place. The walls are bent at strange angles, the doors don't go where they should, and it seems to you like a place designed just to make you feel disoriented and small. You stop for a moment to admire the foreignness of the house. The way the walls are painted differently, the ceiling higher than you ever thought possible, the stairs in the wrong place. You feel as though you are a visitor in an alien world, a place so different from where you used to be that there can be no going back, this place is yours now. Or rather, that you belong to this place now. It's strange and arcane architecture having grabbed you in its claws with no intention of letting go. The despair begins to rise in you, and you feel the tears well up in your eyes. But then a door opens somewhere. You hear footsteps. And there your mother is, with open arms. You think you hear words spoken but you're unsure. You are just happy to be home.

Desygnacja kwanty: M-S61

Frame 361

Opis wspomnienia: You wake up rattled, your hairs standing on end. You stare up at the darkened ceiling, trying to collect your jumbled thoughts for a moment. You had that dream again. The one where you fall. You're not afraid of heights but you've been startled awake by that dream for at least a month. You wonder, as you gaze into the cool darkness of your room, what could be causing it. You don't think you feel unhappy or nervous about anything, but your subconscious seems to disagree. Maybe you aren't as happy as you thought you were. The feeling of your blanket soft against your skin is relaxing, but your still beating heart and your restless thoughts keep you from falling back into the warm blackness of sleep. You're shaken from your stupor by a slight noise to your left. It was outside your window. You're already frantic heartbeat begins to speed up again. You turn, lifting yourself up to look out the window over your bed. That's when you see it. Staring. You freeze, at least you think you do, your mouth opens but you don't make a sound. The strange face, it seems like a woman just stares at you while you stare back, frozen in paralyzing terror. Your arm begins shaking, and before it gives and you fall back to your bed, you think you see her mouthing your name. You scramble to your feet, loudly knocking things out of your way to frantically flip the light switch and open your window. You see nothing out there. Like nothing was ever there.

Desygnacja kwanty: M-M01

Softly, the mist settles along the fertile hills.

Opis wspomnienia: The wind blows cruelly through the sycamores, chilling land and bone. You can feel it, against your skin. You pull your arms against you, to conserve warmth. The fibers of your coat brush your arms. The hazy orange tint of the forest reminds you of the slowly falling leaves. One lands on your head. You brush it off and smile. The cool air stings your lungs slightly as you walk. The crunch of the fallen leaves beneath your feet is the only sound that echoes off the trees. You leave the forest and enter the clearing where the pumpkins lie. The old house on the hill stands ominously behind the pumpkin patch, a monolith against the slowly descending fog. You sit in the patch for a bit, admiring the scenery. The mist rolls over the clearing and you feel your clothes start to get slightly damp in its presence. As you stand up to look for a pumpkin, the wind changes. There's a sound, slight, in the distance that carries on the wind all across the clearing and forest. You can't make it out but as you turn you can discern its origin. The house on the hill remained, steadfast against the changing winds. From it, again, comes the sound. A low groan that shakes you to your core. The wind dies down, and suddenly there is silence. You are beginning to feel very alone. You walk towards the house, curious to a fault. You've never been inside or seen its owner, but you have to know whats going on. As you get closer, the house groans one last time, the wind kicking up and nearly knocking you back down the hill. You think you see a figure dart quickly just out of your vision. Silence, again. You are not alone.

This document has been preserved in its original state for archival purposes. Originally distributed to Black Site-131 personnel shortly after the Labrador Incident occurred, the memo was created by onsite Nucorp research personnel in order to inform the rest of the personnel on what had actually occurred the day before and its implications. The BIIC has decided to use it in this form as the circumstances for which it was created give it the unique quality both of urgency and of brevity, and as such it is especially useful for those who may have fallen victim to memotic alterations.

ANNOUNCEMENT TO ALL PERSONNEL

It is with great humility and sorrow that those of us representing Nucorp deliver this information to you all. No doubt you witnessed the strange events yesterday, which the Intelligence Council have now collectively labeled the 'Labrador Incident'. In this memo we will impart to you the context of this event and its startling implications, and our deepest apologies as we must admit to some culpability in this tragedy. We humbly request that you forgive us.

The leadup to the incident began several weeks ago, when Nucorp's Memotic Department began to study cases of unusual memory loss in the Northeastern United States as well as the east coast of Canada. Nucorp defines 'unusual memory loss' as the loss of several essential memories in a subject without due cause such as head trauma, age, Degenerative Brain Diseases, or genetic defect. Basically, a case in which a subject loses a large portion of their memories for no reason. When these cases are reported to local police Nucorp is notified and in most cases Memotics Department personnel are dispatched to assist in the local investigation, under the guise of "private contractors".

