# 3+ Hours of SCARY r/Nosleep Creepypastas that'll warm you up for the winter months

An episode of [CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio](https://invisiblenetwork.ai/podcast/1492008134), 27 Nov 2024, 3 h 13 min.

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## Transcript

[0:02] Speaker 1: Whoever had carved the door relished in the Anatomy of Suffering.
[0:07] Speaker 1: It was a two story tall slab of copper set
[0:10] Speaker 1: directly next to a cavern wall. Its surface carved with
[0:14] Speaker 1: a vast and complex bass relief that worried the eye.
[0:18] Speaker 1: A cloying, confusing mix of human bodies sprawling upwards in
[0:23] Speaker 1: a mound of flesh, many glancing horrified over their shoulders
[0:28] Speaker 1: or fleeing something out of frame and out of sight.
[0:33] Speaker 1: Thousands of them, starved and wretched, with gaunt faces and
[0:37] Speaker 1: sunken eyes, jutting ribs and distended bellies. There were rumors
[0:45] Speaker 1: that they moved, but only when you weren't looking. Less
[0:50] Speaker 1: than a week after its discovery, they brought it down
[0:54] Speaker 1: with explosives. We didn't really know what we'd found at
[0:58] Speaker 1: that point, although I'm sure a few of us, particularly
[1:02] Speaker 1: the religious, their suspicions the door was wrong, all wrong.
[1:10] Speaker 1: It just shouldn't have been there. Natural caverns don't go
[1:14] Speaker 1: that deep in Britain, not a thousand meters. As scientists,
[1:19] Speaker 1: we should have been excited, but we all agreed the
[1:23] Speaker 1: door was repulsive. Staring at it too long induced a
[1:27] Speaker 1: powerful urge to flee. An ancestral memory, maybe the same
[1:33] Speaker 1: way our bodies know to avoid things that crawl and slither,
[1:37] Speaker 1: things that rot and buzz and stink of death and decay.
[1:44] Speaker 1: They never told us how or why they found it,
[1:47] Speaker 1: nor why the project was classified, only that we had
[1:51] Speaker 1: to figure out what was on the other side. When
[1:55] Speaker 1: the charges finally blew, they went off like giant firecrackers,
[2:00] Speaker 1: a string of them that ran down the gateway one
[2:04] Speaker 1: by one, deafening booms that shock the entire cavern. I
[2:10] Speaker 1: was left blinking dust out of my eyes as great
[2:13] Speaker 1: machines lowered the door, now free of its couplings, to
[2:17] Speaker 1: the ground. Looking back, some details come easier than others.
[2:24] Speaker 1: The air that wafted out was hot and dry, and
[2:27] Speaker 1: I was not surprised. That seemed intuitively correct, whether I'd
[2:34] Speaker 1: admitted to myself or not. The fact was, I'd been
[2:37] Speaker 1: thinking of the door as a gateway to Hell pretty
[2:40] Speaker 1: much since I first laid eyes on it, and my
[2:43] Speaker 1: mental image of hell was oddly medieval. I expected some great,
[2:49] Speaker 1: big stones, something reminiscent of an ancient castle, rattling chains,
[2:55] Speaker 1: the wailing of the damned, the stench of sulfur God,
[3:00] Speaker 1: even little Red devils with horns and pointy tails. But
[3:06] Speaker 1: I hadn't expected shelves and books. That was the first
[3:12] Speaker 1: real thing we saw. Shelves lining the walls that had
[3:17] Speaker 1: been dug directly into the same rock as the cavern,
[3:21] Speaker 1: Shelves that rose far above our lights, so that when
[3:25] Speaker 1: we looked up there was only darkness and dust, but
[3:29] Speaker 1: no limits to the endless row and row of shelving,
[3:34] Speaker 1: every last inch covered in books. There were no gaps,
[3:39] Speaker 1: just dust and tattered spines of random sizes, leather fabric, paperback,
[3:46] Speaker 1: faded pastels, and gold leaf letters in alphabets both familiar
[3:50] Speaker 1: and strange. And it wasn't just the walls. The floor
[3:56] Speaker 1: was littered with random, head high piles of books, all
[3:59] Speaker 1: stacked like some tired librarian had gotten fed up of
[4:03] Speaker 1: finding room for them. They made a labyrinth of the place,
[4:07] Speaker 1: obscuring corners and doors, and the forward team, myself included,
[4:12] Speaker 1: progressed carefully along the stone passageway, listening and looking carefully
[4:17] Speaker 1: for some signs that would make sense of the place.
[4:21] Speaker 1: There must have been thousands of books, and that was
[4:24] Speaker 1: just in the first hallway we explored. Whenever we took
[4:29] Speaker 1: one out, we found paper so thin, it was nearly translucent,
[4:34] Speaker 1: and often inked with strange shapes and letters I couldn't
[4:37] Speaker 1: recognize otherwise it was gibberish. Not that we studied them
[4:45] Speaker 1: too longer that first day. Whenever I took one, I
[4:49] Speaker 1: returned it quickly, lifting them up. I always had the
[4:54] Speaker 1: strangest sensation that I was doing something wrong, something inappropriate.
[5:00] Speaker 1: And I didn't like the space they left behind on
[5:03] Speaker 1: the shelves, a gap like a missing tooth, the darkness
[5:08] Speaker 1: within swirling like deep waters. Safety in that place felt
[5:13] Speaker 1: like an illusion, and touching the books was at risk
[5:17] Speaker 1: of shattering it. I don't know how else to put it,
[5:20] Speaker 1: except I didn't want to do anything that might draw
[5:23] Speaker 1: attention to me. It was as if we were extremely conspicuous.
[5:29] Speaker 1: There were no sounds but those we made, our own breath,
[5:33] Speaker 1: our own footfalls, the shuffle and scuffle of out every movement.
[5:39] Speaker 1: We could even hear each other's heart beats, the discordant
[5:42] Speaker 1: but bump of several people's chests being beaten like a
[5:46] Speaker 1: broken drum set, and every now and again a racing,
[5:54] Speaker 1: a steady increase in the beats cadence as we turned
[5:57] Speaker 1: a blind corner or lifted a book just to see
[6:01] Speaker 1: what it contained, or looked up at the shadows above us.
[6:06] Speaker 1: Each of us kept having false starts, because there was
[6:09] Speaker 1: always this expectation that you were going to see something
[6:14] Speaker 1: soon any second. Now. Squeezed between two books or dangling overhead.
[6:24] Speaker 1: It took more than six hours before that corridor opened up,
[6:28] Speaker 1: and when it did, we were dumbfounded. We emerged into
[6:33] Speaker 1: a vast and terrifying mezzanine made of ancient rock, overlooking
[6:38] Speaker 1: a chasm with no visible bottom, just floor after floor
[6:43] Speaker 1: filled with shelves filled with books, millions billions, and all
[6:49] Speaker 1: along those distant walls and stories were little openings that
[6:54] Speaker 1: led to more corridors like the one we'd just emerged from,
[6:58] Speaker 1: so many that it was staring at a rough shod beehive.
[7:02] Speaker 1: To look up, or down or anywhere was to be
[7:06] Speaker 1: faced with more books than anyone could read in their
[7:09] Speaker 1: entire lifetime. We took our first break on that mezzanine.
[7:15] Speaker 1: While radios didn't go very far in that place, we'd
[7:19] Speaker 1: had the sense to carry enough wire to allow for
[7:21] Speaker 1: a hard connection, and while using that we contacted the
[7:25] Speaker 1: main research site and updated them on the situation we
[7:30] Speaker 1: were to keep going for another six hours and turn
[7:34] Speaker 1: around a day. No more was the plan. Even that
[7:39] Speaker 1: felt like too long. I wanted to leave. I wanted
[7:44] Speaker 1: to confirm that somewhere was a doorway that would lead
[7:47] Speaker 1: back to reality, because ever since I'd entered that place
[7:52] Speaker 1: it felt like I'd entered a nightmare, a place where
[7:55] Speaker 1: reality was plastic. I told myself it was simply the
[8:00] Speaker 1: scale of it, all the weirdness, But it was more
[8:05] Speaker 1: than that. The very air down there felt thin. There
[8:13] Speaker 1: were six of us, three scientists and three soldiers. The
[8:18] Speaker 1: soldiers responded to the situation with silence and an alertness
[8:23] Speaker 1: that bordered on paranoia, constantly scanning the dark with their
[8:27] Speaker 1: rifle mounted lights, flicking the beam from one high up
[8:30] Speaker 1: shelf to another, fidgeting, exchanging dark looks. In a way,
[8:38] Speaker 1: I was thankful, but it put me on edge two
[8:41] Speaker 1: and I couldn't relax at all for the first half
[8:44] Speaker 1: of our little break. I guess it was natural that
[8:48] Speaker 1: the scientists got talking. This was partly to fill the quiet,
[8:53] Speaker 1: but also partly to try and convince ourselves. We were
[8:57] Speaker 1: excited about the implications of this fine and whatever those
[9:01] Speaker 1: may be. Rewriting history archaeology on a new level, that
[9:08] Speaker 1: kind of thing. It didn't take long before we convinced
[9:12] Speaker 1: ourselves to take a closer look at those books. I'll
[9:16] Speaker 1: admit it didn't come easy, but we did a pretty
[9:20] Speaker 1: good job of convincing ourselves that we weren't really afraid.
[9:25] Speaker 1: We started slowly taking one book down, opening and then
[9:30] Speaker 1: quickly replacing it, but then with false bravery, we took
[9:35] Speaker 1: more and more came down, until each of us were
[9:39] Speaker 1: sat cross legged with several books stacked up on either side,
[9:43] Speaker 1: waiting to be read. I remember at some point I
[9:48] Speaker 1: must have grown tired and looked up from my own pile,
[9:51] Speaker 1: because I noticed Doctor Ashley muttering quietly as she traced
[9:56] Speaker 1: some words with her fingers. What if you found it's
[10:02] Speaker 1: Latin alphabet, she said, first one, I actually recognized the
[10:06] Speaker 1: letters for German. Maybe none of us were linguists, so
[10:13] Speaker 1: we were simply doing our best. But upon hearing Bay
[10:17] Speaker 1: mentioned German, one of the soldiers came over and looked
[10:20] Speaker 1: at the open page. Germanic but not German. He said,
[10:27] Speaker 1: you speak it? He nodded. My father is German, and
[10:32] Speaker 1: I don't know what that is, but it isn't German.
[10:36] Speaker 1: Is any of it familiar, Beer asked, while handing the
[10:40] Speaker 1: book to him. After a brief nod from his CEO,
[10:44] Speaker 1: Lieutenant Michael, he took it and began flicking through the pages.
[10:50] Speaker 1: I think this is the word for death, a sort
[10:53] Speaker 1: of rough misspelling. Maybe this one is. I guess it's
[10:58] Speaker 1: a bit like wanting desire. I don't know. Not all
[11:04] Speaker 1: the words seem like they're in the right context either.
[11:07] Speaker 1: So there are a variety of languages in alphabets, but
[11:11] Speaker 1: as of yet, nothing we can make sense of. What
[11:15] Speaker 1: about you any luck? Beyer asked me, and I looked
[11:19] Speaker 1: down at the book currently open in my hands. Some
[11:23] Speaker 1: kind of sybelic, maybe, I shrugged. I'm no linguist. We
[11:28] Speaker 1: definitely need doctor Sellers on the next expedition. I'm sure
[11:32] Speaker 1: he could offer some insight. What about you, doctor Rosenstein?
[11:38] Speaker 1: The third doctor and our group, A little bald man
[11:41] Speaker 1: had been sitting quietly the entire time we spoke. The
[11:47] Speaker 1: third scientist in our group, A little bald man had
[11:51] Speaker 1: been sitting quietly the entire time we spoke, frowning and
[11:55] Speaker 1: one of several books that lay open before him. I
[11:59] Speaker 1: assume he was just curious, like Bear and I Grant,
[12:04] Speaker 1: I said, trying to get his attention. Hey, Grant, have
[12:08] Speaker 1: you found anything? His silence unnerved me. He wasn't just captivated.
[12:17] Speaker 1: Sweat was prickling his forehead, and veins bulged the longest temple.
[12:22] Speaker 1: He had gone pale, and his eyes were wide, and
[12:25] Speaker 1: his lips cracked and dry. The soldiers picking up on
[12:29] Speaker 1: the same strange signals I had stood a little more upright,
[12:35] Speaker 1: Dr Rosenstein, one of them asked, nervously, doctor, can you
[12:40] Speaker 1: hear us? The nearest soldier reached out and placed a
[12:46] Speaker 1: hand on Grant's shoulder, and the little man looked up
[12:49] Speaker 1: at us like he hadn't even realized we existed until
[12:52] Speaker 1: that moment. At first I thought he was relieved, the
[12:57] Speaker 1: way he was staring at each of us with a
[12:59] Speaker 1: dumb grin on his f but I soon realized something
[13:03] Speaker 1: wasn't quite right. Oh, he said, with an anxious laugh.
[13:09] Speaker 1: Oh right, of course, his eyes darted between us. Of course, Sorry,
[13:15] Speaker 1: I didn't mean to alarm you, right, I said, Well,
[13:21] Speaker 1: we were just talking about the books Bathing's hers might
[13:24] Speaker 1: be in a kind of German or Germanic language. He
[13:28] Speaker 1: nodded like this made perfect sense. Yes, you imagine, so,
[13:34] Speaker 1: he replied, while looking around the shelves that towered over us.
[13:38] Speaker 1: Lots of languages, I'd say, And then, without really missing
[13:42] Speaker 1: a beat, he added, they are sins. The group fell
[13:49] Speaker 1: into silence as each of us tried to make sense
[13:53] Speaker 1: of what he just said. In the meantime, he stood
[13:57] Speaker 1: up and stretched like it was the most natural thing
[14:00] Speaker 1: in the world. What are you on about, I said,
[14:05] Speaker 1: once it became clear he wasn't going to elaborate. It's
[14:09] Speaker 1: fairly obvious where we are, he said, while leaning forward
[14:13] Speaker 1: and eyeing us darkly. And these books are a list
[14:17] Speaker 1: of all our sins, one for each of us. So
[14:21] Speaker 1: there will be books in German, both contemporary and historic German,
[14:26] Speaker 1: like the one you found, doctor Ashling. But there will
[14:29] Speaker 1: also be books in Russian and French, and Arabic and Chinese,
[14:33] Speaker 1: not just contemporary tongues, either ancient Egyptian, Venician, Babylonian, Aramaic, Latin,
[14:41] Speaker 1: and of course lost languages, ones that we never found
[14:45] Speaker 1: but existed anyway, All of them, all the transgressions of
[14:50] Speaker 1: the world, are right here, recorded in the sinner's original tongue.
[14:57] Speaker 1: By now, the soldiers had stepped a little closer and
[15:01] Speaker 1: Bierre and I were sharing deeply worried looks. Grant seemed
[15:06] Speaker 1: to be in the middle of breaking down, speaking frantically
[15:09] Speaker 1: and anxiously, convinced of his own meaning. We're not really
[15:13] Speaker 1: saying anything of sense. Grant, I think we need to
[15:18] Speaker 1: go back. The real fun thing is that I think
[15:22] Speaker 1: you'll find books in languages that don't exist yet, he blurted.
[15:27] Speaker 1: This isn't just a record of sins in the past,
[15:30] Speaker 1: but all of them, every last one, even the ones
[15:34] Speaker 1: we haven't committed yet. Grant, I'm going to have one
[15:38] Speaker 1: of the men go back with you. If that's okay,
[15:42] Speaker 1: I think you might not. These are mine, he said,
[15:46] Speaker 1: or gesturing to a book in his hand, All of them,
[15:50] Speaker 1: he laughed. Not just the things I did petty transgressions
[15:55] Speaker 1: or recorded with names and places and even little diagrams.
[16:00] Speaker 1: But there are even sins I only ever thought, things
[16:03] Speaker 1: I wanted to do, and he added, while giggling hysterically,
[16:10] Speaker 1: sins I've yet to commit. He flicked through the pages
[16:15] Speaker 1: at random and giggled moniacally at something only he could see,
[16:20] Speaker 1: Although there aren't many, he cackled as he turned to
[16:24] Speaker 1: the final page, tears welling in his eyes. Just one, actually,
[16:29] Speaker 1: the last one, the last sin I'll ever commit. Grant,
[16:35] Speaker 1: I said, I think you. Before any of us could react,
[16:40] Speaker 1: he dropped the book and took a running leap over
[16:44] Speaker 1: the nearest edge. This is the way we came, right,
[16:49] Speaker 1: Beer stood at the threshold of a corridor, a light
[16:52] Speaker 1: tracking wire that snaked into the darkness. That's the cable
[16:56] Speaker 1: we carried in here with us, one of the soldiers said.
[17:00] Speaker 1: But the young man looked over to his CEO, Lieutenant Michael,
[17:05] Speaker 1: who had a compass in hand and didn't look happy.
[17:09] Speaker 1: It's not the direction we came, the older man said.
[17:13] Speaker 1: We came south, so we need to head north. That
[17:16] Speaker 1: would be this doorway. He nodded at a second corridor
[17:21] Speaker 1: embedded in the rock wall. This has to be the way,
[17:26] Speaker 1: Bia said. I trust this cable a hell of a
[17:28] Speaker 1: lot more than I do a compass. Anything could be
[17:31] Speaker 1: interfering with that thing. Besides, we know the cable leads
[17:35] Speaker 1: the HQ because it's working. We spoke to them only
[17:38] Speaker 1: a few minutes ago. By this wire, it has to
[17:42] Speaker 1: lead out of here, and that makes sense, I added,
[17:46] Speaker 1: But I marked the way we left with a piece
[17:48] Speaker 1: of chalk and that mark is over here. I pointed
[17:53] Speaker 1: to a third doorway. Damn, Michael muttered, regardless, I vote wire,
[18:01] Speaker 1: Bear said, I trust it the most. It's a physical connection.
[18:07] Speaker 1: I guess I vote wire too. Mike glided me too.
[18:12] Speaker 1: But what do we do if we're wrong? I asked?
[18:15] Speaker 1: What does that even mean? Did something move the wire
[18:18] Speaker 1: or the door? We all went silent for a few
[18:22] Speaker 1: moments as we contemplated this. When nobody offered up an answer,
[18:27] Speaker 1: I eventually grabbed my back back and hauled it up.
[18:31] Speaker 1: I guess we don't have much of a choice either way,
[18:35] Speaker 1: I said, Do you really think there's a book in
[18:38] Speaker 1: here for everyone? He asked, and it was the first
[18:42] Speaker 1: any of us had spoken in a few hours. So far.
[18:47] Speaker 1: We had all been walking, fixated on the gloom ahead
[18:50] Speaker 1: and behind us, watching carefully for some sign that our
[18:54] Speaker 1: fevered imaginations were right to suspect something lurking in the dark.
[19:00] Speaker 1: Grant seemed to think so, I said, then, what are
[19:04] Speaker 1: the odds he picked out his own book? I mean,
[19:08] Speaker 1: if he's right that there are what a hundred billion
[19:11] Speaker 1: bucks or so more? I replied, if he's right about
[19:16] Speaker 1: the library containing future sins as well as past pretty
[19:21] Speaker 1: slim heards. Then she added, what are you thinking if
[19:26] Speaker 1: he did find it here? I don't think it was
[19:29] Speaker 1: a coincidence, she said. Up ahead, one of the soldiers
[19:35] Speaker 1: came to a sudden stop, fist raised as he muttered
[19:39] Speaker 1: something to the others, who knelt and lifted their rifles
[19:43] Speaker 1: aiming at the dark What is it, I asked, You
[19:48] Speaker 1: don't hear it, Michael called back. All of us stopped
[19:53] Speaker 1: and listened, carefully, straining to pick out some meaningful sound
[19:57] Speaker 1: from the white noise of blood rushing through our ears
[20:01] Speaker 1: and the thumping of our own hearts. Sure enough, it
[20:06] Speaker 1: was there, a gentle rustling. Without speaking. All of us
[20:12] Speaker 1: moved as quietly as we could along the corridor until
[20:16] Speaker 1: we came to the source of the strange noise. A door,
[20:22] Speaker 1: one that hadn't been there on our way in left
[20:25] Speaker 1: ever so slightly, ajar rifle raised, one of the soldiers
[20:31] Speaker 1: used the barrel to nudge it open a little further.
[20:35] Speaker 1: Oh damn, he said, his voice loud enough to send
[20:38] Speaker 1: echoes down the hall. The sound came as a shock,
[20:42] Speaker 1: and Michael pulled him back, ready to admonish. When we
[20:46] Speaker 1: all saw what had been waiting on the other side
[20:51] Speaker 1: another corridor, only this one had shelves lined not with bugs,
[20:59] Speaker 1: but severed heads, desiccated, pale and gaunt, row after row,
[21:06] Speaker 1: all sitting neatly next to one another, evenly spaced, their
[21:11] Speaker 1: skin paper white in the harsh glare of our lights,
[21:15] Speaker 1: and all of them with cloudy eyes. And they were
[21:22] Speaker 1: speaking sot of vouce, little whispers. They muttered in a
[21:29] Speaker 1: discord of wet lips, no breath, no lungs, only the
[21:34] Speaker 1: action of robbery jaws to sound out syllables and consonance.
[21:38] Speaker 1: They were lost in the rustling cacophony. The sound was horrific,
[21:44] Speaker 1: wet and dry and deeply unsettling as it worked its
[21:48] Speaker 1: way under my skin, until I felt the strangest urge
[21:52] Speaker 1: to lash out at the heads. But curiosity overrowed disgust,
[21:58] Speaker 1: and I approached one, wincing briefly when it fixed me
[22:02] Speaker 1: with its cloudy eyes, But I didn't stop. I got
[22:07] Speaker 1: close enough to see every detail of its flaking skin,
[22:11] Speaker 1: its roomy eyes, glaring at me with such strange emotion
[22:17] Speaker 1: from my own sanity, I reached out and picked it up,
[22:21] Speaker 1: noting with disgust how the stump of its neck left
[22:24] Speaker 1: mottle brow fluid on the shelf behind. I guess I
[22:29] Speaker 1: just wanted to know if it was fake. But its
[22:32] Speaker 1: skin was cold and its brow furrowed with anger at
[22:35] Speaker 1: my touch, And as soon as it was in the air,
[22:39] Speaker 1: every other head stopped their muttering and fixed me with
[22:43] Speaker 1: such foul expressions. I quickly put it back down again,
[22:48] Speaker 1: relieved when the murmuring resumed. Still, its eyes did not
[22:55] Speaker 1: leave me. What the hell? Bee whispered, What is this?
