THE TOMB INCIDENT (Tapes #1-3, Engineer 11′s Journal: Big Moon)
[THE FOLLOWING SERIES OF ARTICLES ARE TRANSCRIPTIONS OF VARIOUS RECORDINGS (VISUAL AND AUDIO, VISUAL ONLY, AUDIO ONLY) AND PAPER DOCUMENTS COLLECTED FROM THE REMAINS OF THE NORTHERN ALASKAN “TOMB” RESEARCH CENTER 17. ALL SHARED DOCUMENTS WERE MADE PUBLICLY ACCESSIBLE ON JUNE 7, 2015 BY RUSSIAN FEDERATION AUTHORITIES. CONTEXT GIVEN WHEN NECESSARY. WE ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INCIDENTS THAT MAY DERIVE FROM YOUR VIEWING OF THESE ARTICLES]
TAPE #1 “TOASTER” 11/27
DESCRIPTION: [VISUAL AND AUDIO LOG OF A CONVERSATION BETWEEN ENGINEER 02 (HENCEFORTH REFERRED TO AS A “02″) AND A COMMON HOUSEHOLD TOASTER (HENCEFORTH REFERRED TO AS “Toaster”) THAT APPEARS TO MIMIC ENGINEER 06. THE CONVERSATION IS HELD IN THE CAFETERIA OF LAB-01 AT POINT-A. SIGNIFICANT AMOUNTS OF BLOOD ARE VISIBLE ON ALL SURFACES OF THE CAFETERIA. THE ARM OF AN UNKNOWN INDIVIDUAL IS PRESENT IN FRONT OF THE TOASTER. 02 IS EITHER VISUALLY IMPAIRED, DOES NOT NOTICE, OR DOES NOT CARE THAT A TOASTER IS MIMICKING ENGINEER 06]
02: William.
Toaster: That is 06. It’s important that we avoid using our civilian names when possible.
02: It’s been a year, 06. You can cut the serious shit now.
Toaster: I will not. What is your issue?
02: Hmm, not much, just everything.
Toaster: Your sarcasm is unnecessary and unprofessional.
02: Your sarcasm is unnecessary and unprofessional.
Toaster: Do not mock me.
02: Do not mock me. Are you a fucking robot? Everything’s gone to shit.
Toaster: You are wasting my time. What is it that you want?
02: Your assistance please.
Toaster: I need a point and a purpose. I would also appreciate cessation of your needlessly sarcastic and antagonistic tone.
02: Who the fuck do you think you are? A fucking Vulcan? Some kind of edgy anime character? I came here because I saw that someone else was alive and I thought you’d like to help me escape. But, instead you’re still obsessed with playing whatever fucking part they gave you back at Base. Here comes reality dude: it’s all gone to shit. They’ve abandoned us. Everyone you worked with for the past 12 months is fucking dead, except for me.
Toaster: 02? Can I ask you a question.
02: Wow, this is new. Ask away.
Toaster: What is anime?
02: Well, considering we basically have unlimited time here, I’ll explain to you everything you need to know about the happy medium of Japanese animation.
Toaster: I am listening.
02: Okay, here goes. Wait, I’m not going to do that because I was just fucking with you, moron.
Toaster: Wrong. It was I who was doing the expletive to you. I attempted humor on you.
02: Well, I’m not laughing.
Toaster: Neither am I. That was an exercise meant to show you how much time your humor wastes.
02: What the fuck is wrong with you?
Toaster: I can ask the same expletive to you.
