I am in love with the idea that the tape recorders are us because in universe I think that would be a hilarious pay off. This whole time everyone has been panicking and scared of what is controlling the tapes. What being is manifesting this staple of everything that’s ever gone wrong? The eye? No. The Web? Maybe, but it seems odd style for them. The Extinction? The End? What machinations lay behind the static and click and soft whirring?
And it ends up being us. There’s no plan. There’s no evil string pulling. There’s no answers.
We’ve literally done nothing we have control over nothing.
They find out the big bad truth and get nothing out of it, everyone is so scared of the tapes but the whole time they were just sitting there like: