Dr. Alena Carrie. Hadal Blacksite.
I've been able to secure an office I can set up shop in for now. There's spare laboratory equipment in the cupboards, the tables. Plenty of spare data here-- it's hard to come by, for some reason. I didn't think Urbanshade would have had the chance to sweep through the lock down. Something else must be collecting the research.
There has to be something about my condition somewhere... All of my work had been abducted before I was convicted as a traitor. Who knew wanting to save someone's life would land me so much deep water?-- pardon the pun, heh... I just... I just need to find where they would have put it. I can't let anyone down here know who I am.
I've met some entities. The exchanges weren't unpleasant, surprisingly. They're more curious than anything. Maybe suspicious.
There was a Z-V06 at my door earlier. A strange one, definitely looked different than the rest, but it poses no harm. It has a very shy demeanor, and it can speak. I had no idea Z-V06 instances could take other forms or possess language.
Z-317 also swam by. We had a nice chat... Oh, no no, we had more than a nice chat. It was strange, and new, and I'll have to document the experience more concisely later. But we had conversed. There's so much I didn't know about it. It can communicate using a host's brainwaves and the host's prior established understanding, knowledge, and memory in order to convey its own ideas across. Isn't that amazing?
*heavy thumping sounds can be heard, likely Z-909's tail wagging carelessly and hitting the floor and furniture behind her*
Just... just imagine what the world could achieve if we could communicate like this? The inherent understanding and feeling seen, and knowing how to communicate despite language barriers and cultures. ...I had no idea Z-317 was even sapient... I want to meet it again. As dangerous as that is I mean-- c'mon! It can melt my brain through eye contact alone. ...But... well, it's not like I have much to live for now, so I might as well go out knowing as much as I can.
There is a strange entity who calls herself Rose. She seems nice. Too nice. I am not sure how to feel of her. But she seems to run a shop of sorts. It's fascinating to note that the entities down here, Z-Class and EXR-P alike, seem to be forming their own economic culture.
I've met an EXR-P that seems to be in a similar boat as I am, experimented on and tossed away. I'd like to befriend her, or study her. I'll take what I can get.
And I've met another who has shared food with me. Ellie, I think her name was. I don't understand why people err on the side of kindness down here when the environment and situation encourages non-altruistic behavior. I hypothesize this kindness as a defense mechanism, one that offers some vague assurance of a weak sense of safety in a temporary partnership with the more sentient Z-Class. It's starting to feel more like an exploit.
There is also an art AI present in the system of the Blacksite itself. Calls itself pAInter. I didn't think Urbanshade was the fancy art gallery type. I wonder why it's here, and how much it can see, and hear, and do.... It's also surprisingly intelligent for something meant to make generative art. It had shown me one of its pieces and... I can't lie, I was floored. It reminded me when I used to have time to do hobbies that I loved. ...Hm. Well, I suppose I have time now.
Too much time.... *sighs*
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