[23:02] Speaker 1: Michael asked, as he scanned the upper shelves with his
[23:04] Speaker 1: torch on and on they went as far as we
[23:09] Speaker 1: could see. What the actual hell is this? Slowly, a
[23:17] Speaker 1: strange thought began to form in my head. Blink if
[23:21] Speaker 1: you can understand me, I said, were kneeling down to
[23:25] Speaker 1: look at the head I'd picked up. Everyone else in
[23:29] Speaker 1: the group suddenly stopped what they were doing and turned
[23:31] Speaker 1: to see the result of my little experiment. Blink Okay, okay, okay,
[23:40] Speaker 1: I repeated, while trying to calm myself down. Right once
[23:45] Speaker 1: for no, twice for yes, do you understand? Blink? Blink
[23:53] Speaker 1: right okay ah. I looked to the others for suggestions.
[23:58] Speaker 1: When Bee piped up in Stea said are these books
[24:02] Speaker 1: a list of all our sins? Blink blink, one book
[24:08] Speaker 1: for one person? Blink blink. So what are you? She asked,
[24:18] Speaker 1: and this elicited a scathing look from the severed head.
[24:22] Speaker 1: He asked her, no questions, I told her. One of
[24:26] Speaker 1: the soldiers, the youngest one, the one who helped translate
[24:29] Speaker 1: the German, stepped up and spoke. Is this hell? He asked?
[24:36] Speaker 1: Blink blink? Is this your punishment? He added, blink. If
[24:45] Speaker 1: this isn't the punishment, he said, what is? All the
[24:52] Speaker 1: heads stopped them muttering and began to emit the strangest noise,
[24:57] Speaker 1: their faces twisting upwards and warping in to grotesque parodies
[25:01] Speaker 1: of joy, while their mouths moved up and down in
[25:04] Speaker 1: a particular sort of rhythm. When I realized what they
[25:07] Speaker 1: were doing, I felt a terrible sensation of cold dread
[25:11] Speaker 1: creeping down my entire body. They were laughing at us.
[25:18] Speaker 1: There was no door. The wire slipped through a tiny
[25:21] Speaker 1: hole at the base of a wall that blocked off
[25:24] Speaker 1: the corridor. All of us were stunned into silence for minutes,
[25:29] Speaker 1: until at last Lieutenant Michael shook himself free from the
[25:33] Speaker 1: shock and issued an order Davis get HQ on the line.
[25:39] Speaker 1: One of the soldiers knelt down and began to remove
[25:42] Speaker 1: the communication set from his backpack. Within a few seconds,
[25:47] Speaker 1: it was set up and he was speaking into the
[25:49] Speaker 1: headset HQ. Can you read me over? Ah? I can
[25:55] Speaker 1: read you well. I guess the wire still leads to HQ,
[26:00] Speaker 1: I said. Try checking the wall for seams. Michael told me,
[26:04] Speaker 1: see if it moves, hidden hinges us something I don't know. Then,
[26:10] Speaker 1: turning back to the soldier with a headset, tell them
[26:13] Speaker 1: we've encountered an obstacle and we want them to send
[26:16] Speaker 1: another team in to get us. Oh, and tell them
[26:19] Speaker 1: to bring explosives if this thing opens, I said, while
[26:25] Speaker 1: running my hand along the edges, I can't see how.
[26:29] Speaker 1: It's pretty solid. Unlike every other wall we'd seen so far,
[26:35] Speaker 1: this one was made of red bricks. But that didn't
[26:38] Speaker 1: mean it was somehow mobile either. It seemed as sturdy
[26:42] Speaker 1: as any brick wall i'd come across. Well, it came
[26:46] Speaker 1: from somewhere, B cried, while trying to peer through the
[26:50] Speaker 1: hole the wire disappeared through. Damn it, I can't see
[26:54] Speaker 1: anything HQ. The soldier said, We're going to need some assistance.
[26:59] Speaker 1: There's an obstacle over Roger there. What's the obstacle a wall?
[27:08] Speaker 1: He replied, Tell the next team to bring explosives over
[27:13] Speaker 1: a wall. Just send the team asap. The soldier cried,
[27:19] Speaker 1: our way out is blocked over. Well, I can confirm
[27:23] Speaker 1: we are unroute to your position. Just one question, HG replied,
[27:29] Speaker 1: what's that over? The young man replied, why do you
[27:33] Speaker 1: keep saying over? Suddenly the voice changed and began to
[27:39] Speaker 1: titter and giggle, at first quietly, then louder and louder,
[27:45] Speaker 1: like a mean kid laughing at a prank. The cruelty
[27:49] Speaker 1: and his high pitched voice made my skin crawl, and
[27:52] Speaker 1: I was about to snatch the handset myself and begin
[27:55] Speaker 1: demanding answers, when there was a stranger sound, heavy grinding,
[28:02] Speaker 1: like stone turning against stone. Before I could even ask
[28:07] Speaker 1: what it was, he fell backwards from where she crouched
[28:10] Speaker 1: and quickly leaped up into a standing position and ran
[28:13] Speaker 1: off into the dark like a maniac. The effect on
[28:17] Speaker 1: the group was chilling. Then I stared back at the wall,
[28:22] Speaker 1: desperately trying to understand what I'd seen. Williams, go get her,
[28:28] Speaker 1: he barked at one of the soldiers before turning at
[28:30] Speaker 1: me and crying, what the hell is her problem? I? Ah,
[28:35] Speaker 1: I don't know, I stammered christ Michael hissed, before snatching
[28:41] Speaker 1: the handset of the confused young soldier. Listen, he crowled
[28:46] Speaker 1: into it. I don't know who you really are, but
[28:49] Speaker 1: you need to get someone in charge. Right and sound again,
[28:54] Speaker 1: loud and heavy, the grinding of heavy rocks being moved,
[28:59] Speaker 1: and tiny stones came raining down in a cloud of dust.
[29:04] Speaker 1: Something up there had disturbed them, and we all stood
[29:08] Speaker 1: in silence as they plinked off our helmets. Is it
[29:13] Speaker 1: just me, Michael said, while looking towards the wall, or
[29:18] Speaker 1: is it somehow closer? Hard to say, I replied, I don't.
[29:26] Speaker 1: The wall moved a sudden and terrifying lurch forwards, one
[29:31] Speaker 1: that startled us all and made me trip over my
[29:33] Speaker 1: own feet. Terrified, I scrambled backwards from it as fast
[29:38] Speaker 1: as I could, while the handset continued to radiate that
[29:41] Speaker 1: malicious laughter. I think we need to go, I said,
[29:46] Speaker 1: in as calm a voice as I could manage. The
[29:51] Speaker 1: wall moved again, and this time it did not stop.
[29:58] Speaker 1: The young soldier with a hand set did not react
[30:01] Speaker 1: fast enough. It came forward so quickly that it had
[30:05] Speaker 1: him within seconds and knocked him to the floor with
[30:07] Speaker 1: a heavy thumb, and then it rolled over him as
[30:11] Speaker 1: it was Well, if you're anything like me as a child,
[30:15] Speaker 1: you might have wondered what happened to someone who got
[30:18] Speaker 1: caught in an escalator at the very top. I'm sure
[30:23] Speaker 1: you know what I mean. Light was so poor, so
[30:27] Speaker 1: I still don't really understand what happened, only that there
[30:31] Speaker 1: was a lot of blood, and while it was quick,
[30:35] Speaker 1: it was not quick enough, because when the wall was
[30:38] Speaker 1: about half way up his spine, I could still see
[30:42] Speaker 1: the pain registering in his eyes. And that was the
[30:46] Speaker 1: last impression I had before Michael grabbed me by the
[30:49] Speaker 1: collar and practically threw me back the way we came,
[30:54] Speaker 1: and we ran running, plodding, one foot after another. I
[31:09] Speaker 1: don't know how long it went on for, but it
[31:12] Speaker 1: was as if time seemed to stretch on in the
[31:14] Speaker 1: way that only pain and tedium could induce. There were
[31:19] Speaker 1: moments where as I struggled to force one foot in
[31:22] Speaker 1: front of the other, I wondered if I'd actually been
[31:25] Speaker 1: running for days, not hours. There was no real way
[31:29] Speaker 1: to mark the passage of time. Only monotony books went
[31:34] Speaker 1: by in a blur. The floor was featureless stone, The
[31:38] Speaker 1: rhythmic sound of my feet lost all meaning, and behind
[31:42] Speaker 1: me the wall ever advancing with a horrible sound of
[31:47] Speaker 1: grinding rocks, promising pain and nothing else. The only thing
[31:53] Speaker 1: I could actually focus on was the exhaustion, and that
[31:57] Speaker 1: was self defeating. More than a few times I wondered
[32:01] Speaker 1: if I should just give up, and to this day
[32:05] Speaker 1: I still have nightmares where I'm being chased down that corridor.
[32:10] Speaker 1: It wasn't a quick pace, but he was quick enough,
[32:13] Speaker 1: and there were no other roots except forward, and therein
[32:17] Speaker 1: lay the torture of it. Behind me was death moving
[32:22] Speaker 1: at a brisk job, and ahead of me was nothing,
[32:27] Speaker 1: just darkness broken by erratic motion of a torch. And
[32:32] Speaker 1: the entire time, which I would later realize was a
[32:35] Speaker 1: good two hours, the only thing I could think was
[32:39] Speaker 1: when am I going to lose this fight? When am
[32:41] Speaker 1: I going to collapse or give up? Imagine my relief
[32:48] Speaker 1: when up ahead I heard a familiar voice cry out,
[32:53] Speaker 1: what is your problem? Lady? And when I saw them,
[32:57] Speaker 1: the young man held Bee by a shoulders while she
[33:00] Speaker 1: tried to drag him through an open door. That was
[33:03] Speaker 1: when I remembered the little corridor with the severed heads.
[33:07] Speaker 1: Not exactly the kind of salvation I was hoping for,
[33:10] Speaker 1: but it'd have to do together. Michael and I grabbed
[33:15] Speaker 1: both of them and threw us all through the opening.
[33:19] Speaker 1: Seconds later, far too close for comfort, the entire corridor
[33:23] Speaker 1: we'd been running through went pitch black. The wall overtook
[33:27] Speaker 1: our positions, and we were left panting and exhausted on
[33:31] Speaker 1: the floor, where thousands of severed heads looked at us
[33:34] Speaker 1: in annoyance. When we looked back the way we came,
[33:40] Speaker 1: we saw that nothing but pulsating flesh, a wall of it,
[33:45] Speaker 1: hot and sticky and threaded with sickly blue veins. I
[33:51] Speaker 1: don't know what the wall was, but something about the
[33:54] Speaker 1: meat behind the stone made me think of hungry coral.
[33:59] Speaker 1: It was a trap, Michael hissed as he inspected the
[34:02] Speaker 1: horrible mass. I don't know how, but we were led
[34:06] Speaker 1: down the wrong path. It's what the cables or something,
[34:10] Speaker 1: I don't know, but we were lowered down there like
[34:12] Speaker 1: a rat's where's Davis, the other soldier asked, he's gone?
[34:20] Speaker 1: Michael said what. The older man gestured to the wall
[34:25] Speaker 1: of meat behind us. Whatever the hell that thing is
[34:30] Speaker 1: it got him. It looked like a wall, but it
[34:33] Speaker 1: could move, and it just steamrolled him. Thanks for the warning,
[34:37] Speaker 1: by the way, He growled at Bee, but she showed
[34:40] Speaker 1: no sign of understanding him. Instead, she was sat on
[34:44] Speaker 1: the floor and shaking, clearly in a state of shock.
[34:50] Speaker 1: Where now, sir, the remaining soldier asked, and Michael grimaced,
[34:55] Speaker 1: where do you think he spat? Before gesturing at the
[34:59] Speaker 1: root Forward, the only direction that's available. The heads made
[35:04] Speaker 1: for strange companions. They followed us with their eyes but
[35:09] Speaker 1: did not stop them muttering. It was grating, to say
[35:13] Speaker 1: the least, a noise you could ignore for maybe an
[35:16] Speaker 1: hour or so, but pretty soon the papery rustle of
[35:20] Speaker 1: their ancient lips was the only thing you could focus on,
[35:23] Speaker 1: no matter how hard you tried to push it out
[35:25] Speaker 1: of your head. At least, navigation was simple. Forward, the
[35:32] Speaker 1: only way to go. We walked for about six hours
[35:36] Speaker 1: before we took our first break. The corridor was wide,
[35:40] Speaker 1: but we stayed away from their heads and slept in
[35:43] Speaker 1: a row head to feet While two of us stayed
[35:46] Speaker 1: on watch six hours each. I decided to stay up
[35:51] Speaker 1: along with Michael and b and the other soldier tried
[35:54] Speaker 1: to rest. B had barely come out of shock during
[35:58] Speaker 1: the journey. Speaking a little towards the very end, she
[36:03] Speaker 1: told us in a broken way what she'd seen while
[36:06] Speaker 1: kneeling by the wall. Teeth she said, and a face.
[36:15] Speaker 1: Although she wouldn't or couldn't elaborate on those two statements,
[36:21] Speaker 1: I was left with the sense that she had seen
[36:23] Speaker 1: something that had come down close to leaving her completely insane.
[36:28] Speaker 1: Even as it was, I doubted she had a full
[36:31] Speaker 1: recovery in her. She almost looked like a different woman,
[36:35] Speaker 1: baggy eyed, thinning hair. Or maybe he was just the
[36:40] Speaker 1: conditions down here. Michael didn't look too great either. I
[36:45] Speaker 1: had to assume I looked pretty rough too, especially after
[36:50] Speaker 1: that run. It had exhausted me, broken me, not just
[36:57] Speaker 1: the physical exertion, but the nightmare of it. The reason
[37:01] Speaker 1: I'd elected to stay and watch first was because I
[37:04] Speaker 1: didn't want to sleep. A part of me was worried.
[37:07] Speaker 1: I just dream about being back in that hallway, running
[37:11] Speaker 1: from the moving wall, and I didn't want to revisit
[37:14] Speaker 1: that place ever again, not even as a dream. There
[37:20] Speaker 1: were moments where I came so close to just giving up.
[37:24] Speaker 1: I don't think i'd ever really experienced despair like that before,
[37:29] Speaker 1: not the kind where you feel your knees buckling and
[37:31] Speaker 1: your neck turned a rubber as your head bows. It
[37:35] Speaker 1: must be what people stranded at Seafiel when they lose
[37:38] Speaker 1: their strength to keep treading water. So instead I stayed
[37:44] Speaker 1: up and tried to ignore the muttering of the heads,
[37:47] Speaker 1: even tried talking to Michael, but he didn't have much
[37:51] Speaker 1: to say. I could tell losing Davis back in the
[37:54] Speaker 1: corridor had bothered him. Hell, it bothered me, and I
[37:58] Speaker 1: hadn't even known the guy. But I swear to this
[38:02] Speaker 1: day I can still see the look on his face
[38:05] Speaker 1: as rock met flesh and his legs and hips just disappeared.
[38:14] Speaker 1: In the end, I had only these kinds of thoughts
[38:17] Speaker 1: for company, and lots and lots of time, so it
[38:25] Speaker 1: probably shouldn't come as too much of a surprise that
[38:28] Speaker 1: I eventually fell asleep. It wasn't for long, ten minutes
[38:33] Speaker 1: at most, but it was enough time for me to
[38:36] Speaker 1: wake up and see something dragged the sleeping soldier's body
[38:41] Speaker 1: into the darkness of the nearby shelf, his head lolling
[38:45] Speaker 1: unnaturally to one side. The movement was gentle, quiet, but
[38:52] Speaker 1: clumsy too, like a child pulling a rag doll stealthily
[38:56] Speaker 1: out of a box. I looked over to Michael and
[39:01] Speaker 1: saw he'd fallen asleep as well, so I nudged him
[39:04] Speaker 1: with my foot and he woke up with a sort
[39:06] Speaker 1: of lazy start. Only when he looked at me, confused
[39:11] Speaker 1: for a few short seconds before slowly registering the look
[39:14] Speaker 1: of terror on my face, that he seemed to realize
[39:17] Speaker 1: what was happening. I'm not sure what I expected him
[39:21] Speaker 1: to do, really, but he was the leader and well armed,
[39:26] Speaker 1: and I didn't want to be the one who had
[39:27] Speaker 1: to figure out what to do next, possibly because there
[39:31] Speaker 1: was a part of me tempted to just sneak off,
[39:35] Speaker 1: to leave the young man to his fate, maybe even
[39:38] Speaker 1: be if it just meant I could survive a little
[39:42] Speaker 1: bit longer. In truth, I was relieved when Michael leapt
[39:48] Speaker 1: into action immediately. I didn't want to be a coward.
[39:52] Speaker 1: He jumped up and grabbed the young man's foot, and
[39:55] Speaker 1: I ran over and grabbed the other leg, and together
[39:57] Speaker 1: we tried to pull him back. I didn't mention it
[40:02] Speaker 1: to Michael, but the way the soldier's body felt when
[40:05] Speaker 1: I grabbed it, the muscles were too relaxed too heavy.
[40:12] Speaker 1: I don't know how to explain it, but if he
[40:15] Speaker 1: ever end up in the unfortunate situation of moving a corpse,
[40:19] Speaker 1: you might know what I mean. A living body supports
[40:23] Speaker 1: itself a dead one. It's just meat and water, and
[40:29] Speaker 1: somehow feel so much heavier for it. He was dead, still,
[40:36] Speaker 1: we fought on. At some point Bee must have woken up,
[40:41] Speaker 1: realizing what was happening, and joined in. I remember her
[40:45] Speaker 1: trying to reach into the shelf to grab hold of
[40:48] Speaker 1: the dead man's arm, when she suddenly flew backwards, landing
[40:51] Speaker 1: with a hefty thud against the shelf behind her and
[40:55] Speaker 1: knocking a few of the severed heads on their little stumps.
[41:00] Speaker 1: Whatever was in the dark was clearly frustrated. It wanted
[41:05] Speaker 1: its next meal, and it wasn't going to let us
[41:08] Speaker 1: stop it. Slowly, a long inhuman arm reached out and
[41:14] Speaker 1: took a hold of the body's groin, its strange handed
[41:17] Speaker 1: fingers that split at the knuckle, one, two, three times,
[41:23] Speaker 1: a terrifying effect, especially given how much each one moved
[41:27] Speaker 1: on its own. A dinner, plaint monster of a hand
[41:31] Speaker 1: attached to a lithe and muscular forearm, devoid of hair.
[41:36] Speaker 1: The second I saw it reach out in my general direction.
[41:39] Speaker 1: I let go of the leg and fell backwards. Michael
[41:42] Speaker 1: continued struggling for a while, even taking out his pistol
[41:46] Speaker 1: and firing a few shots into the dark, but in
[41:49] Speaker 1: doing so he left only a hand to cling onto
[41:52] Speaker 1: his comrade's corpse and lost his grip with almost no effort.
[41:57] Speaker 1: The body disappeared into the shadow, and we were suddenly
[42:02] Speaker 1: down to three. What the hell, What the hell? What
[42:06] Speaker 1: the hell? He screamed. I wanted to say something, maybe
[42:11] Speaker 1: even something to comfort him, or maybe an apology for
[42:14] Speaker 1: falling asleep, but then again, he'd fallen asleep too. I
[42:19] Speaker 1: didn't know what I was meant to do. I was
[42:22] Speaker 1: in shock, and it was settling deep into me when
[42:26] Speaker 1: p said something from where she remained on the floor,
[42:30] Speaker 1: her voice quiet but oddly insistent. It isn't over. That
[42:39] Speaker 1: hand re emerged carefully, deliberately. It placed itself on the floor,
[42:47] Speaker 1: revealing more of the pale flesh that powered it, and
[42:50] Speaker 1: then came another, and another, and then its head emerged
[42:56] Speaker 1: slowly from the dark and fixed me with eyes both black, bulbous,
[43:01] Speaker 1: and far too numerous for anything that can be called human,
[43:06] Speaker 1: and its mouth, a beard made of dirty fingers, gray
[43:10] Speaker 1: and bluish, long rancid nails, hundreds of them, squirming like
[43:15] Speaker 1: mandibles of a hungry spider. Michael open fire, but he
[43:21] Speaker 1: might as well have been shooting hay for all the
[43:23] Speaker 1: effect it had. The bullet struck with the wet wap,
[43:26] Speaker 1: but no actual damage. The creature knocked him aside with
[43:31] Speaker 1: pure contempt and pulled the rest of itself out into
[43:34] Speaker 1: the corridor, where he saw it had no legs, but
[43:37] Speaker 1: instead relied on several long arms that suspend itself between
[43:41] Speaker 1: the walls of the corridor, like a kind of spider.
[43:46] Speaker 1: One of these arms reached out and grabbed a bee,
[43:48] Speaker 1: and by the time she started screaming, it was already
[43:52] Speaker 1: too late. Blood trickled from her ears, and there was
[43:56] Speaker 1: a sound like a branch snapping her entire. Her body
[44:00] Speaker 1: went limp, and the monster dropped her where she fell
[44:03] Speaker 1: to the ground, her grotesque, misshapen face glaring at me
[44:08] Speaker 1: with accusatory eyes. The lieutenant screamed as he fired yet again,
[44:14] Speaker 1: But then that thing seized him like it was nothing
[44:17] Speaker 1: but a doll and lifted him, squeezing so tightly he
[44:20] Speaker 1: dropped everything he held his gun and torch, hitting the
[44:24] Speaker 1: ground with a loud rattle. Help me, he screamed, while
[44:29] Speaker 1: reaching out for me to grab him. Jeez, shoot the thing.
[44:35] Speaker 1: I ran forward, crouching down in the hope of avoiding
[44:38] Speaker 1: its many arms. Already Michael was being squeezed so tight
[44:42] Speaker 1: that blood splurted from his mouth, and I could tell
[44:45] Speaker 1: that the monster was having fun reveling in his torment.
[44:51] Speaker 1: I reached out and picked the gun up from the
[44:53] Speaker 1: floor as Michael let her another desperate, wet cry for help,
[44:57] Speaker 1: But for some reason, my hands stopped mere inches away.
