《 ˈdi-sə-nən(t)s (Dissonance)》Entries 19-21

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19.

"Wait, like a deformity?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"No, like a fucking urban legend, Thomas! But of course it was gone by the time anyone could verify one way or another," He said this in a tightly controlled hiss.

I took a drink, he gave me a refill. "Yeah... So then we were convinced *it* --” Here, he gestured vaguely at the air. “Found a way to broadcast wirelessly. We didn't tell hardly nobody, but Old Man Lundquist had a theory about weaponized electromagnetic fields combined with an algorithm to manipulate brain waves, so we built this," he said, rising to his feet while pointing at a secure looking door behind me.

20.

Buzzing fluorescent lights clicked on as Phil led me into the neighboring room. Dominating the room was a massive mesh cage. All manner of electrical and monitoring equipment was plugged into the apparatus. "It's a --"

"Faraday Cage." I finished for him.

"You always were a damn nerd," he said. I wanted to tell him that he was, too. But I suddenly realized I didn't know the man standing before me. Not really... not anymore.

"But yeah, that's essentially right. Old Lundquist added a bunch of doodads to see if he could decipher the means of the hallucinations. Or, what we thought was, anyway."

"It didn't work?" I asked.

"Well, we thought it did... before the horrorshow upstairs. But I do know that it works for Sheeple like your dumb ass. Which is why you're going to get in it. So I can prove to you I'm real."

21.

INTERACTION LOG, 11:31, 4/7/1, REGION: OWL98223

Participating Subjects: Prodigal, Stroud

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Stroud: So get in.

Prodigal: Wait, you said the cage didn't work for the Naturals, but it works for the Upgraded?

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Stroud: Oh, it works for everyone.

Prodigal: But --

Stroud: Keep up, Sunshine. The carnage upstairs? My dead friends? That's real.

Prodigal: I don't -- are you telling me there are real monsters? Vampires and shit?

Stroud: I don't know about that. I do know that yesterday, some giant goddamn spider looking things with blades on 'em stampeded through our HQ and turned a group of hard cases into gibs. I was out on patrol when it happened, so I don't even know if those things were TRYING to kill them.

Prodigal: Jesus Christ.

Stroud: I just saw them charge through the front door and then out the back like it was nuthin'.

Prodigal: No, no, you have to be wrong. How could something --

Stroud: I don't know, Thomas. Maybe if a rogue AI that's crazier than a shithouse rat gets a holda' the entire world's top secret research and data... maybe it might just get up to some mischief!

Prodigal: We don't know that's what happened...

Stroud: I do. Now get in the cage.

Prodigal: I don't need to, I believe you, I --

[Stroud throws Prodigal into the Faraday Cage on to a cot]

Prodigal: [Inaudible]

Stroud: I'll keep watch topside. You rest yourself, and I'll be back in a few hours.

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