First Contact - Second Resurgence Wave Chpt 529.130 I See You
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DAY FIFTY-SIX
PERSONAL PROJECT STATUS: CLASSIFIED
CORPORATE PROJECT STATUS: BREAKTHROUGH
A personal note: They're talking about , I know it.
On the advice of Mister McNugget, we compared the bare bones code the system loaded up against current code. While we could see how things had been layered onto the system, we could not tell what order despite looking for everything.
See, the problem is thus: If you take a bunch of files and one at a ti save them as patches you can look at the file creation/modification dates. However, if you copy ALL of the files once you have them all patched and put together, to the new location, all of the ti/date stamps for both creation and last access are the sa.
This eliminates forensic computer examination to determine the file age.
However, Mister McNugget has a different way of looking at it. Xer is a corporate entity through and through. Joined NSO at the age of twenty-five as a managent intern and has clawed xer's way up through the intense fight.
Additionally he has the 'corporate eye' as she likes to put it. It allows xer to examine things and co to his own conclusions that might not be obvious to anyone other than him.
After a couple hours of examination xir began to identify sections of code that were patched in to patch sothing else.
Xster McNugget has stated that so ti after the initial 'skeletal code' was established, corporations or governnts began to layer things is. Xir reminded us that she is the direct descendant of General McNugget, who burned Tampa to the ground during the War of the Box, and that although he dislikes it, xe is perfectly capable of looking at things with a corporate military eye.
Another breakthrough is the fact that the Hardware Analysis Team has been working on what all of the circuits in the bare bone system do.
One of the circuits is responsible for phasic transmission. You read that right. Phasic transmission.
Despite everyone know that you cannot transmit phasic energy through electronics, there is a section there that allows the transfer of phasic energy.
However, the circuits are energized and throw the small strange-matter fuses the minute the system is engaged.
The Hardware Analysis Team has posited that the system is engaged with so kind of energy overflow.
To that extent, we activated a repeater in a phasically clean chamber, allowing no leakage in or out.
The system powered up, and the phasic circuitry went live and blew the strange-matter fuses.
The system is capable of making phasic energy record transmissions, but whatever is pushing that signal is overloaded.
A breakthrough, but not one we understand.
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PERSONAL ADDENDUM
Today at lunch Doctor Hermans and I almost confronted one another.
I saw a tiny ant, bright red, crawl out from under his fingernail and onto the table. I crushed it with my middle finger and held it up for him to see.
He turned red at seeing I had seen what he had tried to do. That he had tried to put that ant into soone's food so it would infest them. That I had crushed his minion.
He now knows that I know.
--Marco
DAY SIXTY-THREE
Mister McNugget and I nearly had a shouting match. I referred to him as 'she' for so reason. Which is odd. Mister McNugget is in a male's body, is using the na Carl Susan McNugget, his digital ID visible through your datalink lists his gender as male.
Why did I refer to him as a 'she'?
He then rembered that I am off of my dication and rely gently suggested I take a second to ensure that I correctly gender people.
It felt off to . I don't know why.
Oh well.
--Marco
DAY SIXTY-EIGHT
Personal Project: No Change
Corporate Project: Stalemate
I know I'm off my dication. That things are different and my perceptions are skewed.
I wish I could examine my previous journal entries, but their under security lockdown.
I could swear that Doctor Nyomn was a male. Yet, there she stands, five foot three, one hundred two pounds (pounds? Why pounds? Why not kilos?), brown hair, brown skin, green eyes. Female secondary characteristics and primary characteristics.
Yet I seem to recall her being a male.
Going off my dication, I don't rember the whispers last ti. They're in the shadows, in the dark.
I've taken to sleeping with a night light.
Mister McNugget has asked if I'm sure I should be off my dication.
I know there is a good reason. My thoughts move faster, I make deductions quicker, I can put logic chains together faster.
Mister McNugget checked my speed test for logic puzzles by comparing results done now to my prior corporate testing. I'm over 275% faster.
I can tell I make him uneasy, but what do you expect?
I have a hypothesis, but it's not able to be proven.
I'd have to create an experintal clone, and I won't do that.
Another note. I've slled cigarette smoke a few tis in the corridors, yet there are no Treana'ad on our research team. I've inford maintenance.
--Marco
you know who you are
DAY SEVENTY-TWO
Yesterday we have a breakthrough, if you want to call it that. I guess you could.
The network started doing rapid data transfers. Really fast ones. For roughly an hour.