[45:04] Speaker 1: I hesitated. Michael's blood was dripping down I could hear
[45:10] Speaker 1: the crunching of his ribs. In my most shameful moment,
[45:15] Speaker 1: I grabbed the torch and ran, and Michael's cries followed me, screaming, screeching, whimpering,
[45:25] Speaker 1: sounds of breaking bones and tearing paper, sounds of torture
[45:30] Speaker 1: and torment that somehow seemed to last forever. I emerged
[45:36] Speaker 1: from the corridor alone. It took me a few seconds
[45:42] Speaker 1: of stumbling and my failing legs to realize that the
[45:45] Speaker 1: monster had given up on the pursuit, and then a
[45:49] Speaker 1: few seconds more for me to recognize. I was back
[45:52] Speaker 1: on the mezzanine, terrified and exhausted, and contemplating if it
[45:59] Speaker 1: was worth trying to escape, if he meant having to
[46:01] Speaker 1: spend another second alive in that place. I fell to
[46:05] Speaker 1: the floor and began to sob. Maybe I thought it
[46:11] Speaker 1: was time to take a dive off that ledge, just
[46:14] Speaker 1: like grantad. What on earth are you doing here? I
[46:20] Speaker 1: whipped around to see an old man in robes staring
[46:23] Speaker 1: at me like an impolite intruder. Without meaning to, I
[46:29] Speaker 1: began to laugh. My sanity, it was fair to say,
[46:35] Speaker 1: was on its final legs. Hmm, he said, while leaning
[46:40] Speaker 1: aside to get a look down the long corridor behind. Now,
[46:45] Speaker 1: why did you go down there? I wanted to answer,
[46:51] Speaker 1: but couldn't quite bring myself to do anything except a
[46:54] Speaker 1: laugh and gasp for air. I think you really ought
[46:58] Speaker 1: to go home, he said, like a teacher admonishing a child.
[47:03] Speaker 1: This place is Hell, I cried, more, rocking back and
[47:07] Speaker 1: forth my knees. Yes, he nodded, yes, good for you.
[47:13] Speaker 1: This is a small part to Hell, one that has
[47:15] Speaker 1: a slight overlap with Earth. If I remember, I'm assuming
[47:19] Speaker 1: that's how you got down here. The door what happens
[47:23] Speaker 1: to your friends anyway, he added. I looked back the
[47:28] Speaker 1: way I came and pointed. Oh, he sighed. You know
[47:34] Speaker 1: I left your books out specifically so you'd find them
[47:37] Speaker 1: and figure it out. And I know that bold fellow
[47:39] Speaker 1: worked it out. So once you knew this place was hell,
[47:43] Speaker 1: why did you waste another second sticking around? I shrugged.
[47:49] Speaker 1: I'm not quite sure what I was meant to say
[47:51] Speaker 1: to that kind of thing. We got waylaid, I gasped,
[47:56] Speaker 1: misled fair enough, he replied, probably should have done more
[48:02] Speaker 1: to make sure you got home safely. That's partly my fault.
[48:06] Speaker 1: Although I won't apologize. You entered this place, didn't you
[48:11] Speaker 1: see the door? What part of that was inviting? You
[48:15] Speaker 1: have to take some of the blame. I wanted to
[48:19] Speaker 1: mount a defense, but I didn't really have one when
[48:25] Speaker 1: it became clear the only thing I could do was
[48:27] Speaker 1: sob and mutter. The old man's body language softened and
[48:31] Speaker 1: he reached the hand out. Come on, I'll take you back.
[48:37] Speaker 1: What about the demons, I asked. The old man frowned.
[48:43] Speaker 1: Those worn't demons, he snapped. This place is defunct. Mortal
[48:48] Speaker 1: souls are meant to demonstrate repentance by wondering the near
[48:51] Speaker 1: eternal halls in search of their book. Only when they
[48:54] Speaker 1: found it were they were allowed to move on. The
[48:56] Speaker 1: whole thing didn't quite work out. Eighty six squadrillion books
[49:02] Speaker 1: takes a tad too long for the average person to
[49:04] Speaker 1: find theirs. So this entire wing was abandoned, and now
[49:08] Speaker 1: there are only sinners left behind. That thing was never human,
[49:14] Speaker 1: I cried, or pointing at the corridor I'd emerged from.
[49:18] Speaker 1: Nobody's soul looks human, he said, like it was the
[49:21] Speaker 1: most obvious thing in the world, least of all the
[49:25] Speaker 1: sort of person who gets sent to hell. This isn't
[49:28] Speaker 1: the place for people who eat meat on Friday or
[49:30] Speaker 1: cover their neighbour's ox. It's for the cruel and the malicious,
[49:34] Speaker 1: cowards and opportunists. A lot of people in this place
[49:38] Speaker 1: have souls that have more in common with anglerfish and
[49:41] Speaker 1: tracked door spiders than their fellow men. And it's not
[49:44] Speaker 1: a condition that gets better after several thousand years either.
[49:49] Speaker 1: The soul changes twists, and so do their physical forms.
[49:57] Speaker 1: And what about you, I said, as I reached up
[50:00] Speaker 1: and took his hand. Why do you look so normal? Oh?
[50:06] Speaker 1: He said, as he helped me up. That's because I
[50:09] Speaker 1: built this place. And the last thing I can remember
[50:15] Speaker 1: as he gripped me by the shoulder was the sudden
[50:18] Speaker 1: and painful sensation of heat. We woke up in our
[50:25] Speaker 1: respective quarters, we all six of us. I still don't
[50:35] Speaker 1: fully understand the mechanics. I tried asking the others how
[50:39] Speaker 1: they made it back, but they weren't in a state
[50:42] Speaker 1: to answer questions. B was catatonic, screaming and clutching her
[50:47] Speaker 1: head in the hospital like she still remembered the way
[50:50] Speaker 1: that thing crushed a skull like a grapefruit. The soldier
[50:54] Speaker 1: who fell to the wall was left paraplegic, even though
[50:58] Speaker 1: medical tests couldn't identify a single reason why. Psychological, I said.
[51:05] Speaker 1: The other soldier, the one who had been dragged into
[51:08] Speaker 1: the shelves, was comatose. I don't know if he recovered,
[51:13] Speaker 1: but he was alive. And Grant was left in a
[51:17] Speaker 1: permanent psychotic state, compelled to write on any surface he could,
[51:21] Speaker 1: over and over again, sin after sin, desperately trying to
[51:27] Speaker 1: rewrite the very book that had driven him to madness
[51:31] Speaker 1: in the first place. Michael tried very hard to kill me.
[51:39] Speaker 1: He had clear memories of being left to die in
[51:42] Speaker 1: the dark. I'm glad they caught him before he managed
[51:45] Speaker 1: to wring the life out of me with his bare hands.
[51:48] Speaker 1: I never found out what happened to him after several
[51:51] Speaker 1: men managed to pry his hands from around my throat.
[51:55] Speaker 1: Despite everything, I hope he managed some kind of recovery.
[52:01] Speaker 1: The door disappeared, thankfully, with no one on the other side.
[52:08] Speaker 1: I know they were planning future expeditions. It is for
[52:12] Speaker 1: the best that kind of thing can't happen again. They've
[52:17] Speaker 1: no idea what's waiting for them. In a way I
[52:24] Speaker 1: probably could have convinced myself the expedition never happened. Some
[52:29] Speaker 1: days even now, that's what I sincerely hope can happen.
[52:35] Speaker 1: There was no physical evidence nothing. We appeared in our beds,
[52:40] Speaker 1: completely nude, save for a note stuck to my chest.
[52:45] Speaker 1: And it's this final little touch that stood out to me,
[52:48] Speaker 1: a stern confirmation of everything I'd experienced. Returned to Sender
[52:56] Speaker 1: six mortals. Five were damaged in transit. Bodies were repaired
[53:01] Speaker 1: to the best of my ability, but I was never
[53:03] Speaker 1: good at that kind of thing. Minds are another matter.
[53:07] Speaker 1: Entirely could not help myself in one case left fellow
[53:12] Speaker 1: mortal to die in the dark. Didn't seem very sporting.
[53:16] Speaker 1: Don't let anyone say I lack a sense of humor. Otherwise,
[53:20] Speaker 1: no harm, no foul, best wishes me. My heart sank
[53:29] Speaker 1: when I heard them read it to me. It confirmed
[53:33] Speaker 1: my deepest worries. No one had been very honest with
[53:37] Speaker 1: me since I'd arrived at the hospital. They'd kept me
[53:41] Speaker 1: bandaged up, so it wasn't easy to tell. But after
[53:46] Speaker 1: I heard that note, I finally found the courage to
[53:49] Speaker 1: reach up and remove the thick wads of fabric. Then,
[53:55] Speaker 1: with shaking fingers, I finally touched my eyes, or rather
[54:03] Speaker 1: the empty sockets where they used to be. A couple
[54:18] Speaker 1: of years ago, I was dating a woman named Lynn.
[54:22] Speaker 1: She was deeply enthusiastic about alternative medicine. It was such
[54:27] Speaker 1: a strange obsession. In every other aspect, she was insightful
[54:32] Speaker 1: and critical. Hell, she was a paralegal. She just had
[54:37] Speaker 1: this one blind spot that I could never figure out,
[54:40] Speaker 1: and it was a big part of a life. We
[54:44] Speaker 1: were together for two years. During that time, she had
[54:48] Speaker 1: me try all kinds of strange treatments and experiences, things
[54:52] Speaker 1: like acupuncture, spirit healing, crystals, reiki, rolphing, and even a seance.
[54:59] Speaker 1: I may or may not I have been asked to
[55:00] Speaker 1: do aiahuasca. I went along with it because I cared
[55:04] Speaker 1: deeply for her, but the cracks in our relationship had
[55:08] Speaker 1: started to show. Turned out we wouldn't last in the
[55:12] Speaker 1: long run. But I don't want to talk about that relationship.
[55:17] Speaker 1: I want to talk about this one treatment she took
[55:20] Speaker 1: me to and how it has shaped the life I
[55:23] Speaker 1: am living today. It's a bit complicated. I'm going to
[55:30] Speaker 1: talk about step minding. It was an early Minnesota morning
[55:38] Speaker 1: and the last session that Lynn and I would attend
[55:40] Speaker 1: as a couple. We pulled into a nondescript parking lot
[55:45] Speaker 1: and Lynn led me by the hand. We had an
[55:48] Speaker 1: insane fight that morning about something I can barely remember.
[55:52] Speaker 1: I think it was the order you put in your
[55:54] Speaker 1: yogurt when eating museli. Of course you put musi in first, right,
[56:00] Speaker 1: It's like cereal. We entered a stale waiting room. The
[56:05] Speaker 1: ac must have been off for days. I could taste
[56:08] Speaker 1: the air. The only other person there was a short,
[56:12] Speaker 1: balding man who spoke to us in a vaguely European accent,
[56:16] Speaker 1: barely looking up from his iPad Stevenson's. He asked over
[56:22] Speaker 1: exposure's room for no Ah, that's not us. I said,
[56:29] Speaker 1: we're right, right, sorry, he sighed wrong day. He tapped
[56:35] Speaker 1: the screen a couple of times and nodded, step minding
[56:38] Speaker 1: couple's treatment. Still room four, thank you. He wandered off,
[56:46] Speaker 1: and I noticed he didn't have any shoes on. I
[56:50] Speaker 1: pointed it out Olynne, who elbowed me. She thought I
[56:54] Speaker 1: was being judgmental. I just thought it was strange. I
[56:58] Speaker 1: didn't want to start anything. She vehemently disagreed with my assessment.
[57:04] Speaker 1: As always, we walked up to room four. The door
[57:11] Speaker 1: was already open. It was a plain, windowless room with
[57:15] Speaker 1: a small coffee table surrounded by four basic office chairs.
[57:20] Speaker 1: There was a vase with a single blue flower. There
[57:24] Speaker 1: was a naked light bulb overhead with nothing covering it.
[57:27] Speaker 1: Before was covered in a plain gray carpet. There was
[57:31] Speaker 1: a little note on the door that urged us to
[57:33] Speaker 1: take off our shoes. Then just smiled at me as
[57:37] Speaker 1: if this explained everything. I rolled my eyes. We sat
[57:43] Speaker 1: down across from one another and waited. It didn't take
[57:47] Speaker 1: that long before a woman wandered in. She was in
[57:51] Speaker 1: the forties, wearing a sort of knitted white wall caftain.
[57:56] Speaker 1: She had a combed back, flat elvia looking hairdoo and
[58:00] Speaker 1: covered herself in rings, chains and bangles. She took her
[58:04] Speaker 1: hands smiling widely. I'm doctor Bogan, she assured us, but
[58:10] Speaker 1: please call me Jane. I wasn't feeling all too confident
[58:18] Speaker 1: about what we were about to do. Jane described the
[58:22] Speaker 1: procedure step minding was a way to connect to one
[58:26] Speaker 1: another in a new way, giving a better understanding of
[58:30] Speaker 1: what it was like to walk a mile in their shoes.
[58:34] Speaker 1: There are a couple of rules to remember before we started.
[58:38] Speaker 1: For example, once the treatment started, we couldn't get up
[58:42] Speaker 1: from our chairs. If we did, we'd get horribly nauseous. Also,
[58:49] Speaker 1: we had a sort of safety noise. If someone were
[58:53] Speaker 1: to snap their fingers three times in a sequence, that
[58:56] Speaker 1: a trigger a failsafe that brought us right back. All
[59:01] Speaker 1: in all, it seemed dard, but not like nefarious. Then
[59:09] Speaker 1: we began. Jane rhythmically snapped her fingers like someone tapping
[59:15] Speaker 1: their feet to a slow song. She spoke in a
[59:18] Speaker 1: monotone voice, asking us to look down, look at your feet,
[59:25] Speaker 1: She said, imagine the feeling of walking the way your
[59:29] Speaker 1: muscles contract and your knees bend. Think of how it
[59:33] Speaker 1: makes you feel, and imagine the sound you think your
[59:37] Speaker 1: body makes. I don't remember the exact wording of what
[59:42] Speaker 1: she told us next, but I remember how it made
[59:45] Speaker 1: me feel. Without moving, we were supposed to imagine standing up,
[59:51] Speaker 1: stepping across and through the coffee table, and sitting down
[59:56] Speaker 1: on the chair of the person on the other side,
[1:00:00] Speaker 1: spirit passing through them, occupying the same space. We were
[1:00:05] Speaker 1: to imagine looking at ourselves through the eyes of the other.
[1:00:10] Speaker 1: There was a breathing exercise following the rhythm of a
[1:00:13] Speaker 1: finger snapping. We joined our breaths, and Jane made us
[1:00:18] Speaker 1: focus on each part of our body, leading from our
[1:00:21] Speaker 1: toes up to the top of our heads. She called
[1:00:25] Speaker 1: it materializing. We kept our eyes on our feet, except
[1:00:30] Speaker 1: slowly they weren't my feet anymore. Now, look, Jane said,
[1:00:38] Speaker 1: look at yourself. I was looking down at Linde's feet,
[1:00:46] Speaker 1: but not through my eyes. I have a hard time
[1:00:52] Speaker 1: describing the first sensation of step minding. Jane's finger snapping stopped,
[1:00:59] Speaker 1: and all of a sudden, I was looking up at
[1:01:03] Speaker 1: well myself. I was sitting in Linde's chair. I was,
[1:01:10] Speaker 1: for all intents and purposes, experiencing the world as Lyn.
[1:01:15] Speaker 1: I was Lyn. My hands were smaller, more delicate. I
[1:01:21] Speaker 1: was colder, and my clothes are uncomfortable. Smell and taste
[1:01:26] Speaker 1: felt different, and I had this gnawing hunger in the
[1:01:29] Speaker 1: back of my stomach. My back ched, and I could
[1:01:33] Speaker 1: feel my long hair reaching halfway down my back. I
[1:01:38] Speaker 1: was Lyn. I can barely remember what I did. We
[1:01:43] Speaker 1: talked and touched each other's hands, reassuring one another that
[1:01:47] Speaker 1: we were actually experiencing this. Lynn was repeating the same
[1:01:52] Speaker 1: thing over and over. That's me, she said, I'm looking
[1:01:58] Speaker 1: at me, I'm you. We had a long discussion. I
[1:02:06] Speaker 1: could feel air reverberating through my throat in a strange way.
[1:02:11] Speaker 1: I spoke in Lynde's voice, and it made my next strain.
[1:02:15] Speaker 1: I had to settle myself in her body, and there
[1:02:18] Speaker 1: were so many details that just didn't click. It was
[1:02:22] Speaker 1: so hard to focus on what was being said when
[1:02:25] Speaker 1: all I could think about was the way my earrings
[1:02:27] Speaker 1: swung back and forth when I moved my head. But
[1:02:31] Speaker 1: after about an hour, Jane snapped her fingers three times
[1:02:36] Speaker 1: and I was back in my chair in the blink
[1:02:38] Speaker 1: of an eye. This is how I realized I was shortsighted.
[1:02:45] Speaker 1: Lynde's vision had been perfect. I also felt bigger, heavier.
[1:02:51] Speaker 1: Her world felt so different from mine, and while it
[1:02:55] Speaker 1: didn't explain our disagreements, it gave me some insights into
[1:03:00] Speaker 1: just how different we really were, and I made a
[1:03:03] Speaker 1: note to get new glasses. Still reading from the experience,
[1:03:09] Speaker 1: Lynn and I thanked doctor Bogan and stepped out. He
[1:03:14] Speaker 1: had a strange desording to talk in the parking lot
[1:03:18] Speaker 1: and broke up. It was oddly amicable, as if we
[1:03:24] Speaker 1: both understood that we were fundamentally incompatible. That was it,
[1:03:31] Speaker 1: no drama, just that's it. I thought about that day
[1:03:39] Speaker 1: for weeks. He was so surreal. I mean, how do
[1:03:44] Speaker 1: you go from a literal out of body experience and
[1:03:47] Speaker 1: back to work on Monday morning. You can't pretend nothing happened.
[1:03:53] Speaker 1: I wanted to understand it, like, really understand it. I'd
[1:03:59] Speaker 1: been to countless night unsensical treatments with Lynn, but this
[1:04:02] Speaker 1: one had been the real deal. There was no denying it,
[1:04:07] Speaker 1: even though I desperately tried to. A couple of weeks later,
[1:04:13] Speaker 1: I returned to doctor Bogan on my own I wanted
[1:04:17] Speaker 1: to talk to her about it, the science behind it,
[1:04:20] Speaker 1: how it functioned, how it was performed anything, and of
[1:04:25] Speaker 1: course how I had never heard of step minding before
[1:04:31] Speaker 1: I met her. On a rainy Wednesday afternoon, she sat
[1:04:35] Speaker 1: me down and had her assistant offered me a cup
[1:04:37] Speaker 1: of coffee. She explained it as calmly as she could.
[1:04:44] Speaker 1: It was complicated, but essentially she explained it as something
[1:04:48] Speaker 1: based on Raskin identity theory, the transfer of thought pattern
[1:04:53] Speaker 1: through vocal meditation, exchanging vibrations and adapting electrical patterns in
[1:04:58] Speaker 1: the brain. Every word sounded like nonsensical pseudoscience, but it
[1:05:05] Speaker 1: didn't change the fact of what I'd experienced, and at
[1:05:08] Speaker 1: the end of the day, that was the only thing
[1:05:11] Speaker 1: that really mattered. I have to see it again, I said,
[1:05:17] Speaker 1: I need to understand this funny you should say that.
[1:05:22] Speaker 1: She smiled. I think we can work something out. Jane
[1:05:28] Speaker 1: offered me a quid pro quo. She had a couple
[1:05:32] Speaker 1: of patients who could benefit from a step mining session,
[1:05:35] Speaker 1: but she needed a neutral third party to act as
[1:05:38] Speaker 1: the recipient. I seemed to be a good fit, and
[1:05:43] Speaker 1: I was skeptical, but she had a little bonus to
[1:05:46] Speaker 1: sweeten the deal. She'd pay me a handsome sum of
[1:05:50] Speaker 1: cash for each session. There's a kind of consultation fee.
[1:05:55] Speaker 1: I was a bit hesitant, but I agreed. One week later,
[1:06:00] Speaker 1: I was sat on a session with Jane and one
[1:06:03] Speaker 1: of the patients. The patient had a dissociative issue and
[1:06:07] Speaker 1: needed a step minding session to alleviate a strange obsession
[1:06:11] Speaker 1: she seemed to have with what sounded like a house planned.
[1:06:16] Speaker 1: I didn't pay too much attention. I was nervous. I
[1:06:21] Speaker 1: couldn't figure out why. Maybe it was the thought that
[1:06:25] Speaker 1: what I had experienced was real and how that would
[1:06:28] Speaker 1: force me to change the way I viewed the world.
[1:06:32] Speaker 1: If a thing like step minding exists, who's to say
[1:06:35] Speaker 1: there aren't ghosts or wizards? So I sat down with
[1:06:39] Speaker 1: a stranger and Jane started snapping her fingers. Now look,
[1:06:45] Speaker 1: she began, look at yourself. Jane used the same words,
[1:06:54] Speaker 1: the same sequence, the same rhythm, stepping out of my
[1:06:58] Speaker 1: body and into another. The difference was palpable. This time.
[1:07:04] Speaker 1: Lynn had been calm and collected, but this woman was
[1:07:08] Speaker 1: the opposite. Sitting in a body, my pulse was higher,
[1:07:14] Speaker 1: my legs were shaking, and my breathing was shallow. I
[1:07:18] Speaker 1: was physically exhausted but mentally wired. Thoughts rushing a hundred
[1:07:23] Speaker 1: different ways at once, and I didn't even know why
[1:07:28] Speaker 1: a single second in that body looking across my table
[1:07:31] Speaker 1: back at myself, and I could tell they were a
[1:07:35] Speaker 1: troubled person. I was to sit there for a while
[1:07:39] Speaker 1: as Jane had a discussion with the other patient. Instinctively,
[1:07:44] Speaker 1: I stood up to leave the room to give them privacy,
[1:07:47] Speaker 1: but I had to sit back down. My head started
[1:07:50] Speaker 1: spinning as all these unfamiliar muscles reacted to my input,
[1:07:55] Speaker 1: and I couldn't get very far. Perhaps the sitting down
[1:07:59] Speaker 1: rule was there for a reason. I sat there, trying
[1:08:03] Speaker 1: to calm down while the two of them had a discussion.