02: I’m [UNINTELLIGIBLE]
[THERE IS A TWO HOUR SKIP IN FOOTAGE. THE REST OF THE FOOTAGE IS A STILL SHOT OF THE CAFETERIA. 02 IS GONE AND THE TOASTER REMAINS UNMOVED. THE LIMB IN FRONT OF IT HAS DISAPPEARED]
TAPE #2 “COLD TREK” 4/7
DESCRIPTION: [AUDIO AND VIDEO LOG OF AN ENTITY (HENCEFORTH REFERRED TO AS “Pilot”) WALKING FROM A REMOTE REGION AND TOWARD THE CAMERA MONITORING THE OUTPOST AT POINT-Q. THE PILOT IS DRESSED IN THE TYPICAL FLIGHT SUIT WORN BY MEMBERS OF THE NORTH AMERICAN CONFEDERATION’S AIR FORCE. SUCH A SUIT CANNOT PROTECT FROM THE HARSH CLIMATE OF THE REGION. APPROXIMATELY TWO HOURS PASSES AS THE Pilot WALKS FROM THE REMOTE REGION AND STANDS IN FRONT OF THE ENTRANCE TO OUTPOST. CAMERA MALFUNCTIONS AND RECORDING ENDS. THIS IS THE ONLY KNOWN VISUAL RECORDING OF THE Pilot, THOUGH THERE ARE SEVERAL WRITTEN DOCUMENTS REFERRING TO APPEARANCES OF A SIMILAR ENTITY, AND AT LEAST ONE AUDIO LOG IN WHICH IT SEEMINGLY MAKES AN APPEARANCE. NOTED MATERIALS SHALL BE SHARED - IF NECESSARY - IN THE FUTURE]
TAPE #3 “GAS STATION” 2/28
DESCRIPTION: [AUDIO AND VIDEO LOG OF ENGINEER-04 (HENCEFORTH REFERRED TO AS “04″) HAVING A CONVERSATION WITH ENGINEER-07 (HENCEFORTH REFERRED TO AS “07″ IN THE MAIN RESEARCH WING OF LAB-01 AT POINT-A CONCERNING AN INCIDENT 04 EXPERIENCED SIX MONTHS PRIOR TO THE RECORDING]
04: So, that’s when I wake up and notice that I’m fucking freezing. It’s snowing.
07: In Texas, in the middle of summer? You’re making things up.
04: I can’t believe you’re so shocked by this. I mean, what I’m going to tell you pales in comparison to what we saw in the briefings.
07: Yeah, I’m trying to play things up a bit, like old times. Remember when I was still afraid of UFOs.
04: How can I forget man.
07: Anyway, so I wake up and I’m fucking freezing. It’s snowing like crazy outside and I think I’m losing my mind. So, here I am, stranded in the middle of nowhere. Outta gas, outta food, and now it’s fucking snowing about as hard as it snows around these parts. I thought I must’ve entered purgatory. I figure I’m probably going to freeze to death no matter what happens, so I got out of the car and just started walking. Coul[ᵂᴿᴱᶜᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵂᴼᴿᴰ]dn’t feel my feet by time I found the gas station. I was so relieved. It was like finding home again. So, I explain the situation to my cashier. Says he never saw it snowing like this in his entire life. Tells me I’m lucky I still got my feet on me. Seems like a normal guy, but I think he had dementia.
04: Oh?
07: Yeah, like he starts talking about how he used to be a fighter pilot. Starts talking about his mom in a really weird way. Sounded like he was trying to be a little kid or something. Freaked me out. If I was in any other situation, I’d have beat the shit out of the guy, but y’know, huge job coming up in a few months. Plus he sorta of saved me.
04: Yup.
07: So, the next morning I wake up. There’s no snow and the place is abandoned.
04: Then what?
07: I leave.
04: That’s it?
07: Well, I found someone to fix my car.
04: What about all the spooky shit you told me would happen.
07: That was the spooky shit.
04: Sounds like your insane drunk ass hallucinated the whole thing.
07: I mean, yeah, but it’s nice to revisit it and wonder. Especially considering what we know. It could’ve meant something.
04: Doubt it.
ENGINEER 12′S JOURNAL: BIG MOON
Ice.
Ice.
Wet.
Wet.
Wet.
Dry.
Ice.
I sat in a chair near the table, but I couldn’t see or I couldn’t picture some-such object sitting in front my being. I felt, half-shattered, I had done the wrong thing. Ice, ice, wet, wet, wet, dry, ice.
Dear mom,
Hey...
M
[DRAWING OF A KITTEN]
03′s name is Elisa. I don’t know why I know this. I woke up and I just knew it. We’re not supposed to know names.
I feel stupid writing in this.
Ice.
This was a bad idea and already illegal in the first place.
Who am I writing to?
Big MOON [WRECKING WORD]
Told myself I was named 11 again so I would stop worrying.
Somehow I knew it. I knew I was lied to.
[DRAWING OF A DAISY]
[DRAWING OF A DEPICTION OF ENGINEER-11 AND KISSING A DEPICTION OF ENGINEER-02]
