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strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2018-08-15 01:03 pm
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FINAL INVESTIGATION
[Well, your time, your anger, your losses have led up to this.
It's time to go, and that blue card will give access to the floors above. In particular, there is the floor Barbara mentioned before the throne room, which seems to be a good idea to check out beforehand.
Indeed, it's much like the previous floors the Strangers had lived in, only smaller.]
[There is another elevator in the area, but that is inaccessible. Even using Marie's card doesn't seem to work on it. Hm. No matter. Marie's card works on all of these rooms, so it's fine, right?
In any case, if there's answers to be found about just whose in charge - and what in the world is going on - this is the last chance of finding them. You've all gotten this far, and as your teams descend on the rooms, you can feel the end is near. Hopefully, that end is not that of the universe - or of Ivy.
Good hunting, Titled.]
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>ENTRY PT 1
>ENTRY PT 2
What would you like to do first? ]
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[He may be apprehensive about setting off the shittyflute orchestra again, too.]
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[cleek!!]
EVIDENCE [1/2]
I think. I am.
I was born today. Not just metaphorically, either. I burst out of my father’s mouth, fully grown, like the wise Athena was drawn forth from mighty Zeus, after having the mother ingested like a pomegranate.
Which is a bit awkward, since thinking is weird and I’m still adjusting to it. Also my mother was a man in my case. And I seem to be not as fully grown as Athena would have been. And I am covered in my father’s bodily fluids, and my father is looking like he had indigestion as I finish scribbling these thoughts. I should make sure he’s ok…
Still, I am sentient, cognizant. Alive. Most importantly, I know my purpose. I shall finish what was started. So this will be my testament to objective fulfillment.
17-12-19xx
This fortress is completely useless for my purposes. No, that’s not entirely true. The location still suits the objective I must fulfill. My living father seems content to stay here, so I won’t need to worry about moving him. It’s just a question of rebuilding what was once here.
But I’m not going to just rebuild what was here. I’m going to build something even better. Something that won’t be made of rock. Something that won’t just collapse from a few explosions. My home is going to be as undestroyable as I can make it. I won’t make the mistakes my forebears did.
18-12-19xx
I am learning more about my unique nature as I continue to uncover what’s left of this fortress’ foundation. Despite having never met him, or his commander, it amazes me that I possess genetic memory of my mother. No, my father?
Mom-Dad. We’ll go with that for now.
Anyways, I uncovered the remnants of his throne room, and I was struck with clear visions of a past I couldn’t have possibly experienced. Out in space, with Halley’s Comet in front of us, concealing our presence. Then, going through the specialized procedure the commander used to conceal our presence and prepare us, and thus transport us into this universe. Then, confronting those who stopped us, and then, my Mom-Dad’s death...
Somehow, I possess his genetic memories of what lies beyond this reality, and of the mission he had. So it’s only natural I finish what was started. Even discarding my Mom-Dad’s memories, I can’t deny the nature of my father. My Dad-Dad?
Anyways.
It is my destiny to destroy the universe. I must adhere to what was coded into me.
18-12-19xx
I found another survivor.
“Survivor” being a loose term, really. She was just a miserable pile of exploded goop when I uncovered her remains. I could see what was left of her uniform, and immediately identified her as a her - namely Mom-Dad’s sister.
I almost fed her to Dad-Dad, but pondered whether I should be more respectful to the remains. I also cried a lot, even though I have never met her when she was living. Maybe this is what mourning is? Being respectful and...crying? Human emotions feel weird.
EVIDENCE [2/2]
I take my previous entry back. “Survivor” is no longer to be in quotes. Marie is alive again. Alive, not as burnt or goopy as before, and very loud. Very angry.
The only thing I did was move her remains and cry. Apparently one of these two actions actually brought her back. It shouldn’t even possible. Not to mention moving body parts didn’t bring other soldiers back. So I tested my hypothesis...by licking her arm. That made her a lot angrier and she accused me of giving her a disease she called ‘cooties’. But it also accelerated her healing process, as I speculated.
It thus appears my unique genetic structure has advantages I am only beginning to uncover. I can only wonder what else I will learn about myself. (Note to self: investigate the likelihood of contracting ‘cooties’ with present genetic makeup.)
30-12-19xx
I have finally cleared out the rest of the debris around the old fortress. Now I must rebuild. Rebuild a fortress, rebuild an army. These things will take time.
My destruction of this universe will not be quick, and cannot be quick. I must be methodical and strike at the most opportune time. That was a grave mistake of the Mustang Army - they thought they could be quick and did not reckon that the enemy had technology to counter-attack.
Marie doesn’t understand that, nor does she realize that we don’t have access to the same resources as my Mom-Dad and she had before. I have no doubt that once the fortress was destroyed, the enemy took care to leave this universe, in order to finish off the fleet that had been meant for the invasion for Earth. The idea that we must be self-reliant and build things ourselves seems to be beyond her grasp.
I also, in an aside, cannot understand how her voice echoes the way it does. My voice doesn’t echo like hers at all. Perhaps her throat-box has been altered somehow? I will have to look into it at some point.
In the meantime, though, I shall need a name. Something befitting my origin, hm. I will think of something.
1-4-19xx
I have learned something more about my unique properties.
As I am a product of this universe, yet at the same time am a foreigner with origins from beyond it, I am not seen as a threat in and of myself, using my own essence. I can also create and build things based on my whim and imagination. I admit, all I’ve done is start the base of my new fortress, but it’s a start. Not to mention many of the items I’ve thus far created seem to hold similar properties to me, in that they will not be automatically rejected by the universe as a threat.
Aunt - for it’s the only explanation for her relation to me - Marie has started to needle me about making a vineyard. I know what she’s trying to do, and I have to keep reminding her that surveillance and building is more important than getting sloshed. And most importantly, I must do something my predecessors failed to do: fix surveillance on the universe beyond this one. After all, if I can ascertain what is happening beyond this universe, I can plan much more accordingly.
I will also look for more information on cooties. Aunt Marie has not been forthcoming, so I must endeavor to learn about it myself.
8-4-19xx
I have successfully infiltrated the Twin Planet Observatories in the northern parts of the universe. The villagers were completely unaware of my presence, and they don’t realize I have re-calibrated their telescope lenses to transmit to me.
Now I can see what happens...through her eyes. All I have to do now is finish setting up my closed-circuit receivers and watch.
[ Care to view Entry 2? ]
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Hey. The water, th-the healing stuff... it tasted weird. You don't think that's...?
[SURE, WHY NOT, IT CAN'T BE ANY WORSE]
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[CLICKING FAST ANYWAY]
EVIDENCE [1/2]
The world outside this universe...I cannot even begin to describe it. It moves much, much slower, for one thing, so I’ve had to adjust. While it has been months here, years even (I have adjusted my internal calendar to compensate for this), she has only started opening her eyes and talking, and it has been mere hours since her illness subsided. I see the insides of the hospital.
And Cheol, of course. He doesn’t seem to have left her side. Aunt Marie seems to have an unfathomable hatred of him. Considering his role in our destruction, I can imagine why. So I shall have to factor in that whenever I attack, Cheol must not have an opportunity to be a part of the counterstrike.
Having access to her vision is very helpful in this regard. He doesn’t leave her side. He even fetches her food for her. It’s just soup for now, but she will no doubt get stronger as she recovers. For now.
31-1-9x
I have been busy with my building, but it’s coming along well. The nearby natives of this universe do not suspect that it is mine - or what it shall be used for. Indeed, many of the original natives who once questioned its presence have become much older - already over a decade has passed here. I and Aunt Marie, however, have barely aged.
It would make sense, as time in here goes much faster than time beyond this universe. I checked on the outside and it has only been a day or so at best. Now it appears that she is recovering much more quickly, and is eating much more solid food now. Soon she’ll be back to her regular duties, and I shall be able to monitor how her mind works when she is at optimal function.
Again, Cheol hasn’t left her side. I suppose it makes sense, as he is her head bodyguard. There has been other visitors as well, the doctors and her scientist friend and all, but she seems to focus mostly on him. Perhaps she is simply very, very thankful that he saved her life.
31-10-10x
I have discovered television. She’s been watching a great deal of it, and apparently the news is all about the defeat of our forces and the reinforcement of the current status quo beyond. They shall continue to only rely on one person to man their interstellar defense system. Which seems utterly stupid - relying on only one person is what caused their problem to begin with.
But I suppose I should be glad for their idiocy - if I am successful Earth will once more be defenseless. Though to what end that will accomplish this time is unknown without any threats on the horizon, but that is not my concern.
Right now I shall see if my unique properties will allow me to duplicate the things I can see through her eyes. If so, I can perhaps watch television with whatever free time I have.
2-6-10x
She has been released from the hospital. Watching through her eyes, I can see her re-enter the world. Instead of the sterile hospital room, with no one but Cheol at her side, now, I can see all of the bright colors of the sky, and the sun. The flash of photographers and the chauffered car she’s driven in. The city she lives in and all of its buildings. Her house, a magnificent mansion on the outskirts of a military base.
It’s all very startling for me. And Cheol’s still by her side even though it isn’t his shift. He must be incredibly overprotective with what’s happened. Obviously, striking now would be a bad idea.
I have resumed my attempts to discern cooties, but have so far found nothing. The outside universe doesn’t seem to hold answers to this, either. I will have to keep it in mind as I continue to prepare
22-10-1xx
Because of the time dilation effect, it has been close to a century here. I have created auditory receivers that now allow me to hear beyond this universe alongside the ocular information. So much auditory sensation. And hearing her voice for the first time...hers is high, but pleasant. Much more than Aunt Marie’s. But she also sounds lonely.