[1:08:08] Speaker 1: I was asked to put on headphones for a bit,
[1:08:10] Speaker 1: and I didn't mind. It was hard hearing anything through
[1:08:14] Speaker 1: my panting pulse anyway. As the session came to an end,
[1:08:20] Speaker 1: Jane snapped her fingers and I was back in my chair.
[1:08:25] Speaker 1: My heart rate was slower, I wasn't shaking. I was nervous,
[1:08:29] Speaker 1: but compared to the other patients, I was an obelisk
[1:08:33] Speaker 1: of relaxation. For a moment, looking across the table, I
[1:08:39] Speaker 1: could see her taking a deep breath. She was still shaking,
[1:08:44] Speaker 1: but not as much as when we started. Perhaps that
[1:08:48] Speaker 1: session gave her a new perspective on things. As the
[1:08:54] Speaker 1: patient left, I got a moment to talk to Jane alone.
[1:08:58] Speaker 1: I explained to her that if we had wheelchairs instead
[1:09:02] Speaker 1: the other patient could be rolled out during the session,
[1:09:05] Speaker 1: that I'd be more effective than using headphones. She really
[1:09:09] Speaker 1: liked that idea and suggested we try it at the
[1:09:12] Speaker 1: next session, which inadvertently answered my next question. There was
[1:09:18] Speaker 1: going to be more sessions. I worked on and off
[1:09:24] Speaker 1: with doctor Bogan for a couple of months. I usually
[1:09:29] Speaker 1: did about three to five sessions per month, netting me
[1:09:32] Speaker 1: a bonus income of about four hundred dollars per session.
[1:09:36] Speaker 1: Jane ended up getting two wheelchairs and having her assistant
[1:09:40] Speaker 1: Jonathan wheel me out while she had a conversation with
[1:09:43] Speaker 1: the other patient. I grew accustomed to it and started
[1:09:47] Speaker 1: to enjoy the sensation. It's sort of a pleasant ego death.
[1:09:53] Speaker 1: You feel more connected to the world. It was becoming
[1:09:58] Speaker 1: a steady source of secondary and come taking an afternoon
[1:10:02] Speaker 1: off to get paid for something that I ultimately enjoyed. Yeah,
[1:10:06] Speaker 1: not a bad deal. Over the upcoming weeks, I got
[1:10:12] Speaker 1: a couple more opportunities. I joined Jane and a couple
[1:10:15] Speaker 1: of out of town sessions, meeting some clients she was
[1:10:18] Speaker 1: following up on, mostly folks who needed privacy for one
[1:10:22] Speaker 1: reason or another, Folks with all kinds of strange afflictions.
[1:10:28] Speaker 1: I could probably write a book about those people alone.
[1:10:33] Speaker 1: Coming back home, Jane contacted me about doing a couple
[1:10:37] Speaker 1: of sessions where she wasn't personally involved. I was also
[1:10:41] Speaker 1: asked to be the guide a couple of times, seeing
[1:10:44] Speaker 1: as how I stepped minded so many times and could
[1:10:47] Speaker 1: recite the guiding words by heart. The pay was more
[1:10:51] Speaker 1: than double, so I agreed. I had three guiding sessions
[1:10:57] Speaker 1: on my own, one with a hippie couple who wanted
[1:11:00] Speaker 1: to experience a sort of intimacy let's just leave it
[1:11:04] Speaker 1: at that. Another session with two brothers performing a trust exercise.
[1:11:11] Speaker 1: The third one was a group of college kids who
[1:11:13] Speaker 1: wanted to debunk the whole thing, and they left sort
[1:11:17] Speaker 1: of befuddled. All in all, things were going well. Then
[1:11:24] Speaker 1: I got a call about being a neutral third party.
[1:11:27] Speaker 1: I was going to perform a switch with a patient,
[1:11:30] Speaker 1: but this time Jane wasn't involved at all. The customer
[1:11:36] Speaker 1: went straight to me. It was a group of people
[1:11:41] Speaker 1: who contacted me. They described it as their dad having
[1:11:45] Speaker 1: a disorder and they wanted to try step minding to
[1:11:49] Speaker 1: sort of reset him. That arranged their own guide, so
[1:11:54] Speaker 1: they just needed me as a neutral third party, someone
[1:11:57] Speaker 1: who wouldn't freak out about the process, as it might
[1:12:01] Speaker 1: take a couple of hours to get through to him.
[1:12:04] Speaker 1: It would be my longest session yet, but the pay
[1:12:08] Speaker 1: was good. Then I'd tried a lot of things up
[1:12:11] Speaker 1: until that point. I was ready. I met a client, Harold,
[1:12:18] Speaker 1: at his home in southern Saint Cloud. Big place, three floors,
[1:12:23] Speaker 1: gated property with both a pool and a tennis court,
[1:12:27] Speaker 1: modern architecture and heated floor tiles. The guide for the
[1:12:32] Speaker 1: evening was a cheery woman in her forties. She gave
[1:12:36] Speaker 1: off a bit of a college professor kind of vibe.
[1:12:40] Speaker 1: Apart from the client himself, there was a group of
[1:12:43] Speaker 1: four other people who seemed to be close relatives, and
[1:12:47] Speaker 1: of course there was Harold himself. The man I was
[1:12:52] Speaker 1: supposed to work with. Harold was surprisingly upbeat. I couldn't
[1:12:58] Speaker 1: see anything obviously wrong with him, which surprised me. From
[1:13:03] Speaker 1: what I understood he was in dire need of this treatment.
[1:13:07] Speaker 1: He was a man in his early sixties, but could
[1:13:10] Speaker 1: easily pass for fifty. Hell, the man had better teeth
[1:13:14] Speaker 1: than me. I could tell he must have been a
[1:13:17] Speaker 1: salesman at some point. You can tell by the smile.
[1:13:23] Speaker 1: I was introduced to the others, who introduced themselves as
[1:13:26] Speaker 1: friends and family. We hurried to the living room, where
[1:13:30] Speaker 1: a space had been prepared. We were all seated as
[1:13:34] Speaker 1: a group. The guide had prepared everything and offered me
[1:13:38] Speaker 1: a reassuring smile. She took her hands, something that Jane
[1:13:43] Speaker 1: usually didn't do. I just want to make sure we're
[1:13:47] Speaker 1: all feeling good about this, she said, we good, were good?
[1:13:53] Speaker 1: I nodded, We're good. Harold agreed, and with that the
[1:13:59] Speaker 1: session was on. The guide snapped her fingers, lowered a voice,
[1:14:04] Speaker 1: and took us down the mental road and across the table.
[1:14:10] Speaker 1: By then I knew the process, the right words, with
[1:14:14] Speaker 1: the right cadence at the right time. I sunk back
[1:14:18] Speaker 1: in my chair, looking at my feet and felt the
[1:14:22] Speaker 1: world shift. After a while, my shoes looked different, they
[1:14:28] Speaker 1: were nicer, and my pants fit me better. Slowly I
[1:14:32] Speaker 1: started to feel the reality of my borrowed body. The
[1:14:36] Speaker 1: various aches and pains, the thinning hair, the wrinkles on
[1:14:41] Speaker 1: my cheek when I blinked, I'd aged about thirty years
[1:14:46] Speaker 1: in a couple of minutes, and it would take some
[1:14:48] Speaker 1: time adjusting. Looking up and seeing myself in the opposite chair,
[1:14:54] Speaker 1: I got this anxious sting in my chest. The thought
[1:14:58] Speaker 1: crossed my mind, what if I never returned? The guide
[1:15:06] Speaker 1: excused herself and left. She'd done her job. The rest
[1:15:11] Speaker 1: was up to Harold and his associates. But as soon
[1:15:15] Speaker 1: as I heard the front door close, the air in
[1:15:18] Speaker 1: the room shifted. Harold was sitting there, looking like me,
[1:15:24] Speaker 1: stretching his arms. The others joined us, making a circle.
[1:15:30] Speaker 1: One of Harold's associates, a young woman who'd introduced herself
[1:15:34] Speaker 1: as Hope, spoke to the both of us. She could
[1:15:38] Speaker 1: easily have been his daughter. How are you feeling, she asked?
[1:15:43] Speaker 1: Everyone Okay, yeer, I nodded. You do what you gotta
[1:15:48] Speaker 1: do so this works. Harold asked this, this is it,
[1:15:54] Speaker 1: It's done, It's done, Hope smiled. Harold pulled out a gun,
[1:16:05] Speaker 1: a well polished revolver. I was the only one who reacted,
[1:16:10] Speaker 1: flinching at the sight of it. The others didn't seem
[1:16:13] Speaker 1: to care. I didn't know what to do. Should I
[1:16:17] Speaker 1: be scared? If so, why was no one reacting? So
[1:16:23] Speaker 1: then we just cut the cord. Then he said, and
[1:16:27] Speaker 1: we're good to go. Wait, what are you? They were
[1:16:31] Speaker 1: tricking me. They put me in that old body and
[1:16:34] Speaker 1: had no intention of putting me back. I held up
[1:16:38] Speaker 1: my hand and snapped my finger two times, but before
[1:16:43] Speaker 1: the third snap, I had a gun pushed against the
[1:16:46] Speaker 1: back of my head. That won't help. Hope said, we'll
[1:16:51] Speaker 1: just kill you when you're you again. It's hard to
[1:16:57] Speaker 1: describe what I felt in that moment. The fear was real,
[1:17:02] Speaker 1: but there was also a longing to go back. Being
[1:17:06] Speaker 1: out of your own body is like sleeping outside. You
[1:17:10] Speaker 1: feel exposed and maladjusted. If you know it's for a while,
[1:17:14] Speaker 1: it's not that bad. But if there's a chance you
[1:17:17] Speaker 1: can't go back, it becomes terrifying, like getting lost in
[1:17:22] Speaker 1: the woods. That's not even counting for the primal terror
[1:17:26] Speaker 1: you feel from having a gun pointed at you. Harold
[1:17:30] Speaker 1: seemed a bit confused, which made me realize that no
[1:17:33] Speaker 1: one had explained the rules to him, that we couldn't
[1:17:36] Speaker 1: get up, and that three snaps of a finger would
[1:17:39] Speaker 1: cancel the effect. I got the impression that he thought
[1:17:43] Speaker 1: this was somehow permanent. Looking at him, I could see
[1:17:48] Speaker 1: a worry spread across his face. My face. You said
[1:17:54] Speaker 1: this was permanent, he said, looking at Hope, it is,
[1:17:59] Speaker 1: as long as you don't do three finger snaps. How's
[1:18:02] Speaker 1: that gonna work? When we cut him off? You're gonna
[1:18:05] Speaker 1: have to make sure you're never around someone who snaps
[1:18:08] Speaker 1: their fingers, Harold, She smiled, that's not too much, is it.
[1:18:13] Speaker 1: Do I have to remind you that I got the
[1:18:15] Speaker 1: tapes to put you away. Harold smiled back, and that
[1:18:18] Speaker 1: if anything were to happen to me, you're done. Nothing's
[1:18:22] Speaker 1: gonna happen, Harold. Hope chuggled. Look, you're right there, safe
[1:18:28] Speaker 1: and sound. She pointed at me. It was as if
[1:18:34] Speaker 1: a light turned on in Harold's eyes. He was being
[1:18:37] Speaker 1: double crossed, just like me. In a desperate moment, he
[1:18:43] Speaker 1: raised his handgun at me. I recalled so hard that
[1:18:46] Speaker 1: I fell out of my chair, feeling my heart skipper beat.
[1:18:50] Speaker 1: Cold sweat spread across my arms, clinging to the thin
[1:18:54] Speaker 1: inner fabric of Harold's expensive blazer. But there was no
[1:19:00] Speaker 1: gun shot, just a click his gun was empty. That
[1:19:07] Speaker 1: click was the loudest sound I'd ever heard. I came
[1:19:11] Speaker 1: crumbling down to the floor, feeling the effects of the
[1:19:14] Speaker 1: first rule, don't get up. I was immediately nauseous. I
[1:19:21] Speaker 1: felt like a bobblehead as my head went one way
[1:19:24] Speaker 1: and my body another. A collapsed in a pile, trying
[1:19:28] Speaker 1: to find the magic number of blinks to make the
[1:19:30] Speaker 1: world stop spinning. You'll never get past the safety checks,
[1:19:35] Speaker 1: Howard screamed. You'll never get the backups. You hit all fingerprinted,
[1:19:40] Speaker 1: hop side, fingerprinted, biocoded, voice checked. Sorry. A man raised
[1:19:48] Speaker 1: his arm. There was no second click. Instead, there was
[1:19:53] Speaker 1: a bang. I looked up with my ears ringing, watching
[1:20:00] Speaker 1: a reflection of my dead self on the other side
[1:20:03] Speaker 1: of the coffee table. Bullet to the brain, nothing but
[1:20:07] Speaker 1: blank eyes looking back at me. My face didn't look dead,
[1:20:12] Speaker 1: It just looks sort of tired, like I was sleepy.
[1:20:19] Speaker 1: I was expecting that face to blink, but that blink
[1:20:22] Speaker 1: never came. Blood pulled at the corner of the mouth,
[1:20:27] Speaker 1: running down from the open wound at the temple. They
[1:20:32] Speaker 1: pulled me up and dragged me over to Harold's workstation.
[1:20:36] Speaker 1: They used my hand to log in I had to
[1:20:39] Speaker 1: do a voice recognition check as Hope's associates went through
[1:20:42] Speaker 1: two laptops and a smartphone. While they did, Hope sat
[1:20:46] Speaker 1: down across from me. My head was still swimming. They're
[1:20:52] Speaker 1: gonna need you, she said, and as long as you
[1:20:55] Speaker 1: play along, you'll be fine. But if you mess with me,
[1:21:01] Speaker 1: she snapped her fingers twice ice filled my veins as
[1:21:05] Speaker 1: I gripped my seat. I can't imagine something good would
[1:21:09] Speaker 1: happen if we tried this, she said, blowing her voice.
[1:21:14] Speaker 1: So how about we just really really pay attention? Hmm,
[1:21:23] Speaker 1: She explained it to me, I was done for anyone
[1:21:28] Speaker 1: in her crew could snap their fingers three times and
[1:21:31] Speaker 1: I'd be done. This also meant I couldn't perform step
[1:21:35] Speaker 1: minding again, as you need a rhythmic finger snapping as
[1:21:39] Speaker 1: part of the process. She explained the plan. They needed
[1:21:45] Speaker 1: Harold alive to slowly transfer his company shares to someone
[1:21:48] Speaker 1: else without it looking all too suspicious. They needed access
[1:21:53] Speaker 1: to his files, both immediate and over a long term.
[1:21:57] Speaker 1: They explained that they needed me around to make it
[1:22:00] Speaker 1: appear that everything was fine. In return, I get to
[1:22:05] Speaker 1: live in this amazing place with whatever comforts I could
[1:22:08] Speaker 1: ask for for the rest of my days. But if
[1:22:14] Speaker 1: I slipped up, snap, snap, snap, done, fade to black.
[1:22:23] Speaker 1: It was so surreal watching them wrap up my own
[1:22:26] Speaker 1: body in black plastic, men in tailored blazers, scrubbing the
[1:22:31] Speaker 1: floors and walls, with Bleach Hope sitting across from me,
[1:22:36] Speaker 1: rubbing her fingers together. Where do you think you'll go?
[1:22:42] Speaker 1: She asked? If I snap my fingers, where do you
[1:22:46] Speaker 1: think you'll go? I? I don't know, I stuttered, I don't.
[1:22:54] Speaker 1: Maybe you'll be fine, she shrugged. Maybe there's something nice
[1:22:58] Speaker 1: and warm on the other side, or maybe the snapping
[1:23:01] Speaker 1: doesn't even work anymore. Want to try? No, no, she smiled, No,
[1:23:10] Speaker 1: you don't. You're smarter than that, and maybe you're not
[1:23:14] Speaker 1: the gambling type. She typed the barrel of the gun
[1:23:19] Speaker 1: on Howard's mahogany desk. You can have all the parties
[1:23:23] Speaker 1: you want. You got a big bank account, she sighed,
[1:23:27] Speaker 1: But maybe be careful about inviting musical people, those who
[1:23:33] Speaker 1: stamp their feet or snap their fingers. And that was that.
[1:23:43] Speaker 1: I was left there. I had keys to a place
[1:23:47] Speaker 1: I didn't know, a phone full of numbers I didn't recognize.
[1:23:52] Speaker 1: I just stood there in the chlorine smelling house of
[1:23:55] Speaker 1: a stranger. I didn't know what to feel. Ever since
[1:24:00] Speaker 1: I started step minding, I had never considered this. It
[1:24:05] Speaker 1: was unreal. I remember looking down at my own hand,
[1:24:09] Speaker 1: not being sure if I could snap myself out of it,
[1:24:13] Speaker 1: what would happen. Over time, I got used to the nausea.
[1:24:21] Speaker 1: Nowadays it's gone. I can walk around like anyone else,
[1:24:26] Speaker 1: but I have to avoid crowds. I can't risk hearing
[1:24:31] Speaker 1: those three snaps. I watch videos with the sound off
[1:24:36] Speaker 1: and subtitles on. I only watched movies after checking the soundtrack,
[1:24:40] Speaker 1: making sure there are no snapping in the songs. Radio
[1:24:45] Speaker 1: is out of the question. You never know what you
[1:24:47] Speaker 1: might hear, and even if you do, does it work
[1:24:52] Speaker 1: hearing it through a TV or in a song? Would
[1:24:55] Speaker 1: you risk it? I won't. I can't. I don't think
[1:25:02] Speaker 1: I can ever adjust. I've thought about contacting people from
[1:25:06] Speaker 1: my old life, but I wouldn't know where to begin.
[1:25:11] Speaker 1: How do you explain this? I have to be careful
[1:25:14] Speaker 1: not to draw any attention to myself or hope and
[1:25:17] Speaker 1: her cronies might return, And if they do, well, I
[1:25:23] Speaker 1: don't know how far I could push my luck. I
[1:25:27] Speaker 1: mean I'm comfortable. Harold made close the six figures a
[1:25:32] Speaker 1: month on passive income. I've learned most things about his life.
[1:25:37] Speaker 1: He never married, he has no children, and most of
[1:25:40] Speaker 1: his contacts are passing acquaintances at best. He was a
[1:25:44] Speaker 1: lonely man, and now that's me. I spend most of
[1:25:52] Speaker 1: my days considering my options. I've thought about destroying my
[1:25:56] Speaker 1: hearing as a safety measure. Yes, going down is awful,
[1:26:02] Speaker 1: but you have no idea what it's like living with
[1:26:05] Speaker 1: the thought that a sound that can be done at
[1:26:07] Speaker 1: any time, why anyone can kill you. It's exhausting, and
[1:26:14] Speaker 1: you end up isolating yourself. I'm Harold now, screaming into
[1:26:21] Speaker 1: the void that I used to be someone else. I'm
[1:26:24] Speaker 1: sipping on a drink from a glass with my initials
[1:26:27] Speaker 1: on it. And when I go to bed at night,
[1:26:31] Speaker 1: I will do the same thing I do every night.
[1:26:35] Speaker 1: I will take a long look at myself. I got
[1:26:40] Speaker 1: better vision now Harold isn't shortsighted, but I can't look
[1:26:45] Speaker 1: at myself. I'm not there anymore. It's just Harold. I
[1:27:04] Speaker 1: floated through the narrow corridor of the Iss, the hum
[1:27:08] Speaker 1: of machinery reminding me of the delicate job of keeping
[1:27:11] Speaker 1: us alive. I am the communications officer on this mission.
[1:27:17] Speaker 1: My job is the monitor and interpret the data flowing
[1:27:21] Speaker 1: in from a new array of radio telescopes. These telescopes,
[1:27:26] Speaker 1: bolted to the exterior of the station, are designed to
[1:27:29] Speaker 1: pick up the faint signals of the Cosmos, the distant
[1:27:32] Speaker 1: pultars that might reveal secrets of the universe. Life on
[1:27:38] Speaker 1: the ISS is a dance of precision and routine. Each night,
[1:27:43] Speaker 1: I'd strap myself into my sleeping bag, floating gently in
[1:27:47] Speaker 1: my small sleeping quarters. The weightlessness was a constant reminder
[1:27:53] Speaker 1: that Earth and its gravity were hundreds of kilometers below.
[1:27:58] Speaker 1: Breakfast was always a rehydrat meal, eaten quickly before the
[1:28:02] Speaker 1: day's tasks began. My crewmates and I moved through our
[1:28:07] Speaker 1: routines with efficiency, every action measured to conserve energy and resources.
[1:28:14] Speaker 1: Becoming part of the ISS crew was driven by a
[1:28:17] Speaker 1: need to feel something beyond in my life. The raw,
[1:28:21] Speaker 1: unfielded experiences of space offered an escape I craved. In
[1:28:26] Speaker 1: the vast silence of the cosmos. I found temporary solace,
[1:28:31] Speaker 1: a way to immerse myself in something greater than me.
[1:28:35] Speaker 1: Every day I would float to the cupola, the observation
[1:28:39] Speaker 1: module my favorite spot on the ISS. The panoramic view
[1:28:45] Speaker 1: of Earth below rotating slowly, made me reflect on the
[1:28:49] Speaker 1: life I had left behind. The new telescopes were my
[1:28:53] Speaker 1: primary focus, and I spent countless hours analyzing the data
[1:28:58] Speaker 1: they captured. The telescopes were sophisticated pieces of technology designed
[1:29:04] Speaker 1: to detect the rhythmic pulses of neutron stars pulsars. These
[1:29:10] Speaker 1: dying stars emitted beams of radiation that could be detected
[1:29:14] Speaker 1: across vast distances. My role was to interpret these signals,
[1:29:20] Speaker 1: to sift through the data and find meaning in the chaos.
[1:29:25] Speaker 1: The ISS's communication systems were our lifeline, relaying back data
[1:29:30] Speaker 1: to mission control and ensuring we remained connected to Earth.
[1:29:35] Speaker 1: Our communication relied heavily on the TDRS tracking in Data
[1:29:40] Speaker 1: Relay Satellites Network, a constellation of geostationary satellites that allowed
[1:29:46] Speaker 1: almost continuous communication with Earth. Any interruption in this network
[1:29:52] Speaker 1: could mean delayed transmissions, which is why we meticulously monitored
[1:29:57] Speaker 1: our systems. So far away from safety meant every task
[1:30:03] Speaker 1: was a balance of precision and improvisation. Maintenance tasks ranged
[1:30:08] Speaker 1: from routine system checks to unexpected repairs one day, I
[1:30:13] Speaker 1: assisted the engineer Mia in repairing a malfunctioning oxygen generator.
[1:30:19] Speaker 1: Floating beside her tools, Tethered to our belts, we worked
[1:30:23] Speaker 1: in silent coordination, Meir's calm, methodical approach as reassuring her
[1:30:30] Speaker 1: hands steady as she adjusted the delicate components. The oxygen generator,
[1:30:37] Speaker 1: part of the Environmental Control and Life Support System, or
[1:30:41] Speaker 1: ECLSS for short, was crucial for converting exhaled carbon dioxide
[1:30:47] Speaker 1: back into breathable oxygen using a process called electrolysis. A
[1:30:53] Speaker 1: malfunction here could mean a critical situation, but Meir's expertise
[1:30:58] Speaker 1: kept us safe. In addition to monitoring radio telescopes, I
[1:31:04] Speaker 1: also managed the station's coup Ban communication system. This system
[1:31:09] Speaker 1: provided high speed data links to Worth, essential for transmitting
[1:31:13] Speaker 1: the vast amounts of scientific data we collected daily. Any
[1:31:19] Speaker 1: anomalies in these systems required immediate attention to avoid data
[1:31:23] Speaker 1: loss and ensure continuous communication with mission control. In the evenings,
[1:31:31] Speaker 1: we gathered in the small communal area, a makeshift living
[1:31:35] Speaker 1: room where we shared meals and stories, where Captain Jess
[1:31:40] Speaker 1: would recount early days in the space program, her voice
[1:31:44] Speaker 1: filled with the passion that had driven a hear Daniel,
[1:31:48] Speaker 1: our scientist, often discussed his latest experiments, his enthusiasm for
[1:31:53] Speaker 1: microgravity research infectious. These moments of camaraderie were precious, remind
[1:32:00] Speaker 1: us that we were not just colleagues, but a team
[1:32:03] Speaker 1: bound by a mission in isolation. However, despite the camaraderie,
[1:32:11] Speaker 1: the solitude of space had a way of creeping in.
[1:32:16] Speaker 1: Late at night, I'd find myself alone in the observation module,
[1:32:20] Speaker 1: staring out at the infinite expanse. The silence was profound,
[1:32:26] Speaker 1: the stars unblinking in the darkness. It was during these
[1:32:31] Speaker 1: quiet moments that I felt the weight of my own isolation,
[1:32:35] Speaker 1: most acutely, a contrast to the bustling life I had
[1:32:39] Speaker 1: left behind on Earth. The work on the iss was demanding,
[1:32:45] Speaker 1: but it provided a structure that helped each task. Each
[1:32:49] Speaker 1: experiment was a step towards understanding the universe and my
[1:32:54] Speaker 1: place within it. The telescopes, with their promise of discovery,
[1:32:59] Speaker 1: were both a challenge and a refuge. They allowed me
[1:33:03] Speaker 1: to lose myself in the vastness of space, to focus
[1:33:06] Speaker 1: on something beyond the confines of my own mind. Each
[1:33:14] Speaker 1: day began with a gentle nudge from my watch signaling
[1:33:17] Speaker 1: the star to my shift. I floated through the narrow
[1:33:21] Speaker 1: corridor of the communications module, where the day's data from
[1:33:25] Speaker 1: a new array of radio telescopes awaighted. I started by
[1:33:30] Speaker 1: downloading the late dispatch of data. The telescopes, equipped with
[1:33:35] Speaker 1: ultrasensitive receivers, captured the rhythmic pulses of distant neutron stars.
[1:33:41] Speaker 1: The data streamed through the ISSS S band and coupand
[1:33:45] Speaker 1: communication links, ready for analysis. The software hummed as it
[1:33:50] Speaker 1: processed the information, filtering out cosmic noise and highlighting significant patterns.
[1:33:57] Speaker 1: With the data processing underway, moved on to the daily
[1:34:01] Speaker 1: system checks. The communication system always needed to be in
[1:34:05] Speaker 1: top condition to maintain our link with Earth. I ran
[1:34:09] Speaker 1: diagnostics on the antennas, ensuring they were precisely aligned with
[1:34:13] Speaker 1: the target pulsars. Each day followed a similar pattern. I'd
[1:34:20] Speaker 1: float into the communications module, download the data, and begin
[1:34:24] Speaker 1: the analysis. I liked the observations, noting any minor deviations.
[1:34:32] Speaker 1: In the afternoon, I joined MERE to check in the
[1:34:35] Speaker 1: environmental control and life support system. We worked in silent coordination.
[1:34:41] Speaker 1: The oxygen generator was operating flawlessly. Another day, another batch
[1:34:48] Speaker 1: of data. As I downloaded the latest transmissions. I noticed
[1:34:53] Speaker 1: the faint, almost imperceptible anomaly, easy to dismiss as background
[1:34:59] Speaker 1: noise spaces filled with various sources of electromagnetic interference. After all,
[1:35:06] Speaker 1: I logged it as such and continued with my routine.
[1:35:10] Speaker 1: The analytical software filtered through the data, isolating the pulsar signals.
[1:35:17] Speaker 1: During the midday system checks, I recalibrated the antennas. It
[1:35:22] Speaker 1: was meticulous work, but necessary to maintain the integrity of
[1:35:27] Speaker 1: our data. The faint anomaly lingered in my mind, but
[1:35:32] Speaker 1: I set it aside, focusing at the tasks at hand.
[1:35:38] Speaker 1: That evening, during our briefing, I considered mentioning the anomaly,
[1:35:43] Speaker 1: but decided against it. It was too vague a source,
[1:35:48] Speaker 1: and the crew had enough to worry about. It seemed
[1:35:51] Speaker 1: too insignificant to warrant their attention. It was just a
[1:35:56] Speaker 1: minor blip in the data, nothing to be concerned about.
[1:36:02] Speaker 1: The day after began, Like the others, I floated to
[1:36:05] Speaker 1: the communications module, downloaded the data, and began my checks. However,
[1:36:12] Speaker 1: the faint anomaly was still there, a persistent whisper among
[1:36:17] Speaker 1: the rhythmic pulses. I decided to amplify the gain and
[1:36:21] Speaker 1: the receiver. Curious to sive the pattern would become clearer,
[1:36:25] Speaker 1: The signal grew more distinct, its rhythmic quality more pronounced.
[1:36:31] Speaker 1: I ran it through the software again, hoping to identify
[1:36:34] Speaker 1: its source and set off the data package. However, the
[1:36:40] Speaker 1: next day, the anomaly was slightly more pronounced. It was
[1:36:45] Speaker 1: still faint, but its consistent presence made me uneasy. I
[1:36:50] Speaker 1: amplified it further and listened closely. What I heard sent
[1:36:55] Speaker 1: a chill down my spine. It was a subtle change,
[1:37:00] Speaker 1: but amidst the cosmic noise, the anomaly seemed almost deliberate.
[1:37:07] Speaker 1: I checked the equipment for faults, running diagnostics on the
[1:37:10] Speaker 1: receivers and data processes. Everything was functioning within normal parameters.
[1:37:16] Speaker 1: I recalibrated the antennas again, ensuring though precisely aligned, but
[1:37:22] Speaker 1: the anomaly persisted. The spectral analysis revealed slight modulations in
[1:37:29] Speaker 1: the signal that suggested it wasn't entirely random. There were
[1:37:34] Speaker 1: hints of structure, though the details were too vague to decipher.
[1:37:40] Speaker 1: I captured a segment of the data and ran it
[1:37:42] Speaker 1: through a pattern recognition algorithm, hoping to decode it, but
[1:37:46] Speaker 1: the results were inconclusive. Despite the anomaly's persistent presence. It
[1:37:53] Speaker 1: didn't seem important enough to report just yet, just enough
[1:37:57] Speaker 1: to document. The data was too ambiguous and I needed
[1:38:02] Speaker 1: more of a sample size to finalize a pattern. It
[1:38:06] Speaker 1: also could have easily been a false positive or a
[1:38:09] Speaker 1: technical issue, still ignored at the back of my mind,
[1:38:14] Speaker 1: a tiny splinter of her knees that I couldn't quite shake.
[1:38:19] Speaker 1: As the days passed, I found myself thinking about the
[1:38:23] Speaker 1: anomaly more and more. Late at night, I would do
[1:38:27] Speaker 1: my routine of floating alone in the observation module. The stars,
[1:38:32] Speaker 1: once a source of wonder, now seemed indifferent, their silence
[1:38:38] Speaker 1: amplifying thoughts of the anomaly that echoed in my mind.
[1:38:45] Speaker 1: No matter what I did, the anomaly persisted, its presence,
[1:38:49] Speaker 1: gnawing at the edges of my thoughts. It kept happening
[1:38:53] Speaker 1: each time I pulled readings, and mission control did not
[1:38:57] Speaker 1: contact us about it. Mean to understand it, I used
[1:39:02] Speaker 1: the ISS's analytical software to delve deeper. Now that I
[1:39:06] Speaker 1: had enough samples to try extract the pattern. The software
[1:39:11] Speaker 1: designed for filtering out cosmic noise and identifying significant patterns
[1:39:16] Speaker 1: now took on a new level of importance. I ran
[1:39:20] Speaker 1: the anomaly. Through more complex analysises, I began to notice
[1:39:25] Speaker 1: patterns that were disturbingly intricate. As I was analyzing the data,
[1:39:32] Speaker 1: I noticed the anomaly coincided with minor electrical disturbances on
[1:39:36] Speaker 1: the iss The lights flickered and the ventilation system momentarily spotted.
[1:39:44] Speaker 1: I initially thought these were a possible cause for the anomaly,
[1:39:48] Speaker 1: but when the pattern repeated, it was impossible to ignore.
[1:39:53] Speaker 1: I documented these incidents meticulously, noting the exact times and
[1:39:58] Speaker 1: conditions under which they occurred. During one analysis session, the
[1:40:04] Speaker 1: signal's modulation suggested intelligence, structured deliberate, almost like a coded message.
[1:40:13] Speaker 1: I captured the data and ran it through advanced decryption algorithms,
[1:40:17] Speaker 1: but the results were baffling. The patterns hinted at a
[1:40:21] Speaker 1: form of communication, a concept both thrilling and terrifying. I
[1:40:29] Speaker 1: hesitated before to share my findings with the crew, but
[1:40:32] Speaker 1: I felt I had enough to present with the group.
[1:40:36] Speaker 1: When I finally did, the reception was less than enthusiastic.
[1:40:42] Speaker 1: The Captain Jess listened patiently but remained skeptical. It's probably
[1:40:48] Speaker 1: interference from another satellite, she suggested. MIA. Ever, the pragmatist
[1:40:55] Speaker 1: ren diagnostics on the station systems, attributing the disturbances too
[1:41:00] Speaker 1: SI minor equipment malfunctions. Daniel was the most intrigued, but
[1:41:05] Speaker 1: still cautious. It could be a new type of cosmic phenomenon,
[1:41:10] Speaker 1: he theorized, though it wasn't convinced there was anything more
[1:41:14] Speaker 1: than an unknown natural occurrence. Days passed and the anomaly
[1:41:20] Speaker 1: continued to manifest. I monitored it closely, noting every fluctuation
[1:41:26] Speaker 1: and pattern. The cruse skepticism began to wear on me.
[1:41:31] Speaker 1: Each time I mentioned the anomaly, I saw the doubt
[1:41:34] Speaker 1: in their eyes, and it made me question my own
[1:41:37] Speaker 1: sanity about all of this. Then, while running a routine check,
[1:41:44] Speaker 1: the anomaly coincided with a more significant power surge. The
[1:41:49] Speaker 1: lights flickered violently and the ISS's communication systems briefly went offline.
[1:41:55] Speaker 1: When the systems came back up, I noticed something new,
[1:42:00] Speaker 1: a more pronounced modulation in the signal, almost like a
[1:42:05] Speaker 1: sound trying to break through. While I was analyzing the
[1:42:10] Speaker 1: batch of data, the power surge happened again. This time
[1:42:15] Speaker 1: the anomaly was unmistakably deliberate. I amplified the signal and
[1:42:21] Speaker 1: listened intently. The modulation was clearer, almost forming sounds, though
[1:42:28] Speaker 1: they were still too distorted to understand. As I was
[1:42:33] Speaker 1: documenting this, Mia called out from another module. Alex, are
[1:42:40] Speaker 1: you hearing this? She asked, her voice tinged with confusion.
[1:42:46] Speaker 1: I floated over to her work station, where she had
[1:42:49] Speaker 1: isolated a similar signal on her equipment. It was different
[1:42:54] Speaker 1: from what I had been monitoring, yet irrely similar in
[1:42:57] Speaker 1: its rhythmic structure. The crew gathered around as we play
[1:43:02] Speaker 1: the recordings side by side. The similarities were undeniable, but
[1:43:08] Speaker 1: the source remained a mystery. Jess frowned, her skepticism all
[1:43:13] Speaker 1: but gone, replaced with concern. That evening, during our briefing,
[1:43:21] Speaker 1: the mood was tense. We discussed the anomalies in detail,
[1:43:26] Speaker 1: debating their significance and possible causes. Daniel suggested we run
[1:43:31] Speaker 1: a coordinated analysis, combining data from all our systems to
[1:43:35] Speaker 1: see if we could triangulate the source. We tried it,
[1:43:40] Speaker 1: and the coordinated effort revealed even more disturbing patterns. The
[1:43:45] Speaker 1: anomalies were not just random interference. They were consistent and
[1:43:51] Speaker 1: seemed to be increasing in frequency and intensity. We decided
[1:43:56] Speaker 1: to send a detailed report to mission control, hoping for
[1:43:59] Speaker 1: some clarification or guidance at night. As I floated in
[1:44:06] Speaker 1: the observation module, the lights flickered again, more violently than ever.
[1:44:12] Speaker 1: The entire station shuddered, as if hit by an external force.
[1:44:17] Speaker 1: My heart raised as I made my way to the
[1:44:20] Speaker 1: communications module. The anomaly was now a deafening signal, almost
[1:44:25] Speaker 1: forming coherent words. Suddenly, MIA's voice crackled over the intercom.
[1:44:31] Speaker 1: Filled with panic, I I saw myself outside. She gasped,
[1:44:39] Speaker 1: but without a suit. Her words sent a chill. Panic
[1:44:44] Speaker 1: spread quickly among the crew. It wasn't just affecting the ship,
[1:44:50] Speaker 1: it was affecting us. If Mere's hallucination was linked to
[1:44:55] Speaker 1: the anomaly, this posed a serious threat to all of us.
[1:45:00] Speaker 1: The atmosphere aboard the ISS immediately shifted from skeptical curiosity
[1:45:05] Speaker 1: to palpable fear, and things only got worse. The signals
[1:45:14] Speaker 1: began to invade my dreams. At first, they were vague,
[1:45:19] Speaker 1: unsettling images of the stars, but soon they grew more
[1:45:23] Speaker 1: vivid and disturbing. I saw visions of my past, reliving
[1:45:28] Speaker 1: moments of loneliness and loss. The dreams then twisted into dark,
[1:45:33] Speaker 1: violent scenarios where the ISS was overrun by an unknown force,
[1:45:39] Speaker 1: shadowy figures floated through the station, whispering my name, their
[1:45:43] Speaker 1: faces indistinguishable, with their presence suffocating. I woke up in
[1:45:50] Speaker 1: cold sweats. Reality was blurring. I heard the whispers in
[1:45:56] Speaker 1: the quiet harm of the station, in the white noise
[1:45:59] Speaker 1: of the ventilation system. My grip on my sanity began
[1:46:03] Speaker 1: to slip. Simple tasks became monumental challenges as I struggled
[1:46:08] Speaker 1: to focus, my mind constantly drifting. The crew noticed my
[1:46:14] Speaker 1: deteriorating state. You need to rest, Jess urged, her concern evident,
[1:46:22] Speaker 1: yet she also showed signs of mental decay. You're pushing
[1:46:26] Speaker 1: yourself too hard. But rest was impossible. The whispers had
[1:46:33] Speaker 1: become a constant companion, invading the time I set aside
[1:46:37] Speaker 1: to try to recover, their presence growing stronger, more invasive.
[1:46:44] Speaker 1: One particular night, I dreamt that the iss was falling apart.
[1:46:49] Speaker 1: The walls cracked, and the station's structural integrity failed. As
[1:46:54] Speaker 1: I floated helplessly through the disintegrating module, the whispers grew deafening,
[1:47:00] Speaker 1: a cacophony of voices screaming my name. I woke up,
[1:47:05] Speaker 1: gasping for breath, the vividness of the dream lingering like
[1:47:10] Speaker 1: a shadow over my consciousness. The boundaries between my waking
[1:47:15] Speaker 1: life and my dreams continued to blur. Each day fell
[1:47:19] Speaker 1: like a descent further into madness. The anomaly at the
[1:47:24] Speaker 1: center of my unraveling psychee. No matter how much I
[1:47:28] Speaker 1: wanted to stay away, I had to keep logging data.
[1:47:33] Speaker 1: This needed to be studied. I was caught in a
[1:47:37] Speaker 1: web of fear and an insatiable need to understand the
[1:47:41] Speaker 1: signal that seemed to hold my very sanity in its grasp.
[1:47:49] Speaker 1: The anomaly grew ever present. The electrical disturbances and unsettling
[1:47:54] Speaker 1: dreams had become a constant gnawing at my sanity and
[1:47:58] Speaker 1: the ship. One night, while analyzing more data, trying to
[1:48:03] Speaker 1: figure everything out, I intercepted a clear and direct message
[1:48:08] Speaker 1: through the ISS's communication system. The words were distorted but unmistakable.
[1:48:17] Speaker 1: We were here before you. You don't belong. My heart
[1:48:25] Speaker 1: raised as I replayed the message, trying to make sense
[1:48:28] Speaker 1: of it. The modulation of the signal was complex, layered
[1:48:32] Speaker 1: with patterns that suggested intelligence far beyond our understanding. As
[1:48:38] Speaker 1: I focused on the message, vivid hallucinations began to flood
[1:48:42] Speaker 1: my mind. I saw a different world, one that existed
[1:48:47] Speaker 1: long before humors had ventured into space, and eyes many eyes.
[1:48:56] Speaker 1: In these visions, I witnessed colossal structures floating through the word,
[1:49:00] Speaker 1: inhabited by entities whose forms defied comprehension. Everything watching me,
[1:49:08] Speaker 1: sentient or not. Their technology looked ancient yet advanced, blending
[1:49:14] Speaker 1: seamlessly with the fabric of space itself. The entities communicated
[1:49:19] Speaker 1: to the same rhythmic pulses that had been haunting me.
[1:49:23] Speaker 1: The messages a chilling warning of a forgotten past and
[1:49:28] Speaker 1: an imminent threat. The ISS felt like a fragile bubble
[1:49:33] Speaker 1: in the vastness of space, surrounded by the remnants of
[1:49:37] Speaker 1: a civilization that once dominated the Solar System. The message
[1:49:43] Speaker 1: echoed in my mind, reinforcing the sense of impending doom.
[1:49:49] Speaker 1: You don't belong. The ISS systems began to fail catastrophically.
[1:49:57] Speaker 1: The lights flickered violently, casting irre by shadows that danced
[1:50:01] Speaker 1: along the walls. The life support systems, which are crucial
[1:50:05] Speaker 1: for maintaining breathable air and stable temperature, started to malfunction.
[1:50:10] Speaker 1: The oxygen levels fluctuated, and the co two scrubbers struggled
[1:50:14] Speaker 1: to keep up. As I floated to the station, all
[1:50:18] Speaker 1: hands on deck, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched,
[1:50:23] Speaker 1: eyes on me from behind, no matter how I turned.
[1:50:28] Speaker 1: The telescopes, once instruments of discovery, now see my beacons
[1:50:33] Speaker 1: drawing in an unseen force. The calm system crackled with static,
[1:50:38] Speaker 1: punctuated by whispers that grew louder and more insistent. I
[1:50:43] Speaker 1: saw shadowy figures in the corner of my vision, their
[1:50:47] Speaker 1: forms flickering like faulty holograms. They whispered to me, their
[1:50:52] Speaker 1: voices blending with the rhythmic pulses of the anomaly. The
[1:50:57] Speaker 1: boundary between reality and hallucination dissolber, leaving me in a
[1:51:01] Speaker 1: state of perpetual terror. I sped toward the life support module,
[1:51:08] Speaker 1: hoping to stabilize the systems. The console displayed erratic readings,
[1:51:13] Speaker 1: fluctuating oxygen levels, spikes and CO two, and temperatures swinging wildly.
[1:51:20] Speaker 1: I initiated emergency protocols, overriding the automatic controls to manually
[1:51:25] Speaker 1: regulate the life support systems. My fingers flew all over
[1:51:30] Speaker 1: the interface, adjusting parameters in a desperate attempt to restore stability.
[1:51:36] Speaker 1: Despite my efforts, the whispers persisted, growing more aggressive. I
[1:51:43] Speaker 1: felt the presence closing in, urging me to open the
[1:51:46] Speaker 1: airlock and let them in. The airlock controls, normally unresponsive
[1:51:52] Speaker 1: without a deliberate command, flickered ominously, ready to be used
[1:51:57] Speaker 1: without any of the routine procedures. I packed away the
[1:52:02] Speaker 1: urge to comply with the whispers, Warring with my instincts
[1:52:05] Speaker 1: for self preservation, I floated through the observation module to
[1:52:11] Speaker 1: see if anything was actually outside, if this was all
[1:52:14] Speaker 1: just in my head, or worse, in the ship. The
[1:52:19] Speaker 1: view of the earth below, usually a source of comfort,
[1:52:23] Speaker 1: now felt like a reminder of our isolation from safety.
[1:52:28] Speaker 1: No help would come, or could come if we asked.
[1:52:33] Speaker 1: The stars outside seemed to pulse with a malevolant light,
[1:52:37] Speaker 1: the silence mocking my isolation. As I stared out into
[1:52:42] Speaker 1: the void, the hallucinations intensified. I saw the ancient entities,
[1:52:48] Speaker 1: their forms looming over the is s, their technology intertwining
[1:52:53] Speaker 1: with ours. They reached THEU with tensils of energy, probing
[1:52:58] Speaker 1: the station's defenses. I could feel their intent, a dark
[1:53:03] Speaker 1: curiosity mixed with a sense of territoriality. The communication system
[1:53:10] Speaker 1: flared to life again, broadcasting the same chilling message we
[1:53:15] Speaker 1: were here before you, you don't belong. The words reverberated
[1:53:22] Speaker 1: through the station, each repetition driving me further into madness.