However there was an uptick in these reports several weeks prior in the previously specified reason. The apparent volume and proximity of these cases meant that there had to be some sort of correlation, so after investigating several we mapped the cases as they happened, and a startling pattern formed.

Incidents of Unusual Memory Loss {Black Site-131 Denoted in Grey}

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I'm sure you can understand our concern.

Our original theory was that some form of memotic field disruption was spreading linearly, pulled toward the singularity of RPC-131 simply because of its topology. But it quickly became clear that the only logical explanation for this was a memotic feeder, making its way toward RPC-131 due to the wealth of scalars that would be present there, as theorized.

This was an exciting revelation, we might get the opportunity to study an entity that was once merely theoretical, and in its natural habitat! We were blinded by our ambition.

It is possible the feeder would have passed through the singularity without our interference. We have determined that this possibility is statistically negligible. It is with a heavy heart that we inform you of what has been released into this plane due to our thirst for knowledge. There is no end to our guilt for this incident.

Because of this, Nucorp is relinquishing its position as subcontracted research associate for Black Site-131. The BIIC now has total jurisdiction of the materials available at this facility, as well as the future regarding the product of the Labrador Incident now roaming free.

If there is a God, may he forgive us for what we have done, and may he have mercy on all of you.

Log dyskusji 131.1 [TRANSKRYPT]

Data: ██.██.████ r.

Identyfikator zespołu: Wykładnik

Specjalizacja: Memotyka

Kapitan: Alan Dench

Członkowie: Yen Stim, Jord Armid, Rel Raym

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[POCZĄTEK LOGU]

Kapitan Dench: Per Protocol, this meeting and all future meetings will have their audio recorded and transcribed. I will also preface each meeting with all relevant information. Black Site-131 has been compromised. A memotic feeder emerged from the local singularity. The entity proceeded to consume all physical quanta along with the memories of most personnel within the site, 34 in total. These people have been left with minimal cognitive ability. Approximately 40% are in a catatonic state. 50% have undergone heightened mental deterioration or dementia. The remaining 10% suffocated to death.

Stim: Suffocated? How?

Kapitan Dench: The working theory is that they lost the memory of how to breath.

Stim: How could that even be possible? That information isn't stored as quanta.

Kapitan Dench: Apparently it is, which brings me to the purpose of this meeting. We have a lot of information about the entity to analyze and learn from. We will then use this information to work towards containing the entity.

Armid: Sounds like a plan. Please describe the order of events following the entity's arrival.

Kapitan Dench: Of course. At the ground point, Nucorp researchers had built a structure which they assumed would be capable of containing the entity. They assumed that the entity would have the same properties as physical quanta. As the entity approached, they applied Class A-X amnestics to seven disposable subjects, releasing a massive amount of memotic vectors into the infoplane near the singularity. It is unknown if this event had an effect on whether or not the entity would travel into our world or pass the singularity.

[Captain Dench clears his throat before resuming]

Kapitan Dench: In any case, the entity then came through the singularity ground. Upon arrival, it appeared as a humanoid creature composed of a purple glass-like material with a viscous, liquid form and movement. Instead of being contained as the researchers expected, the entity passed directly through a wall, into the observation deck.

Raym: So it’s incorporeal. Does the entity have the ability to remotely sense the location of memories?

Stim: Yes, it should. It knew to travel to the singularity as that was a concentration of memories.

Kapitan Dench: That is true. Anyway, in order to consume a subject’s memory, the entity would place one of its hand-like appendages to their head. Thin tentacles then emerge from the hand and break through the subject’s skin and bone until reaching the brain. A fluorescent purple liquid flows out of the brain, through the tentacles, and into the entity’s body. This process takes at least 20 seconds to be performed.

Armid: Could be useful.

Kapitan Dench: As the entity consumed the memories of more people, its body became darker and darker. This is likely representative of an increase in information density within the entity. This is all we have been able to gather from the security footage of the incident.

Stim: Where is the entity now?

Kapitan Dench: We don’t know. After leaving Black Site-131, it was lost. The last bit of security footage would suggest the entity exited Site-131 and then traveled eastward along the ocean. We will need to determine the entity’s location before being able to contain it.

Raym: Hmm. I take it there’s been a search throughout the Atlantic ocean, starting from the location of Site-131 and expanding outward?

Kapitan Dench: Yes, primarily with helicopters.

Raym: Do we have access to all the reports the Authority gets from different government bodies? This question is unspecific to the Atlantic.

Kapitan Dench: Uh, yes. Why?

Raym: Search the database for recent reports of memory-loss related phenomena with no specific location.