I suppose it makes sense. Given her duties to Earth, given her importance, she is essentially shut away from everyone except for a few guards and scientists. Since the failed attack, the security seems to be much more than doubled, and protocol is much stricter on her freedoms. She used to be allowed to go to places on-base by herself, and elsewhere with a single escort. Now she cannot even go to her commode without two guards at the door.
They expect an attack from the outside. They do not know that her doom is already here, on the inside--me.
EVIDENCE [2/2]
It has only been over three centuries, now. My newest fortress is nearly complete. The Red Armies are finally recovering their numbers, as is the White King with his forces. The current White King, at least. This is so far the 7th White King - the cycle of life for creatures in this universe is so pitifully short in comparison to what is beyond. I must ensure to use this to my advantage when I finally make my move to incorporate the Red Armies to my side.
Meanwhile it has been approximately five months since she has recovered. She’s back into a normal pattern of living, for her at least. Though her unique mind composition does almost all of the work anyways, without even needing to blink, she is still constantly meeting with generals and politicians who come to her about the Star Wars fleet and defense systems. They do not seem to listen to her rationale about employing more individuals like her. They keep telling her, “your amazing brainpower is enough”.
I wonder if they will say that when I at last strike.
I also wonder about her intake of strawberry ice cream. Is it a side effect of her cybernetics that she almost exclusively eats it every night before retiring? Perhaps her cybernetics are fueled by it? I cannot help but be curious, though I can’t rationally see why that matters to be. I shall investigate the strawberry ice cream in this universe to find out.
18-9-5xx
I have infiltrated the orchards of the White King, and have acquired samples of the strawberry ice cream from their rivers. It’s quite frozen, and has no smell, but when I tasted it, it’s surprisingly good. Though I briefly had a headache afterwards. Despite Aunt Marie’s claims, I do not believe it was poisoned, and it seems to have gone away.
I can see why she likes it, though. I wonder what other foods exist. In the meantime I shall need to set up a stable food supply for Aunt Marie, as the stores I was able to salvage are nearing full depletion. I have the room in my fortress to accomplish this now, after all.
1-11-6xx
Spaghetti, bread, and ice cream.
Considering that very few native plants and waters exist in this universe, I have also come to the realization that I may need to use my imagination to create alternative foods. Even if I can survive without food, I don’t know if I can handle Aunt Marie’s complaints about eating nothing but strawberry ice cream and bread. And grapes that don’t make white wine. Her complaining about that is getting irritating.
17-7-8xx
Unfortunately my attempts to create different foods have had limited success. I have managed to create some food items (and bottles of white wine). However, I fear my limited experience prohibits me from fully creating items that I have not in some way personally experienced. And since my own existence is tied into that of this girl’s while I reside in this universe, I have come to realize that I must experience more of the outside through her eyes and ears.
Of course, it’s only to ensure Aunt Marie has adequate food supplies of some nutritional value. And isn’t constantly drunk. She won’t be able to lead a hanger to a closet if she drinks so much.
30-3-9xx
I haven’t been logging much information into my computers. But I have made a breakthrough. I found her going through a library and reading books. Because of her computer brain, she can read books in mere seconds. It took me time but I was able to create a chip that lets me connect to the processing abilities of that brain. As a result, I can now transcribe whatever her special brain processes and, if I so choose, use my own power to convert what I learn into tangible items for my own use. Books, computers, videos, music, and some foodstuffs...
Absolutely fascinating. Perhaps I might be able to refine this system more. Perhaps I can use this to transcribe military plans and strategies as well. All she has to do is actually read them.
12-2-29xx
What’s in a name?
I finally know what to call myself. The comet that brought me here enabled my birth. It’s only logical I pick a name in honor of it.
12-2-9xx
A problem has come up. More than one. It appears natives in the Neutral Zone have taken to arming themselves more efficiently into a militia. Not surprising, but they seem to remember things very well. Infiltrating them will be hard. Perhaps even impossible.
Also, now that idiot scientist and doctor have announced a program to save lives from rare diseases and medical problems using the very mechas that destroyed my father. In other words, instead of one of those machines, they are now going to build dozens for the express purpose of killing things like me.
I will need to prepare for a potential offensive. I will make my own mechas. However, I will also look to find remains of the old Parox warriors to learn what I can about their flaws. I will not make the same mistakes that were made the last time.
I will not be defeated. I can’t be.
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[Is there any way to print all this?]
The comet - Halley's comet. You remember the last place the name Halley came up, right? And... "Aunt Marie"... ?
[He has a really, really bad feeling about this....]
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EVIDENCE
First, if Jonathan decides to grab the computer and shake it in annoyance for not having printer paper or any way of printing what's on it, the computer is portable.
Second, there is something in the desk drawers. Not paper, though. Cigarettes. Several cartons of them, in fact.]
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[He really is frustrated enough to try and shake the computer... but only after checking the drawers and not finding any paper.]
Well, that's one problem solved, I guess?
[Say he does an "idiot check" after unplugging the thing and grabbing a carton of the cigs, just in case... is there anything weird he might find? After all that?]
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