[1:53:28] Speaker 1: The shadows whispered suggestively, urging me to surrender, to open
[1:53:33] Speaker 1: the airlock and let them in. I knew I was
[1:53:37] Speaker 1: losing my grip on reality. The once familiar environment of
[1:53:41] Speaker 1: the iss had become a night marriage labyrinth, filled with
[1:53:45] Speaker 1: ghostly figures and sinister whispers. The station's systems continued to fail,
[1:53:51] Speaker 1: each malfunction reinforcing the sense of impending catastrophe. The shadows
[1:53:57] Speaker 1: closed in around me. The whispers grew louder, more insistent,
[1:54:02] Speaker 1: filling my mind with a relentless chant you don't belong,
[1:54:07] Speaker 1: You don't belong. My willpower waned, the urge to open
[1:54:12] Speaker 1: the airlock becoming almost irresistible. It all had reached a
[1:54:18] Speaker 1: deafening crescendo, pushing me to the edge. In a desperate
[1:54:24] Speaker 1: bit to when the torment, I floated to the communications module,
[1:54:28] Speaker 1: my mind racing with a single desperate plan disconnect the telescopes.
[1:54:36] Speaker 1: I hesitated for a moment, my fingers hovering over the console.
[1:54:42] Speaker 1: Disconnecting the telescopes would mean losing valuable data, potentially cutting
[1:54:46] Speaker 1: off a significant part of our mission, but the station
[1:54:50] Speaker 1: was falling apart and the cruise lives are at stake.
[1:54:55] Speaker 1: I had no other choice. Jess, I need a disc
[1:55:00] Speaker 1: connect the telescopes, I said, my voice trembling. She looked
[1:55:05] Speaker 1: at me, a mix of fear and confusion in her eyes.
[1:55:09] Speaker 1: Are you sure they will stop this? It's our only shot?
[1:55:16] Speaker 1: Jess paused and thought, But now it was our only
[1:55:19] Speaker 1: desperate attempt. She reluctantly nodded. I initiated the sequence that
[1:55:27] Speaker 1: power down the telescopes. The system protested with error messages
[1:55:32] Speaker 1: and warnings about the loss of critical data. I overrode
[1:55:36] Speaker 1: each of them, my handshaking as I worked through the steps.
[1:55:41] Speaker 1: As I reached the final command, the whispers grew frantic,
[1:55:46] Speaker 1: as if they were trying to stop me. Here goes nothing,
[1:55:51] Speaker 1: I whispered to myself and disconnected the final telescope. The
[1:56:00] Speaker 1: silence was immediate and profound. The whispers ceased instantly, and
[1:56:08] Speaker 1: the station systems, which had been on the brink of
[1:56:10] Speaker 1: total failure, began to stabilize. The lights stopped flickering, and
[1:56:16] Speaker 1: the life support systems returned to normal parameters, and the
[1:56:19] Speaker 1: communication systems hummed back to life with a steady, reassuring tone.
[1:56:25] Speaker 1: Our shoulders rolled like immense weight had been lifted. The crew,
[1:56:32] Speaker 1: though shaken, began to regain control, mere work to reset
[1:56:37] Speaker 1: the environmental controls while Jessent Daniel checked the communication links
[1:56:41] Speaker 1: to mission control. The pervasive sense of doom lifted, replaced
[1:56:46] Speaker 1: by a cautious optimism. We filed a detailed incident report
[1:56:52] Speaker 1: to mission control, outlining the strange anomalies and the subsequent
[1:56:57] Speaker 1: system failures. The response swift but cryptic. The incident was
[1:57:05] Speaker 1: to remain classified. No further details were to be shared,
[1:57:10] Speaker 1: even among ourselves. The message was clear, what happened on
[1:57:16] Speaker 1: the iss would remain a mystery, shrouded in secrecy. Back
[1:57:25] Speaker 1: to my normal routine, I found myself drawn to the
[1:57:29] Speaker 1: observation module, a habit that was ingrained in me. The
[1:57:33] Speaker 1: stars outside that relaxed me before now seemed to pulse
[1:57:38] Speaker 1: with a malevolent light, a stark reminder of the ordeal
[1:57:41] Speaker 1: we had just survived. As I floated there, staring out
[1:57:47] Speaker 1: into the infinite expanse of space, a deep, unsettling fear
[1:57:52] Speaker 1: settled into my bones. The silence was almost too perfect,
[1:57:59] Speaker 1: the calm after a storm filled with an eerie sense
[1:58:03] Speaker 1: of anticipation. The crew tried to return to their routines,
[1:58:09] Speaker 1: but the experience had left us all deeply affected. Jess
[1:58:14] Speaker 1: maintained a stoic front, but I could see the haunted
[1:58:17] Speaker 1: look in her eyes. Mia threw herself into her work,
[1:58:21] Speaker 1: her hands never quite as steady as before. Daniel's enthusiasm
[1:58:26] Speaker 1: had dimmed, replaced by a quiet, contemplative demeanor. As for me,
[1:58:33] Speaker 1: I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched.
[1:58:38] Speaker 1: The stars, once a source of wonder and inspiration, now
[1:58:42] Speaker 1: seemed like silent sentinels waiting. The message we had intercepted
[1:58:50] Speaker 1: we were here before you. You don't belong echoed in
[1:58:55] Speaker 1: my mind, a chilling reminder of our encounter. I was
[1:59:01] Speaker 1: filled with the weight of unanswered questions and unresolved fears.
[1:59:08] Speaker 1: I was constantly on edge, always feeling like the whispers
[1:59:11] Speaker 1: could return at any moment, perhaps with even greater force.
[1:59:17] Speaker 1: The uncertainty of what lay beyond the veil of space
[1:59:20] Speaker 1: left us with a gnawing sense of dread. I stared
[1:59:26] Speaker 1: out at the cosmos, my mind replaying the events over
[1:59:30] Speaker 1: and over, searching for clues or signs that we had
[1:59:34] Speaker 1: missed the is S, once a beacon of human achievement,
[1:59:40] Speaker 1: now felt like a fragile outpost, and the edge of
[1:59:42] Speaker 1: an abyss the first point of contact if anything were
[1:59:47] Speaker 1: to come. Ultimately, I couldn't escape the haunting feeling that
[1:59:54] Speaker 1: we had merely glimpsed the surface of a far greater mystery.
[1:59:58] Speaker 1: The stars, with a silent, pulsing light, seemed to mock
[2:00:03] Speaker 1: my attempts to understand. The whispers had ceased, but their
[2:00:08] Speaker 1: presence lingered a shadow over my thoughts. In the end,
[2:00:15] Speaker 1: I was left with the unsettling realization that our place
[2:00:18] Speaker 1: in the universe was far from secure. The entities we
[2:00:22] Speaker 1: had encountered, whether real or imagined, had made their point clear.
[2:00:28] Speaker 1: We were intruders in a realm beyond our understanding, and
[2:00:33] Speaker 1: I carried a fear that they might return with greater
[2:00:37] Speaker 1: force and clearer intent. The is S returned to normal operations,
[2:00:46] Speaker 1: but I knew that things would never be the same.
[2:00:50] Speaker 1: The experience had left an indelible mark on all of us,
[2:00:55] Speaker 1: and I couldn't help but wonder what else lay hidden
[2:00:59] Speaker 1: in the vast, fast, uncharted depths of space, waiting for
[2:01:04] Speaker 1: us to find it, offer it to find us. The
[2:01:19] Speaker 1: cafeteria was alive with the soundscape of youth, laughter, chatter,
[2:01:26] Speaker 1: and the clattering of trays. I sat alone, eyes fixed
[2:01:31] Speaker 1: on my phone, doom scrolling endless social media feeds. It
[2:01:36] Speaker 1: was a routine I had ingrained in me and escape
[2:01:40] Speaker 1: from high school life. I was a high school junior,
[2:01:46] Speaker 1: and I liked to think of myself as a bright,
[2:01:48] Speaker 1: quiet kid who chose not to socialize to keep a
[2:01:51] Speaker 1: mysterious facade. However, that wasn't the case in reality. My
[2:01:58] Speaker 1: introverted nature often care to me in the shadows, crippling
[2:02:02] Speaker 1: me in the few chances I had to prove my
[2:02:04] Speaker 1: status in the social hierarchy. My harbies and interests didn't help.
[2:02:11] Speaker 1: Rather than sports or pop culture, I was passionate about technology,
[2:02:16] Speaker 1: coding and niche simulation games. I felt like a ghost
[2:02:22] Speaker 1: slipping between the social cracks, and time was ticking on,
[2:02:26] Speaker 1: making lasting connections that would spend a lifetime. The cafeteria
[2:02:31] Speaker 1: being the microcosm of high school society, everyone was grouped
[2:02:35] Speaker 1: into their familiar clicks. The athletes in one section, loud
[2:02:40] Speaker 1: as always. The other side housed the theater kids animatedly
[2:02:45] Speaker 1: discussing their latest production. And there I was a lone
[2:02:50] Speaker 1: figure amidst the people having fun. My phone a comforting
[2:02:55] Speaker 1: barrier between me and the world. I wished I could
[2:03:01] Speaker 1: be like them, but self doubt clung to me like
[2:03:04] Speaker 1: a shadow and oozed out of me when I tried.
[2:03:08] Speaker 1: I couldn't help comparing myself to the others, measuring my
[2:03:12] Speaker 1: worth against them. It was a constant habit that reminded
[2:03:16] Speaker 1: myself of my status. As I scrolled through my feed,
[2:03:22] Speaker 1: half listening to the conversations around me, something caught my attention.
[2:03:29] Speaker 1: A group of students at the next table over were
[2:03:32] Speaker 1: animatedly discussing some new app. It shows you but from
[2:03:37] Speaker 1: the future. One of them said, her voice bubbling with excitement.
[2:03:42] Speaker 1: It's like looking into a crystal ball. Another chimed in,
[2:03:47] Speaker 1: I saw myself in Paris working at some big fashion company.
[2:03:50] Speaker 1: I mean, it's probably nonsense, but it's fun, right. Their
[2:03:56] Speaker 1: words piqued my interest an app that could show the future.
[2:04:02] Speaker 1: It sounded crazy, but also fun. The future was something
[2:04:08] Speaker 1: that I often fantasized about, knowing how much I hated
[2:04:11] Speaker 1: the present. A hope maybe of better times ahead. It
[2:04:17] Speaker 1: was what I needed to cope with how things were
[2:04:20] Speaker 1: a glimpse of a successful future, something to hold onto
[2:04:25] Speaker 1: amidst uncertainty. The thought lingered throughout the day, at tempting
[2:04:31] Speaker 1: whisper that refused to fade. As the final bell rang
[2:04:36] Speaker 1: and the corridors entered, I found myself excited to go
[2:04:40] Speaker 1: home and try it. Even if it turned out to
[2:04:43] Speaker 1: be some benign prediction, it could inspire some hope that
[2:04:47] Speaker 1: I desperately needed. And luckily for me, I caught the
[2:04:52] Speaker 1: name of it from when I heard those girls talking
[2:04:55] Speaker 1: about it, Mirror Me. Later that evening, as the sun dipped,
[2:05:02] Speaker 1: I sat at my bed staring at the app store
[2:05:05] Speaker 1: on my phone. There it was, Mirror Me. The icon
[2:05:13] Speaker 1: glowed a simple mirror with an infinity symbol etched in
[2:05:17] Speaker 1: the center. The reviews were glowing, filled with people claiming
[2:05:23] Speaker 1: it had changed their lives. It seemed like an exaggeration,
[2:05:28] Speaker 1: but the prospect was too tenting. A siren called to
[2:05:32] Speaker 1: a future I desperately wanted to believe. My thumb hovered
[2:05:37] Speaker 1: over the download button, excitement mingling with anticipation. Taking a
[2:05:43] Speaker 1: deep breath, I tapped the screen and watched as the
[2:05:48] Speaker 1: app downloaded. Downloading the app, my mind jumped into a
[2:05:55] Speaker 1: realm of possibilities, and yet I still carried a sense
[2:05:59] Speaker 1: of skipism. It promised to show an accurate prediction of
[2:06:04] Speaker 1: my future self that updated in real time, but the
[2:06:08] Speaker 1: realist in me was always grounded to my true expectations.
[2:06:13] Speaker 1: The description was futuristic, almost too good to be true,
[2:06:18] Speaker 1: and the reviews were overwhelmingly positive. People claimed it had
[2:06:23] Speaker 1: given them a glimpse into the future, some miraculous peak
[2:06:27] Speaker 1: that had changed their lives. However, it's not hard to
[2:06:32] Speaker 1: question the intelligence of the general populace. I took a
[2:06:37] Speaker 1: deep breath, a bit more dramatic than I'd liked, and
[2:06:41] Speaker 1: opened the app. The screen flickered to life, the load
[2:06:46] Speaker 1: in Nikon's spinning for a moment before asking if i'd
[2:06:50] Speaker 1: allow the app to use my camera, which I of
[2:06:53] Speaker 1: course accepted. When it came on, It's not a picture
[2:06:59] Speaker 1: of me, then revealed an image of what looked like me,
[2:07:04] Speaker 1: but different. I blinked, and there I was. It looked
[2:07:12] Speaker 1: like I was a successful software developer, standing in a sleek,
[2:07:16] Speaker 1: modern office wearing a tailored suit that exuded confidence. My
[2:07:22] Speaker 1: future self looked assured and happy, a stark contrast to
[2:07:26] Speaker 1: how I had often felt. My heart raised with excitement
[2:07:31] Speaker 1: and disbelief. Is this really me? I whispered, reaching out
[2:07:37] Speaker 1: to touch the screen, half expecting the image to vanish
[2:07:40] Speaker 1: like a mirage, but it remained solid and enticing a
[2:07:46] Speaker 1: vision of a life I desperately wanted to believe was possible.
[2:07:51] Speaker 1: This vision filled me with a surge of motivation I
[2:07:54] Speaker 1: hadn't felt in a long time. The next day, I
[2:07:59] Speaker 1: walked into school with renewed energy, eager to take small
[2:08:03] Speaker 1: steps towards making that future her reality. I raised my
[2:08:07] Speaker 1: hand in class, giving answers, confidently feeling a thrill every
[2:08:11] Speaker 1: time I contributed. I eve enjoyed the school's coding club,
[2:08:16] Speaker 1: something I'd always wanted to do, but it had never
[2:08:18] Speaker 1: had the courage to try. My parents noticed the change
[2:08:23] Speaker 1: almost immediately. At dinner, my mum smiled at me, a
[2:08:27] Speaker 1: glint of pride in her eyes. You've been really engaged lately,
[2:08:32] Speaker 1: she remarked. It's great to see you out of your shell.
[2:08:38] Speaker 1: I couldn't help but being with pride, feeling for the
[2:08:42] Speaker 1: first time that my future might indeed be as bright
[2:08:45] Speaker 1: and promising as I'd imagined. The app had given me
[2:08:50] Speaker 1: a glimpse of a life I wanted, and I was
[2:08:53] Speaker 1: determined to work toward it, each day, bringing me a
[2:08:56] Speaker 1: step closer to that vision, as if the world had shifted,
[2:09:02] Speaker 1: opening up new possibilities I'd never dared to dream of.
[2:09:07] Speaker 1: I finally understood the hype of this app. The doubt
[2:09:11] Speaker 1: that it lingered before was fading, replaced by a newfound
[2:09:15] Speaker 1: belief in my potential. The initial excitement from using the
[2:09:22] Speaker 1: Mirror Me app started to become a routine. Every morning,
[2:09:27] Speaker 1: I would check it to see if my future self
[2:09:29] Speaker 1: had changed, hoping to catch some new info and the
[2:09:32] Speaker 1: life I was working toward. For the most part, the
[2:09:36] Speaker 1: image remained mostly the same me, successful and confident, socially
[2:09:42] Speaker 1: navigating a world I had only dreamed of. But soon
[2:09:47] Speaker 1: I began to notice small discrepancies in the reflections. It
[2:09:53] Speaker 1: started subtly, a small bruise and my future self's arm
[2:09:57] Speaker 1: that I didn't remember having. I shrugged it off, thinking
[2:10:02] Speaker 1: it was just adding details to create a narrative. In
[2:10:06] Speaker 1: the following days, however, the discrepancies became harder to ignore.
[2:10:12] Speaker 1: A faint scratch appeared in my future self's cheek, then
[2:10:16] Speaker 1: another bruise, this time more pronounced. I felt a knot
[2:10:21] Speaker 1: of anxiety seeing this unfold. I tried to shake off
[2:10:25] Speaker 1: the feeling, thinking it was just an error, but the
[2:10:29] Speaker 1: nagging sense that something was wrong wouldn't leave me. During
[2:10:34] Speaker 1: a coding club meeting, I was working on some hardware,
[2:10:37] Speaker 1: swapping around some parts. The edges of an io shield
[2:10:42] Speaker 1: are quite sharp, and while shifting something around, I caught
[2:10:46] Speaker 1: my hand on it. It was a minor injury, nothing
[2:10:50] Speaker 1: more than a sting and a bit of blood. This
[2:10:53] Speaker 1: comes with the territory, so I thought nothing of it. However,
[2:11:00] Speaker 1: later that night, I checked the app like I usually did,
[2:11:05] Speaker 1: and there it was the same cut, mirrored on my
[2:11:09] Speaker 1: future self's hand. Panic set in. I stared at the
[2:11:15] Speaker 1: cut of my hand, feeling a cold dread rising in me.
[2:11:20] Speaker 1: I was simply using the app for a boosting confidence,
[2:11:24] Speaker 1: but this bled the fantasy into the realm of reality.
[2:11:29] Speaker 1: The thought of this sent my mind spiraling. If the
[2:11:32] Speaker 1: app was accurately predicting these events, then what else could
[2:11:36] Speaker 1: it foresee? I musted as much doubt as I could,
[2:11:41] Speaker 1: but I still became anxious, unable to shake the feeling
[2:11:45] Speaker 1: that the future was closing in on me, as if
[2:11:50] Speaker 1: it was already written and waiting to unfold. I became
[2:11:55] Speaker 1: obsessed with finding answers and checked the app constantly, my
[2:12:00] Speaker 1: fingers itching to unlock the screen every spare moment. Every
[2:12:05] Speaker 1: so often a new scar or injury would appear on
[2:12:09] Speaker 1: my future visage, and each time this happened, my mind raised,
[2:12:14] Speaker 1: trying to figure out how to prevent these future misaps.
[2:12:19] Speaker 1: Sleepless nights became routine as I lay awake, staring at
[2:12:23] Speaker 1: the ceiling, replaying every decision I'd made. Each day, I
[2:12:28] Speaker 1: grew more paranoid about each decision I'd make. Though the
[2:12:32] Speaker 1: road is clear, should I cross? I need to reach
[2:12:36] Speaker 1: something off the top shelf? But is it safe? Is
[2:12:40] Speaker 1: what I'm eating? Within date, The app, once a lifeline,
[2:12:47] Speaker 1: was now a tormentor a mirror, reflecting my fears, a
[2:12:52] Speaker 1: ticking clock to a future I couldn't ignore. In quiet
[2:12:58] Speaker 1: moments alone with my thoughts, I began to realize the
[2:13:02] Speaker 1: cost of seeing the future. The blissful ignorance gone as
[2:13:07] Speaker 1: I spiraled and panic trying to avoid this future. I
[2:13:11] Speaker 1: was getting darker and darker by the day, but I
[2:13:17] Speaker 1: was still hooked, addicted to trying to right the wrongs
[2:13:21] Speaker 1: that came in droves. As the days turned into weeks,
[2:13:29] Speaker 1: my obsession with the Mirror Me app grew, and it
[2:13:33] Speaker 1: started to take a toll on my life. After every
[2:13:37] Speaker 1: decision I'd make during the day, I would check to
[2:13:40] Speaker 1: see if the future image got better or worse. Sometimes
[2:13:45] Speaker 1: I'd do something which improved it slightly, but it always
[2:13:49] Speaker 1: seemed to be on a slow decline. The confident, accomplished
[2:13:53] Speaker 1: man which inspired me was debilitating. I found myself with
[2:14:00] Speaker 1: growing from my friends and family, each interaction tinged with
[2:14:04] Speaker 1: a silent fear that something might happen to me because
[2:14:07] Speaker 1: of it. The idea of causing some unseen ripple effect
[2:14:11] Speaker 1: terrified me. Social gatherings became minefields of potential disasters. Would
[2:14:17] Speaker 1: starting a friendship with someone be the catalyst for disaster?
[2:14:21] Speaker 1: Would cut in ties with someone save me? These thoughts
[2:14:25] Speaker 1: plagued my mind. Each time I interacted with someone, I
[2:14:30] Speaker 1: started canceling plans, making excuses to avoid any outings. I
[2:14:35] Speaker 1: told myself it was for my future that I needed
[2:14:39] Speaker 1: to focus on my studies and success to try to
[2:14:42] Speaker 1: get the image back on track, but deep down I
[2:14:46] Speaker 1: knew it was because I feared what the app might reveal. Next,
[2:14:53] Speaker 1: sitting alone at lunch, I watched my friends or future
[2:14:56] Speaker 1: acquaintances from afar, Feeling a pang of life longing as
[2:15:00] Speaker 1: they laughed and joked together. I wanted to join them,
[2:15:05] Speaker 1: but untold fear held me back. I'm doing this for
[2:15:10] Speaker 1: my future, I reminded myself, like a mantra, though the
[2:15:15] Speaker 1: loneliness hung around my shoulders like a heavy cloak. I
[2:15:20] Speaker 1: buried myself in my schoolwork, hoping that academic success would
[2:15:24] Speaker 1: somehow counterbalance the growing isolation. But no matter how well
[2:15:29] Speaker 1: I performed in class, the app continued to show me
[2:15:33] Speaker 1: visions of a future that seemed increasingly bleak. What made
[2:15:38] Speaker 1: things worse was that sometimes I'd be delivered a glimmer
[2:15:42] Speaker 1: of hope, drip fed improvement in the picture. Yet it
[2:15:47] Speaker 1: was always hard to pinpoint what exactly made the change.