Then it went completely dead. Still. All but a single molecule/atom of the spooky matter dissolved away. It then all reford, and the system began transmitting as normal.
We're not sure why.
The other strange thing is there was a heavily encoded ssage that appeared on the internal mail server, addressed to nobody, with no origin address. It's from sothing or soone called "ARCHANGEL GABRIEL" but the ssage is so heavily encoded even Green Team Three is stumped.
I found half a pack of cigarettes with the label "LUCKY STRIKE" on them in the female bathroom when I went to check the sll of cigarette smoke. I turned them into security and now we're on a low level lockdown.
Mister McNugget had to deal with several dozen of the security personnel breaking open the armory and getting out weapons. There was a full blown firefight in C-Section as the security personnel had to do fire and advance on sothing. Casualties were bad. Out of sixty n and won who did a sweep and clear of C-Section, twenty-two are dead and nineteen are injured.
Mister McNugget ca to my room late this evening, apologizing for interrupting my day off, and handed an Iron Key of all things. It contains the footage. He asked took it over, uncharacteristically intense for such a quiet and thoughtful man.
I looked it over.
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There is no evidence of gunfire or other violence directed toward the security teams, but each ti you can see the effects of gunfire upon the bodies, armor, or shielding of the security personnel.
I saw a secman get his head blown off by nothing and another secman get grabbed, their left arm pulled over their head, and a, and stick with here, shot them through the armpit and into their chest with the weapon of a previously killed secman.
Despite the video evidence, they were engaged with sothing.
Sothing deadly.
There's sothing going on.
I checked everyone's biotrics and pictures against who I am in here with.
They all match.
So why do I feel sothing is off.
In closing, after much deliberation, I have decided that it is unethical to create a clone to experint on.
But what if, stay with here, what if... I do the experint on myself.
We still have the capability to cross-sheathe. I can switch to a new sheathe with what I need.
--Marco
DAY SEVENTY-FOUR
I cross-sheathed. I have no standard SUDS, just what we're calling a Gen-Zero SUDS implant and a datalink, Pre-Glassing version. It's bulkier, different circuitry.
It's funny how docuntation and exactly how sothing is done can be lost in such a short amount of ti.
While normally I should have been yelled at by Mister McNugget, he didn't seem to care.
While I was being resheathed, there was another firefight in C-Section. A squad got pinned down and massacred. Eight secn killed.
Security footage is, well, confusing.
Mister McNugget figured it out within viewing sixty seconds of video footage.
The hour long firefight last week? The hour long firefight this week?
They're the sa incident.
Sohow, the team from this week opened fire on the team from last week after soone cut the throat of the team leader.
Except, the team leader is alive. They survived having their throat cut.
I viewed the data.
I didn't say anything, although Hermans is looking at like he knows, with those ants squirming under his skin.
Other than that, there's nothing yet.
--Marco
he knows he knows he knows he knows
DAY EIGHTY-ONE
Earth is gone. Sorry, TerraSol is gone. Sothing called "System Demi-Dinsional Security System" kicked in, AKA "Bagging" the system.
At last communication with corporate, over twenty MILLION Lanaktallan ships had attacked Fortress Sol.
We've got a problem.
Our only contact is through a superluminal array that communicates ONLY with Terra.
We have no contact.
Worse, we have no FTL.
We're stuck here.
DAY EIGHT-SEVEN
A Screaming One.
Holy shit, I was attacked by a Screaming One.
It happened after a test on the relay system. Mister McNugget has demanded that every testing team is escorted by at least five secn.
They reinforced the phasic circuitry, upped the p-amperage of the fuses, and turned the system on.
Doctor Relklink began shrieking, frothing at the mouth. He attacked everyone.
He killed half of Phasic Interaction Research, two of the secn.
Doctor Ulnith beat him to death with an oscilloscope.
I was in the bathroom, in the last stall, making notes, when the lights in the bathroom went out.
A Terran male kicked open the door, stark naked, and attacked . They were frothing at the mouth, screaming, bleeding from their eye sockets.
I put the heel of my hand into the bottom of their chin and while their throat was exposed drove my stylus into their windpipe before giving them a punch just beneath the sternum to make their heart and lungs forget how to work.
I stood over him and watched him die.
A Screaming one.
A fucking Screaming One attacked .
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ATTACKED FUCKING !
Security isn't sure where they ca from. Everyone is accounted for.
Except for him.
I saw Mister McNugget look at .
He recognized him.
After all, I'd killed him the sa way this ti too.
--Marco
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