Kapitan Dench: I don’t see how that could be particularly helpful when the entity is within the Atlantic… but okay. Searching now.

[Captain Dench uses a portable computer to search the network database.]

Kapitan Dench: Huh, the only thing here is from Tokyo Japan. A dozen or so people lost their memories, cause unknown.

Raym: Just as expected. The entity is in Japan.

Stim: Expected? What? How do you know that was the entity.

Raym: Well, if the entity isn’t in the Atlantic, there’s only one way it could have gone. Straight through the Earth. We’ve already established that the entity is able to sense concentrations of memories and that it can travel through matter. After consuming the memories of Black Site-131, it would go wherever it sensed the greatest concentration of memories. Black Site-131 is far enough in the ocean that the curvature of the Earth would mean that the average of all memories on Earth would be about opposite the Earth of the entity.

Armid: It went straight through the planet, coming out on the other side! That’s genius!

Kapitan Dench: There’s no time for praise. We need to go to Japan.

[KONIEC LOGU]

Log dyskusji 131.2 [TRANSKRYPT]

Data: ██.██.████ r.

Identyfikator zespołu: Wykładnik

Specjalizacja: Memotyka

Kapitan: Alan Dench

Członkowie: Yen Stim, Jord Armid, Rel Raym

Przedmowa: Czarny Zespół Wykładnik w ciągu 11 godzin przemieścił się do Tokio, w Japonii, z wykorzystaniem samolotu prywatnego. Po przybyciu zespół poświęcił pewien czas na ustanowienie operacyjności w Black Site-212, w której dotąd nie przeprowadzano aktywnych operacji. Poniżej przedstawione spotkanie miało miejsce wkrótce po powyższym.

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[POCZĄTEK LOGU]

Armid: What has happened since our last meeting? We were on that plane for quite some time and I had been asleep.

Kapitan Dench: The entity has continued to consume memories in a localized area of Tokyo. We have alerted the Japanese government of what is going on and requested them not to evacuate the city. We currently have a good idea where it is and that is valuable.

Stim: Which is highly unethical, by the way.

Kapitan Dench: We’d lose more lives overall if they evacuated and we couldn’t study the entity. We’ve been over this.

[Stim responds with an annoyed grunt]

Raym: Moving on, I believe we should run an experiment to test this entity’s intelligence. It’s intelligence will be the defining factor of how difficult it will be to contain.

Armid: That makes sense. What experiment?

Raym: First we will need to find out if the entity is able to use the memories it consumes for its own benefit by using the information contained within them. Then, we will test its logical ability to draw conclusions from that information.

Kapitan Dench: Interesting, but how?

Raym: The entity has been very careful since it entered Tokyo. It has never consumed all memories of a person. We have only observed minor memory loss. It would appear that the entity is attempting to remain unnoticed. It has been avoiding sight from other humans quite often as well. This hasn’t been working very well, as it seems to have no clue that cameras can be used to evesdrop on it. We’ve already pinpointed that it’s been retreating back to the same building every night.

Armid: Is this all true?

Stim: Yes, it is.

Raym: The entity has also never consumed memories that were highly valuable or would have caused mass panic. This would imply that the entity has the ability to scan a person’s memories before deciding which ones to take. We can use that to our advantage. We will send in a decoy subject and plant certain information within their memories that would prove useful to the entity. I was thinking something about there being a gathering at the building one night. I assume it goes there because it’s always empty at night, allowing for cover. The potential presence of people should deter it from coming back.

Stim: That sounds good to me. Of course, we would need to make the memories that the entity reads authentic. The memories of the decoy need to be genuine. That could be tricky to pull off.

Armid: So, we send in some guy with the memory? I suppose we would find someone that is likely to come into contact with the entity at some point during the day. We would make sure that that person has a passing conversation with someone who says that there will be a gathering. Would that be one of us?

Kapitan Dench: No, too risky. We’ll send in a plant.

Stim: That’s like 3 levels of plants already. Wild.

Raym: Let’s get to it.

[KONIEC LOGU]

Log dyskusji 131.3 [TRANSKRYPT]

Data: ██.██.████ r.

Identyfikator zespołu: Wykładnik

Specjalizacja: Memotyka

Kapitan: Alan Dench

Członkowie: Yen Stim, Jord Armid, Rel Raym

Przedmowa: Czarny Zespół Wykładnik z powodzeniem umieścił wspomnienie w wabiku. Za pośrednictwem kamery bezpieczeństwo zaobserwowano faktyczną konsumpację wspomnień tamtej osoby przez jadacza memotycznego. Byt dokonał tego od tyłu i nie został zauważony przez subiekta. W następstwie Wykładnik podłączył się do monitoringu wizyjnego w pomieszczeniu, do którego Wykładnik udaje się co noc.