[2:15:51] Speaker 1: Was it something I ate, something I said, or was
[2:15:54] Speaker 1: it a thought that would inspire improvement in the far future.
[2:15:59] Speaker 1: It was impossible to tell. But these moments were far
[2:16:04] Speaker 1: and few between. Despite coping with a few times I
[2:16:08] Speaker 1: saw things improve, there was no doubt that it was
[2:16:12] Speaker 1: always in a steady decline. Slowly, my future self looked
[2:16:19] Speaker 1: increasingly isolated and unhappy. The cheerful surroundings around him, dwindling.
[2:16:25] Speaker 1: The once confident figure now appeared hollow eyes shaded with
[2:16:30] Speaker 1: the weight of solitude. My heart sank each time I
[2:16:35] Speaker 1: saw this, feeling the walls closing in around me. The
[2:16:40] Speaker 1: image of my future success fell like a cruel joke,
[2:16:43] Speaker 1: now a taunting specter of what I was sacrificing everything for.
[2:16:50] Speaker 1: I was becoming a prisoner of my own ambition, stuck
[2:16:54] Speaker 1: in a cycle that spiraled downward, getting worse no matter
[2:16:58] Speaker 1: what I did. Desperate to change this grim future, I
[2:17:04] Speaker 1: decided to take matters into my own hands. I began
[2:17:08] Speaker 1: spending hours trying to reverse engineer the app, hoping to
[2:17:12] Speaker 1: find a way to alter the predictions. I scoured online forums,
[2:17:17] Speaker 1: downloaded tools, and immersed myself in lines of code, convinced
[2:17:22] Speaker 1: that if I could understand how the app worked, I
[2:17:26] Speaker 1: could somehow change its course. But the deeper I delved,
[2:17:31] Speaker 1: the more elusive the solution became. Surrounded by error messages
[2:17:37] Speaker 1: and unyielding lines of code. I felt her creeping sense
[2:17:41] Speaker 1: of futility. This was beyond my capability. I was losing
[2:17:49] Speaker 1: myself in this, feeling more lost than ever each failed
[2:17:54] Speaker 1: attempt to crack the app's secrets. Only heightened my paranoia
[2:17:59] Speaker 1: and fed my obsession. The line between past, present and
[2:18:04] Speaker 1: future blurred, leaving me trapped in a cycle of endless uncertainty,
[2:18:10] Speaker 1: fueled by the image still degrading. Even when I changed
[2:18:14] Speaker 1: my tact, it was well and truly her curse, But
[2:18:22] Speaker 1: I couldn't bring myself to stop. The day came when
[2:18:29] Speaker 1: I could no longer ignore this cycle of doom I
[2:18:32] Speaker 1: was in. I spent too many sleepless nights trying to
[2:18:36] Speaker 1: untangle the mystery, too many days lost in anxiety, Yet
[2:18:43] Speaker 1: I still came crawling back in desperation. I opened the app,
[2:18:49] Speaker 1: always hoping it would be the last time, looking for
[2:18:53] Speaker 1: a glimmer of hope or some reassurance that the future
[2:18:56] Speaker 1: wasn't as bleaque as it predicted. As the app loaded,
[2:19:01] Speaker 1: I braced myself for what might appear. The screen flickered
[2:19:07] Speaker 1: and my heart sank. There I was a future version
[2:19:13] Speaker 1: of myself, sitting alone in a dimly lit room. The
[2:19:18] Speaker 1: walls were lined with old tech equipment screens, casting an
[2:19:22] Speaker 1: eerie glow over piles of empty take out containers. Year
[2:19:27] Speaker 1: seemed heavy, stagnant with the weight of solitude. My future
[2:19:32] Speaker 1: self looked utterly defeated, eyes hollow and filled with a
[2:19:37] Speaker 1: quiet despair. I could feel the loneliness emanating from the screen.
[2:19:45] Speaker 1: Tears welled open my eyes as I stared, Regret and
[2:19:49] Speaker 1: sorrow washed over me. The app showed me the consequences
[2:19:55] Speaker 1: of my obsession, a future stripped of joy. All my
[2:20:01] Speaker 1: attempts to control the future, to shape it into something
[2:20:05] Speaker 1: I thought I wanted, had only led me down a
[2:20:08] Speaker 1: path of isolation. I had sacrificed friendships, family, and happiness
[2:20:14] Speaker 1: in pursuit of a vision that had slowly become a nightmare.
[2:20:19] Speaker 1: Overwhelmed by the weight of this understanding, I knew what
[2:20:23] Speaker 1: I had to do. With a trembling hand, I hovered
[2:20:28] Speaker 1: over the app icon on my phone, hesitating for just
[2:20:32] Speaker 1: a moment. Checking the app was an addiction, one that
[2:20:37] Speaker 1: was hard to shake. I had tried to control my
[2:20:40] Speaker 1: time looking at it to no avail. So this was
[2:20:44] Speaker 1: the ultimate solution I could think of, erasing it permanently.
[2:20:53] Speaker 1: As the app vanished from my screen, I felt a
[2:20:56] Speaker 1: mixture of relief and fear. What now, I wondered. I
[2:21:03] Speaker 1: felt blind now, stepping into the unknown without the AP's guidance.
[2:21:10] Speaker 1: It was terrifying and deliberating all at once a strange
[2:21:15] Speaker 1: mix of emotions. The future now a blank slate, open
[2:21:21] Speaker 1: to possibilities I couldn't see. I was free from the
[2:21:25] Speaker 1: apse predictions, but faced with the daunting task of rebuilding
[2:21:30] Speaker 1: my life from the fragments I had left behind. Slowly,
[2:21:36] Speaker 1: I began to reconnect with the world I had pushed away.
[2:21:40] Speaker 1: I reached out to friends, rejoining their conversations and gatherings
[2:21:44] Speaker 1: with a tentative hope that things could be different. I
[2:21:48] Speaker 1: feared that my road to isolation was one eyed manifested
[2:21:52] Speaker 1: forever to follow me to war relationships. But to my surprise,
[2:21:58] Speaker 1: I was met with warmth and excepting, the bonds of
[2:22:01] Speaker 1: friendships slowly mending. I've missed this, I admitted during lunch
[2:22:07] Speaker 1: with friends, the words spilling out with unexpected ease. They nodded, smiling,
[2:22:16] Speaker 1: and I felt a spark of joy that I had
[2:22:19] Speaker 1: almost forgotten. I also re engaged with my hobbies, picking
[2:22:25] Speaker 1: up interests I had long neglected in my pursuit of
[2:22:28] Speaker 1: the future. I spent hours tinkering with code, not out
[2:22:33] Speaker 1: of desperation for success, but from a genuine love for
[2:22:37] Speaker 1: creating the passion that had once been clouded by anxiety,
[2:22:42] Speaker 1: now felt pure and unencumbered. Reconnecting with my family was harder,
[2:22:49] Speaker 1: but each conversation brought a sense of relief and healing.
[2:22:53] Speaker 1: The world seemed brighter now. It felt as if I
[2:22:57] Speaker 1: pulled my head out of a barrel of water. Suffocating
[2:23:00] Speaker 1: in a world I trapped myself in, but losing the
[2:23:05] Speaker 1: visions of the future, I realized I was able to
[2:23:09] Speaker 1: create new ones reflecting my journey. I felt a sense
[2:23:15] Speaker 1: of purpose. I realized I didn't need to see the
[2:23:19] Speaker 1: future to know what was important. I found myself staring
[2:23:24] Speaker 1: into a mirror, a real mirror, not muddled with technology.
[2:23:31] Speaker 1: I smiled at my reflection, seeing myself for who I was,
[2:23:36] Speaker 1: not for what I was forcing myself to be. Over time,
[2:23:43] Speaker 1: I even found an appreciation for the app. Though it
[2:23:47] Speaker 1: was a cause for so many issues, it instilled a
[2:23:51] Speaker 1: sense of appreciation for the now, living in the present,
[2:23:56] Speaker 1: not the past or future that I left a five
[2:24:03] Speaker 1: star glowing review on the app page. Most Tuba drivers
[2:24:18] Speaker 1: serve a wide variety of customers. Some probably have never
[2:24:22] Speaker 1: seen the same person more than once. But I've been
[2:24:25] Speaker 1: serving the same person for almost a year now. At first,
[2:24:32] Speaker 1: it was a coincidence. He lived relatively close to me,
[2:24:36] Speaker 1: so when I accepted the ride and picked him up, he,
[2:24:40] Speaker 1: for some reason, seemed relieved that someone had come. Then
[2:24:46] Speaker 1: I saw why. His route was a four hour ride
[2:24:51] Speaker 1: all the way to the nearby seaside town, a town
[2:24:55] Speaker 1: often visited in the summer months, but he was heading
[2:24:59] Speaker 1: there in later order him. I figured people canceled on
[2:25:02] Speaker 1: him once they saw the route, so my accepting it
[2:25:06] Speaker 1: gratified him. I needed the money, so I figured it
[2:25:10] Speaker 1: was worth the time. He was quiet the whole car
[2:25:15] Speaker 1: ride and never spoke as he left, not even a
[2:25:18] Speaker 1: thank you for making this absurd trip. And being new
[2:25:22] Speaker 1: to uber, I started to realize what I experienced riders
[2:25:26] Speaker 1: would decline such a route. I was stuck in the
[2:25:30] Speaker 1: town with barely anyone doing anything since it was outside
[2:25:34] Speaker 1: of peak activity. I made a few routes for some locals,
[2:25:39] Speaker 1: trying to scrape some extra cash before heading back, but
[2:25:43] Speaker 1: it was nowhere near the rates of the city where
[2:25:45] Speaker 1: I lived. Dejected, I was ready to head back when
[2:25:50] Speaker 1: I saw a ding near where I dropped the guy off.
[2:25:54] Speaker 1: I accepted, and to my surprise, it was him. The
[2:26:00] Speaker 1: route was to take him back home another four hour ride,
[2:26:05] Speaker 1: which would make the day's profits far higher than if
[2:26:08] Speaker 1: I'd done a whole day in the city. Ecstatic at
[2:26:11] Speaker 1: the thought, I drove him back again in complete silence
[2:26:15] Speaker 1: until I dropped him off and called it a day. Overall,
[2:26:20] Speaker 1: it was a strange sequence of events, and at the
[2:26:23] Speaker 1: time one I did not want to repeat until I
[2:26:28] Speaker 1: saw the tip. He had left a hefty thirty percent
[2:26:32] Speaker 1: tip on top of the already expensive ride both ways
[2:26:38] Speaker 1: For someone struggling for money, this was a godsend. When
[2:26:43] Speaker 1: I accepted a route the next day and went to
[2:26:46] Speaker 1: the location, I was surprised to see that it was
[2:26:49] Speaker 1: him again. The route was readying for a four hour
[2:26:52] Speaker 1: ride back to the seaside town. It was obviously strange
[2:26:57] Speaker 1: that he would go so far yet again two days
[2:27:00] Speaker 1: in a row, but knowing what he was paying, I
[2:27:04] Speaker 1: accepted again. This time. I didn't even bother doing any
[2:27:08] Speaker 1: of the local routes there. I just hung around and
[2:27:12] Speaker 1: grabbed a drink with the app open, the map hovering
[2:27:15] Speaker 1: where I dropped him off, and like clockwork, around two
[2:27:20] Speaker 1: hours later, a ding popped. I quickly finished the drink
[2:27:25] Speaker 1: and accepted the ride, and it was him ready to go. Home.
[2:27:32] Speaker 1: I relaxed when I finished my shift and lit up
[2:27:36] Speaker 1: when I saw that yet again, he dropped a thirty
[2:27:39] Speaker 1: percent bonus on top. The next day, when I started
[2:27:44] Speaker 1: my routine of checking the app, I was doubtful that
[2:27:47] Speaker 1: he would want to go there again. It was preposterous
[2:27:50] Speaker 1: that he even went twice like that, but a lingering
[2:27:54] Speaker 1: hope in the back of my head made me check
[2:27:56] Speaker 1: if there were any roots around where I picked him up,
[2:28:00] Speaker 1: and my jaw dropped when I saw one there exactly
[2:28:04] Speaker 1: where I usually picked him up. This set my routine
[2:28:10] Speaker 1: for the next few months. Every week day, I would
[2:28:14] Speaker 1: start up my app at around eight a m. Driving
[2:28:17] Speaker 1: to the town, waiting around two hours, and then drive
[2:28:21] Speaker 1: him back, each time getting a juicy thirty percent tip
[2:28:25] Speaker 1: on top. God knows if he did this on the
[2:28:28] Speaker 1: weekend with some one else, but I was not going
[2:28:31] Speaker 1: to do this seven days a week. I'm not a
[2:28:35] Speaker 1: very torgative person, but I sometimes tried to start a conversation,
[2:28:39] Speaker 1: but I'm just met with silence. I even tried to
[2:28:44] Speaker 1: offer my personal number in case he wanted to do
[2:28:47] Speaker 1: this outside of Uber, so they wouldn't scrape their fees
[2:28:50] Speaker 1: from the payment and make it cheaper for him, but no,
[2:28:55] Speaker 1: he would just look out the window and watch the roadside,
[2:28:58] Speaker 1: eyes glazed over, lost in thought. So when he finally spoke,
[2:29:07] Speaker 1: I nearly jumped. The town means a lot to me,
[2:29:13] Speaker 1: he said. His voice sounded like someone who had just
[2:29:18] Speaker 1: woken up, making me wonder if this was the first
[2:29:21] Speaker 1: time he'd spoken to anyone in a long time. I froze,
[2:29:26] Speaker 1: but didn't want to pass up the opportunity of knowing
[2:29:29] Speaker 1: more so I asked why. He opened up about his
[2:29:36] Speaker 1: connection to the place, and he used to go there often,
[2:29:39] Speaker 1: and now that he was no longer working, just wanted
[2:29:42] Speaker 1: to spend his days there. I asked him if he
[2:29:45] Speaker 1: was retired. He said that he wasn't, but that he
[2:29:49] Speaker 1: lived off of passive income that supported his lifestyle. It
[2:29:53] Speaker 1: was intriguing learning about his unique circumstances, and despite the
[2:29:58] Speaker 1: long ride, we soon neared the location and he quietened up.
[2:30:04] Speaker 1: On the way home, he talked about the things he
[2:30:07] Speaker 1: liked there, the local ice cream shop that made their
[2:30:10] Speaker 1: own flavors, the bi quintals that let you see the
[2:30:13] Speaker 1: scenes in good time. The corpse I shopped around was
[2:30:17] Speaker 1: suddenly animated of life with nostalgia even recommended places for
[2:30:22] Speaker 1: me to go. Somehow, knowing that I now waited for
[2:30:25] Speaker 1: his ride back. I dropped him off with a smile,
[2:30:29] Speaker 1: excited to learn more. For day after. When I got home,
[2:30:35] Speaker 1: my eyes widened. When I checked the uber app. He
[2:30:39] Speaker 1: slammed me with a fifty percent tip, far exceeding what
[2:30:43] Speaker 1: he had tipped before. I almost wanted to return it,
[2:30:47] Speaker 1: but I didn't want to look a gift horse in
[2:30:49] Speaker 1: the mouth and helped me so much with my financial issues,
[2:30:54] Speaker 1: and he seemed to have an endless sort of income
[2:30:56] Speaker 1: to have supported this strange lifestyle. The day after, I
[2:31:03] Speaker 1: tried asking him more questions. I was curious about more
[2:31:07] Speaker 1: of the local experiences and his connection to them. Despite
[2:31:12] Speaker 1: having been there so much, I knew next to nothing
[2:31:14] Speaker 1: about the place. But I was only met with stone
[2:31:19] Speaker 1: cold silence. It was like he had reverted back to
[2:31:23] Speaker 1: how he was just solemnly looking out the window of
[2:31:27] Speaker 1: the whole ride. The way back was all the same.
[2:31:32] Speaker 1: It seemed he had expended his burst of social energy
[2:31:35] Speaker 1: and fell back into his usual routine. I tried again
[2:31:40] Speaker 1: the day after and was met with more silence. The
[2:31:45] Speaker 1: tips reverted back to thirty percent. Nothing to scoff at,
[2:31:50] Speaker 1: but short of the big pay day I was. After
[2:31:54] Speaker 1: a while went by like this, A silent ride there,
[2:31:58] Speaker 1: a silent ride back Sandwich, between visiting the few spots
[2:32:02] Speaker 1: he recommended, which were just as good as he had
[2:32:05] Speaker 1: hyped them up to be. Yet despite visiting all the
[2:32:09] Speaker 1: places he mentioned, he would never be there. Maybe it
[2:32:15] Speaker 1: was a coincidence we would always miss each other, having
[2:32:18] Speaker 1: gone to different spots. The time only allowed me to
[2:32:22] Speaker 1: see one, maybe two, depending on where I went, But
[2:32:26] Speaker 1: after weeks of this, surely we would have lined up
[2:32:29] Speaker 1: at least Once I was jolted again in the middle
[2:32:34] Speaker 1: of a midweek drive, he broke the silence with another
[2:32:38] Speaker 1: nugget of information. I go there to see my wife,
[2:32:44] Speaker 1: he said bluntly. This answer raised so many questions. Long
[2:32:53] Speaker 1: distance is often almost entirely reserved for young people or
[2:32:57] Speaker 1: people who cannot afford to move in together, but he
[2:33:00] Speaker 1: was neither of those. Before I could ask him about it,
[2:33:04] Speaker 1: he went on. He spoke of how much he loved
[2:33:08] Speaker 1: seeing her, describing how she looked, middle aged, full blonde hair,
[2:33:13] Speaker 1: with a button nose, slender but not too slim. He
[2:33:19] Speaker 1: was infatuated, glowing as he spoke not only animated but happy,
[2:33:27] Speaker 1: a sharp contrast to how he usually seemed, so much
[2:33:31] Speaker 1: so that I didn't want to interrupt him with my
[2:33:33] Speaker 1: curious yet benign questions. Sadly, he only started talking near
[2:33:40] Speaker 1: the end of the trip, so by the time an
[2:33:43] Speaker 1: opportunity came up to ask him my questions, we were
[2:33:46] Speaker 1: pulling up to his stop. I waited around, too curious
[2:33:52] Speaker 1: to do much in the town, only grabbing some food
[2:33:55] Speaker 1: and waiting with excitement. After spending so much time with him,
[2:34:00] Speaker 1: I was invested in his story, only drip fed to
[2:34:04] Speaker 1: me in rare times. When I got the ping, I
[2:34:08] Speaker 1: hurriedly picked him up, my mouth bursting with the questions
[2:34:11] Speaker 1: I had bottled up. I tried to broach the topics calmly.
[2:34:16] Speaker 1: I asked him why they lived apart, why didn't just
[2:34:19] Speaker 1: live in the town, and why they only see each
[2:34:22] Speaker 1: other for such a small window each day. I did
[2:34:26] Speaker 1: so as politely as possible, who was only met with
[2:34:29] Speaker 1: a silence I was all too familiar with. When I
[2:34:34] Speaker 1: got home, I had two amounts for the trips, a
[2:34:39] Speaker 1: fifty percent tip on the way there and only thirty
[2:34:43] Speaker 1: percent for the way back. A curious hint about how
[2:34:47] Speaker 1: he wanted things. On the plus side, I was able
[2:34:53] Speaker 1: to start living how I wanted. The first thing I
[2:34:57] Speaker 1: reinvested in was a new car. I was spending so
[2:35:01] Speaker 1: much on fuel, so to get something more economical was
[2:35:04] Speaker 1: basically an investment, though the luxury extras were me treating myself.
[2:35:11] Speaker 1: Then I felt too scruffy to be seen in the thing,
[2:35:15] Speaker 1: so I even got some nice new clothes, stand out
[2:35:18] Speaker 1: brands that would make it look like I didn't just
[2:35:20] Speaker 1: steal the car from the lot. It took a good
[2:35:26] Speaker 1: few months before he spoke again. I was scared my
[2:35:30] Speaker 1: probing questions had offended him, But when he spoke, he
[2:35:34] Speaker 1: dropped some heavy information, answering my questions as if I'd
[2:35:40] Speaker 1: only just ask them. The reason we don't live together
[2:35:47] Speaker 1: it is because she died, he said dejectedly. My heart sank.
[2:35:56] Speaker 1: This answered a surprising amount of my questions. The whole
[2:36:01] Speaker 1: bizarre routine started to make more sense. It was a
[2:36:05] Speaker 1: saddening twist of the tail that was being drip fed
[2:36:08] Speaker 1: to me. He told me stories of their time together,
[2:36:13] Speaker 1: that she was with him from rags to riches, and
[2:36:16] Speaker 1: that despite making something out of himself. He said that
[2:36:20] Speaker 1: he cannot share the fruits of their labor together. This
[2:36:24] Speaker 1: explained way he frivously spent on ubers every weekday just
[2:36:28] Speaker 1: to keep up this ritual. This time, he talked almost
[2:36:33] Speaker 1: the entire four hour ride there. He shared personal details
[2:36:37] Speaker 1: about their relationship, the ups and downs, the things he
[2:36:41] Speaker 1: didn't realize he'd miss until she was gone. It was
[2:36:45] Speaker 1: touching and really progressed me emotionally for when I finally
[2:36:50] Speaker 1: meet some one worth sharing my life with. When he
[2:36:54] Speaker 1: exited the car, he shared one piece of final wisdom.
[2:37:01] Speaker 1: It's the routines that matter. Make sure you keep up
[2:37:04] Speaker 1: a good routine. This way you never forget what happened.
[2:37:12] Speaker 1: It was cryptic enough to apply to many things. I
[2:37:16] Speaker 1: chose to hold on to it and to hopefully fully
[2:37:19] Speaker 1: know the meaning of this proverb. The right back was silent,
[2:37:25] Speaker 1: but in a good way, resting in the good energy
[2:37:29] Speaker 1: of openness. I got home to a fifty percent tip
[2:37:33] Speaker 1: both ways, and I felt content that we finally had
[2:37:38] Speaker 1: a rapport. The day after, I asked him more questions
[2:37:44] Speaker 1: about his wife. He seemed more animated and alive when
[2:37:48] Speaker 1: talking about her, so I hoped that I could breathe
[2:37:51] Speaker 1: some new sense of purpose for him, even if it
[2:37:54] Speaker 1: meant I would lose out on this amazing uber gig,
[2:37:58] Speaker 1: I would feel content to seem really his life. However,
[2:38:03] Speaker 1: when I looked back in the rear view mirror, he
[2:38:06] Speaker 1: was looking out the window, silent, like before. I tried
[2:38:12] Speaker 1: to probe once more, but we were back to our
[2:38:15] Speaker 1: usual routine. The following weeks were the same. Each time
[2:38:22] Speaker 1: I thought I had made enough progress to get to
[2:38:24] Speaker 1: know him, he closed up. It was only when I
[2:38:28] Speaker 1: tried to start conversation, so I noted that it always
[2:38:32] Speaker 1: had to be him, no exception. So I waited, and
[2:38:39] Speaker 1: eventually the day came when the silence was once again broken.