Gwoli zapewnienia kontekstu do poniższego logu dołączono znaczniki czasu.

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Stim: It always arrives between the hours of 1am and 2am. If it doesn’t arrive, we will know that it is an intelligent entity.

Armid: Right.

[00:46]

Kapitan Dench: Raym, you’re the idea guy. What plan do you have in mind if the entity doesn’t show up?

Raym: Frankly, I don’t have one. If this entity was intelligent, that would be truly terrifying. We’d likely not survive this operation.

Armid: Jesus, I hope for our sake you’re wrong.

Raym: If he does show up, I do have a plan though. That will be quite easy. It would not be hard to lure it into a trap with an ambush by BIS.

[Extraneous segment omitted]

[01:55]

Stim: Well, looks like the entity won’t be coming back. We’re fucked.

Raym: Hold it. 5 more minutes.

Kapitan Dench: 5 minutes may not be a lot but it’s all we have.

[01:57]

Armid: I see a shadow in the feed. Is that it?

Raym: Too dark to tell.

[01:59]

[The shadow draws closer to the center of the room]

Kapitan Dench: That’s it! That’s the entity!

[The entity is visible at the center of the room, resting]

Raym: Phew.

Armid: Yeah! Now… to get those BIS guys.

[KONIEC LOGU]

Zarejestrowany log agenta Renaulta w czasie operacji Wykładnika [TRANSKRYPT]

Data: ██.██.████ r.

Identyfikator pracownika: Służba Bezpieczeństwa Wewnętrznego Black Site

Specjalizacja: Memotyka

Lider: William Renault

Agenci: Richard Childress, Pete Thompson, Keith Martel

Przedmowa: Following investigations, the BIIC contracted the BIS to send a covert team of security personnel to capture the feeder using Physical Quanta as bait.

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[POCZĄTEK LOGU]

Agent Renault: Testing, hello? Okay, audio log is on. So, we are currently in the sewer, with a crate of physical quanta. Since we've evacuated some of the city above, it should be the biggest bunch of memories around, meaning the entity should come straight to us!

Agent Thompson: And when it gets here, we capture it, you got that?

Agent Renault: Pretty much. Not to mention the quanta are loaded with disinfo, so we should capture it and make it dumber in one fell swoop.

Agent Childress: If everything goes right, sure. Though I'm a little skeptical of the plan being recorded on a log like this.

Agent Renault: It's for memory insurance. BIIC orders. And anyway, it doesn't know we're here so we should be fine.

Agent Thompson: Fine as we can really be, walkin' in shit.

Agent Childress: Well right, I just-
[Light footsteps are heard in the distance]

Agent Renault: That's it! To your position men, lights off!

Agent Childress: Roger!

[The feeder's footsteps can be heard in the water, approaching quickly]

Agent Renault (whispering): It has approached… the bait…

[Sounds of what are assumed to be Agent Renault's hand signals to the other agents]

Agent Renault (whispering): Feeder is currently in target position… It should be eating the memories… right now…

[Noises from feeder cease.]

Agent Renault: We go… Now! Men, lights on!

[Gunfire echoes from sewer walls, before stopping abruptly.]

Agent Thompson: Where the fuck is it? I don't see it anywhere!

Agent Renault: It was right here, eating the quanta!

Agent Childress: The quanta are all still there, Bill, it didn't even touch the damn things!

Agent Renault: I don't understand… it must have known it was a trap somehow.

Agent Thompson: Is it even that smart?

Agent Childress: Well, with all the memories its been eatin' I suppose-

Agent Martell: Oh, shit!

[Sounds of a struggle]

Agent Renault: It was hidin' on us!

[Sounds of gunfire and struggle continue for several minutes]

Agent Childress: Wait… did the feeder show up yet?

Agent Renault: Of course it did, why… wait, did it?

Agent Thompson: Who the fuck are you people? Did I step in shit? Christ, the smell.

Agent Renault: I think… shit… shit. I think it's already…

Agent Childress: What the fuck are you talking about? How did I get down here? I… who… do you know who I am? I can't…

Agent Renault: I can't seem… to… remember either, I…

Agent Thompson: All I know is I'm getting out of here. I'm sick of this awful stench. That being said, I don't see any exit. I guess I'll… I'll have to… dig my wa-…

Agent Renault: Now hold on, we don't have to do that… Iusdhh… Inmmm… Aall..

Agent Thompson: Are you alright, you look like-

Agent Childress: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?

[Several gunshots are heard before the tape cuts off.]

[KONIEC LOGU]