[2:38:46] Speaker 1: One week from now it will be the anniversary, he muttered.
[2:38:53] Speaker 1: My heart sank, But this was just the beginning of
[2:38:57] Speaker 1: the heart wrenching details. He told me how things happened.
[2:39:02] Speaker 1: From his perspective, He said, they went to the seaside
[2:39:06] Speaker 1: town for a few days, booked a nice hotel, and
[2:39:10] Speaker 1: planned to spend a few days there just to relax.
[2:39:13] Speaker 1: It was the start of autumn, but it was also
[2:39:16] Speaker 1: their anniversary. They didn't care that it would be cold
[2:39:20] Speaker 1: and that it would basically be a ghost town. They
[2:39:23] Speaker 1: just wanted to share their special day together in the
[2:39:26] Speaker 1: place that meant the most to them. This touching scenario
[2:39:31] Speaker 1: was ripped from my gut as he explained what actually happened.
[2:39:37] Speaker 1: They were walking near the pier. It was early afternoon,
[2:39:41] Speaker 1: broad daylight when he lost sight of her while distracted
[2:39:45] Speaker 1: for only a moment. There weren't many people around and
[2:39:50] Speaker 1: not many places she could have gone, Yet despite this,
[2:39:54] Speaker 1: he couldn't find her. Afterwards, he looked nearby, and when
[2:39:59] Speaker 1: that didn't work, he checked places they usually went to.
[2:40:03] Speaker 1: He even went back to the hotel to see if
[2:40:05] Speaker 1: she had maybe forgotten something, and went back empty. He
[2:40:13] Speaker 1: couldn't believe she had just vanished, so he waited around
[2:40:16] Speaker 1: spots they frequented, occasionally switching locations to see if she'd
[2:40:20] Speaker 1: be there. When it started getting dark, he reluctantly called
[2:40:26] Speaker 1: the police to file a report. He was assured she
[2:40:31] Speaker 1: was probably lost, not being local and all, and that
[2:40:34] Speaker 1: this happened often, so they sent out a few search
[2:40:38] Speaker 1: parties to check around, but days went by and nothing
[2:40:43] Speaker 1: was found. It was only after a week that she
[2:40:48] Speaker 1: was found, and hearing it was like a punch in
[2:40:51] Speaker 1: the gut. She was found floating below the pier. Despite
[2:40:58] Speaker 1: the scenario that she had made Beforellen in evidence showed
[2:41:01] Speaker 1: she was abducted and brought back there vowl play was
[2:41:05] Speaker 1: immediately ruled in the sea washed away all forensics, so
[2:41:10] Speaker 1: it was already a cold case. I was devastated hearing this,
[2:41:19] Speaker 1: yet despite this, he held a hopeful smile, maybe clinging
[2:41:23] Speaker 1: on to the cherished memories rather than the grim. Ending
[2:41:27] Speaker 1: for this story was followed by a request. The next
[2:41:32] Speaker 1: Wednesday was going to be their anniversary date. He asked
[2:41:37] Speaker 1: that i'd be around to make sure I could take
[2:41:39] Speaker 1: him to the seaside town without hesitation. I wholeheartedly agreed.
[2:41:46] Speaker 1: I even offered my personal number in case something happened,
[2:41:50] Speaker 1: but he politely declined. The ride home was silent, but
[2:41:56] Speaker 1: with an air of solemn optimism, A hope lingered in
[2:42:00] Speaker 1: the air. No words were exchanged, nor did they need
[2:42:04] Speaker 1: to be. I now felt I was doing something bigger
[2:42:08] Speaker 1: than myself, a duty to the calmer of the universe.
[2:42:14] Speaker 1: When I got home, I checked the app and was
[2:42:17] Speaker 1: hit with an eighty percent tip both ways, a hint
[2:42:22] Speaker 1: that said to make sure I was ready on Wednesday,
[2:42:27] Speaker 1: and I was. When I picked him up, I was surprised.
[2:42:35] Speaker 1: From the cocoon of a dreary middle aged man emerged
[2:42:39] Speaker 1: the dapper gentleman. He wore an elegant, long black pea
[2:42:43] Speaker 1: coat over a suit that wasn't too formal but definitely
[2:42:47] Speaker 1: stood out. The day was chilly, so his hands sat
[2:42:51] Speaker 1: in nice, fur lined leather gloves. This was the sharpest
[2:42:56] Speaker 1: contrast from what I'd seen in the many months I'd
[2:42:59] Speaker 1: been with them. I felt like an underdressed chauffeur rather
[2:43:03] Speaker 1: than an uber driver. I smiled, without a chauffeur, had
[2:43:08] Speaker 1: to tip, and proceeded to the town. The silence was pleasant,
[2:43:13] Speaker 1: this time around, lingering with a sense of hope and wonder.
[2:43:18] Speaker 1: I fully believed that he was there to enjoy the
[2:43:20] Speaker 1: memories of his time with his departed wife, and I
[2:43:24] Speaker 1: smiled the whole ride, hoping he got what he wanted
[2:43:27] Speaker 1: from this endeavor. This time. He spoke on the way back,
[2:43:33] Speaker 1: I did it. He was exactly like before, he yelled animatedly.
[2:43:40] Speaker 1: He described doing everything like he remembered that it was
[2:43:44] Speaker 1: just like before, and that he felt a strong connection
[2:43:48] Speaker 1: to her. Even said he might be able to move on,
[2:43:52] Speaker 1: which stung a little. The thought that this routine could
[2:43:55] Speaker 1: come to an end, but he topped it off with
[2:43:58] Speaker 1: a feeling that this route made him too happy, and
[2:44:02] Speaker 1: that for the foreseeable future this will continue. When I
[2:44:08] Speaker 1: got home, I was met with his biggest tip yet,
[2:44:12] Speaker 1: one hundred percent. I was happy, he was happy. It
[2:44:18] Speaker 1: was the best day of my life, living it vicariously
[2:44:22] Speaker 1: through this interesting man I had became acquainted with. The
[2:44:27] Speaker 1: rest of the week was silent bliss. Each day he
[2:44:30] Speaker 1: tip one hundred percent both ways, his new standard for
[2:44:34] Speaker 1: my dedication to his routine. I relaxed on the weekend,
[2:44:40] Speaker 1: sitting back in a nice restaurant and multiple course meal
[2:44:43] Speaker 1: lined up, a far cry from the ramen I had
[2:44:47] Speaker 1: become accustomed to many months ago. I had started living
[2:44:52] Speaker 1: my life not just because of the generous source of income,
[2:44:56] Speaker 1: but to strive to be more like my inspirational passenger.
[2:45:02] Speaker 1: Until my phone dinged with a notification. It was the weekend,
[2:45:07] Speaker 1: so it couldn't be uber, and when I checked, I
[2:45:11] Speaker 1: saw it was a news notification. I'd spent so much
[2:45:16] Speaker 1: time in the seaside town that I sometimes got news
[2:45:19] Speaker 1: notifications from the area my phone's location, thinking I reside there.
[2:45:26] Speaker 1: It was an emergency notification about a missing person. The
[2:45:31] Speaker 1: picture looked familiar, yet it was someone I'd never seen before.
[2:45:37] Speaker 1: Middle aged, full blonde hair and a button nose, slender
[2:45:41] Speaker 1: but not too slim. It wasn't someone I'd seen before,
[2:45:47] Speaker 1: but it was someone I remember having imagined almost exactly
[2:45:52] Speaker 1: how the man described his late wife. The details chilled me.
[2:45:59] Speaker 1: She went missing in the early afternoon near the pier.
[2:46:05] Speaker 1: No other details were known, just that they were still
[2:46:09] Speaker 1: currently looking for a whereabouts. My heart sank. He didn't
[2:46:16] Speaker 1: just say the day went well. He said it went
[2:46:20] Speaker 1: exactly like before. It didn't take a genius to piece
[2:46:25] Speaker 1: together what might have happened. He was a man of routine,
[2:46:30] Speaker 1: and I guess this constituted as his new ritual. But
[2:46:37] Speaker 1: as I looked at the food in front of me,
[2:46:39] Speaker 1: the new car outside, and the nice clothes I could
[2:46:43] Speaker 1: finally afford, I couldn't bring myself to turn him in.
[2:47:01] Speaker 1: Come on, I muttered, tapping the steering wheel nervously. I
[2:47:05] Speaker 1: couldn't miss this. This deal was too important. My boss
[2:47:10] Speaker 1: had claimed this was a make or break for my employment.
[2:47:13] Speaker 1: If I was late to this meeting, I was doomed.
[2:47:17] Speaker 1: I pulled out the pocket watch that had been gifted
[2:47:19] Speaker 1: to me just this morning, three fifteen p m. The
[2:47:24] Speaker 1: meeting was supposed to start in fifteen minutes, and I
[2:47:27] Speaker 1: was an entire thirty minutes away. Traffic had been at
[2:47:32] Speaker 1: a standstill for what felt like an eternity. The cars
[2:47:35] Speaker 1: in front of me hadn't so much as budged in
[2:47:37] Speaker 1: the last ten minutes. I gripped the pocket watch tightly,
[2:47:42] Speaker 1: subconsciously praying that I'd make it to this meeting. I
[2:47:46] Speaker 1: put the watch back in my pocket and pulled out
[2:47:48] Speaker 1: my phone, checking the GPS for an alternate route just
[2:47:52] Speaker 1: in case. The screen flickered oddly, then refreshed with a
[2:47:58] Speaker 1: new found root, a series of some back streets that
[2:48:02] Speaker 1: looked like they cut through the city and would get
[2:48:04] Speaker 1: me there just on time. It looked tight, but it
[2:48:09] Speaker 1: was my only chance by a long shot. However, based
[2:48:13] Speaker 1: on the city's layout, it still seemed impossible to make
[2:48:17] Speaker 1: on time. I eyed the gridlock ahead of me, my
[2:48:21] Speaker 1: stomach clenched with frustration. I had to take the risk.
[2:48:28] Speaker 1: I turned off the highway, and as soon as I did,
[2:48:31] Speaker 1: the drivers behind me started honking their horns angrily. Honestly,
[2:48:36] Speaker 1: I felt a little stupid, hoping that making it on
[2:48:39] Speaker 1: time was possible. I drove down the suggested exit and
[2:48:44] Speaker 1: saw that I was the only one doing so. The
[2:48:48] Speaker 1: exit led me towards a section of the city I
[2:48:50] Speaker 1: had never been to. I went through a narrow street
[2:48:54] Speaker 1: lined with old brick buildings, looking much older than the
[2:48:57] Speaker 1: modern infrastructure that made up mostly city. The road was
[2:49:02] Speaker 1: oddly quiet. It was the middle of the day, and
[2:49:06] Speaker 1: as far as I was aware, this part of town
[2:49:09] Speaker 1: wasn't known for being busy. I was making good time,
[2:49:13] Speaker 1: but I couldn't get the nagging question of why no
[2:49:16] Speaker 1: other drivers were taking this route. The streets around me
[2:49:20] Speaker 1: were entirely desolate. The road ahead of me looked endless,
[2:49:25] Speaker 1: an empty street littered with trash and moss. It looked
[2:49:29] Speaker 1: entirely abandoned. It felt like I was all alone. The
[2:49:35] Speaker 1: five minutes I drove felt excruciating, every second passing making
[2:49:41] Speaker 1: me more and more nervous. My phone buzzed something about
[2:49:46] Speaker 1: losing the GPS signal. I looked down, frowning. The blue
[2:49:52] Speaker 1: dot was frozen on the map. I smacked my phone
[2:49:56] Speaker 1: in a cartoonish attempt to make it work again, and
[2:49:58] Speaker 1: glanced at the buildings at either side of me. Had
[2:50:03] Speaker 1: the road been getting narrower. These back streets were like
[2:50:07] Speaker 1: a maze, one narrow alley stretching for miles and branching
[2:50:12] Speaker 1: paths that looked almost too tight for even a person
[2:50:15] Speaker 1: to squeeze through, let alone a car. I drove a
[2:50:19] Speaker 1: little farther until I realized that my suspicion was correct.
[2:50:24] Speaker 1: The road was getting narrower, so narrow that it was
[2:50:28] Speaker 1: getting almost too tight for my car. I cursed under
[2:50:32] Speaker 1: my breath. The alley continued stretching into the distance between towering,
[2:50:37] Speaker 1: dirty brown and gray buildings. I still couldn't see where
[2:50:42] Speaker 1: they ended. The pure vastness of this abandoned section of
[2:50:46] Speaker 1: the town made me wonder how I'd never heard of
[2:50:48] Speaker 1: it before. At this point I had already given up
[2:50:52] Speaker 1: and making it to the meeting in time. The alley
[2:50:56] Speaker 1: was getting so narrow that I could hear a slight
[2:50:59] Speaker 1: scraping noise as my wing mirror clashed with the rough
[2:51:02] Speaker 1: surface of the buildings to my sides. I reversed ever
[2:51:06] Speaker 1: so slightly, just enough to be able to get out
[2:51:09] Speaker 1: of the car and planned on surveying the road ahead
[2:51:12] Speaker 1: of me. I turned the engine off, let out a
[2:51:16] Speaker 1: heavy sigh, and stepped out of my car. The moment
[2:51:22] Speaker 1: my shoes hid the ground below me. I regretted it.
[2:51:27] Speaker 1: The entire alley felt wrong. The air was heavy and moist.
[2:51:33] Speaker 1: It smelled like rust, mildew, and something I couldn't recognize.
[2:51:38] Speaker 1: The light above me seemed to dim ever so slightly.
[2:51:41] Speaker 1: There were no clouds in the sky, just the suffocating
[2:51:45] Speaker 1: weight of the buildings crowding in on me on either side.
[2:51:50] Speaker 1: The road ahead did indeed get significantly narrower, so I
[2:51:54] Speaker 1: trudged forward. My car clearly could not pass any further,
[2:51:59] Speaker 1: so I planned on fire the nearest business or anything helpful.
[2:52:03] Speaker 1: I pulled my phone out to try to check the signal. Nothing.
[2:52:08] Speaker 1: My phone was useless and the GBS app was still
[2:52:12] Speaker 1: in the exact location where it had lost service. I
[2:52:15] Speaker 1: stuffed it back in my pocket and decided to keep walking.
[2:52:20] Speaker 1: I could now see more details of the roads themselves.
[2:52:24] Speaker 1: The walls of the buildings were stained with aged graffiti
[2:52:27] Speaker 1: and trash piled up in every corner. The strange thing
[2:52:32] Speaker 1: was that all the packaging was faded, as if it
[2:52:34] Speaker 1: had been there for quite some time. All the windows
[2:52:38] Speaker 1: were either boarded up or cracked. Rats scurried between the
[2:52:42] Speaker 1: heaps of trash, and the air took in an oppressive
[2:52:45] Speaker 1: smell of decay, increasing in intensity the further I walked.
[2:52:50] Speaker 1: Each footstep I made created a sickening echo through the streets.
[2:52:55] Speaker 1: The weight of my situation was finally sinking in. I
[2:53:01] Speaker 1: was going to lose my job, which made every single
[2:53:05] Speaker 1: step I took heavier than the last. I would be
[2:53:09] Speaker 1: lying if I said I wasn't already getting concerned. The
[2:53:13] Speaker 1: frustration of the roadblock was fading away, and he was
[2:53:16] Speaker 1: getting replaced with my fear for my future. This was
[2:53:20] Speaker 1: my best paying job ever, and I was unsure where
[2:53:23] Speaker 1: to go. I pulled the old pocket watch out again,
[2:53:28] Speaker 1: the one my wife Alexis had given me for good luck.
[2:53:32] Speaker 1: She told me with a smile. It had been her grandfather's,
[2:53:37] Speaker 1: She claimed, her family heirloom of swords. Her grandfather told
[2:53:42] Speaker 1: us stories of it, granting wishes and attributing it to
[2:53:45] Speaker 1: his success in life, passed down through generations for god
[2:53:49] Speaker 1: knows how long, and she had insisted that I'd take
[2:53:52] Speaker 1: it with me to this meeting. She said her father
[2:53:56] Speaker 1: gave it to her after he heard his leg in
[2:53:58] Speaker 1: an accident, saying he can't run like he used to before,
[2:54:02] Speaker 1: which she always thought was an odd reason, maybe an
[2:54:05] Speaker 1: inside joke. I laughed it off initially, and pocket did
[2:54:10] Speaker 1: it mostly out of respect. I didn't have much belief
[2:54:14] Speaker 1: in things like wishes. I mean, just a few moments
[2:54:17] Speaker 1: prior I had wished to arrive at the meeting, and
[2:54:21] Speaker 1: now here I was. But now I felt the weight
[2:54:25] Speaker 1: of the watch in my hand, a little heavier than
[2:54:27] Speaker 1: I remember it being. I flipped the watch open. Its
[2:54:32] Speaker 1: face cracked and the hands were frozen. Three twenty six
[2:54:37] Speaker 1: p m. It had been working earlier, I was sure
[2:54:42] Speaker 1: of it. With a heavy sigh, I slipped the watch
[2:54:47] Speaker 1: back into my pocket and continued walking. I glanced back
[2:54:53] Speaker 1: and noticed that my car was now entirely out of sight.
[2:54:57] Speaker 1: Given the roads straight nature, that was impossible. I could
[2:55:03] Speaker 1: only imagine that the road had a slight curve to it,
[2:55:06] Speaker 1: so slight that it was barely noticeable on foot. I
[2:55:11] Speaker 1: turned around and started walking back the way I came,
[2:55:14] Speaker 1: determined to check if my suspicions were correct. What I
[2:55:19] Speaker 1: did not expect was that I would end up walking
[2:55:22] Speaker 1: for what felt like another while with no car in sight.
[2:55:26] Speaker 1: Then I came to a fork in the road. The
[2:55:31] Speaker 1: alley twisted into two paths. I was sure I hadn't
[2:55:36] Speaker 1: seen a split in the road on my journey. I
[2:55:39] Speaker 1: might have been too lost in my own thoughts about
[2:55:41] Speaker 1: how screwed I was. Now that I wasn't making it
[2:55:43] Speaker 1: to the meeting, so I assumed I just walked forward
[2:55:46] Speaker 1: without looking at my surroundings. I went left, choosing what
[2:55:51] Speaker 1: I felt was right and hoped I was correct. As
[2:55:56] Speaker 1: I continued walking, my sense of time was getting distorted,
[2:56:00] Speaker 1: so it wasn't sure how long I walked. The alley
[2:56:04] Speaker 1: wasn't as straight as I thought it was looking in
[2:56:08] Speaker 1: the distance. It winded and curved without any real sense
[2:56:12] Speaker 1: of direction. The buildings looked decrepid, dirty walls, cracked pavement.
[2:56:19] Speaker 1: All the buildings blended together so much that I started
[2:56:22] Speaker 1: to feel like I was walking in circles. Yeah, I
[2:56:26] Speaker 1: kept going, telling myself the road would lead somewhere. Eventually
[2:56:32] Speaker 1: I glanced over at the countless buildings that surrounded me.
[2:56:37] Speaker 1: I hadn't seen any sign or markings of a business,
[2:56:40] Speaker 1: not even a restaurant or a bar. The buildings looked
[2:56:44] Speaker 1: entirely deserted, and if they did, for some reason, house someone.
[2:56:49] Speaker 1: I did not want to take my chances and the
[2:56:52] Speaker 1: kind of company they'd hold. I continued on, but the
[2:56:57] Speaker 1: road just stretched, the shadows grew darker, and the alley
[2:57:01] Speaker 1: ever narrower. A while longer, I stopped to catch my breath.
[2:57:08] Speaker 1: I wasn't the most athletic person, but surely I covered
[2:57:11] Speaker 1: quite some distance during this time. This wasn't right at all.
[2:57:17] Speaker 1: Nothing was by now. I should have made it to
[2:57:20] Speaker 1: my car, or at this point, to the other side
[2:57:23] Speaker 1: of the damned city. At least the sun should have
[2:57:26] Speaker 1: been high up in the sky, but instead it was
[2:57:29] Speaker 1: getting darker, as if twilight came early. The buildings overhead
[2:57:34] Speaker 1: pressed ever so slightly closer. It felt like I was
[2:57:38] Speaker 1: in a dream, another world, one that was shrinking and
[2:57:42] Speaker 1: closing in around me. I rechecked my phone out of desperation,
[2:57:49] Speaker 1: dead I couldn't even make a call. I took a
[2:57:54] Speaker 1: deep breath in an attempt to keep calm. I had
[2:57:58] Speaker 1: gotten near of my own accord, so there had to
[2:58:01] Speaker 1: be a way out. I'd crossed so much distance that
[2:58:04] Speaker 1: this couldn't just be an abandoned street or block. It
[2:58:08] Speaker 1: felt like I was in an abandoned city that geologically
[2:58:11] Speaker 1: shouldn't exist. I knew roughly where I was turning off
[2:58:15] Speaker 1: when I took that exit. This place shouldn't be here.
[2:58:23] Speaker 1: I decided to make the arduous trip to retrace my steps.
[2:58:27] Speaker 1: I planned to go back to the first fork in
[2:58:29] Speaker 1: the road and turn right this time, and hope it
[2:58:32] Speaker 1: led me to my car. I begrudgingly headed back the
[2:58:37] Speaker 1: way I came, and again the path was not the same.
[2:58:46] Speaker 1: I was sure there had been no other forks or
[2:58:48] Speaker 1: turns on the main road I was on, But instead
[2:58:51] Speaker 1: of the curving alley I'd walked so long gone, there
[2:58:55] Speaker 1: were now three different directions ahead of me, none of
[2:58:58] Speaker 1: which looked even from remotely familiar. My heart started raising.
[2:59:05] Speaker 1: I turned in a slow circle as panic set in.
[2:59:09] Speaker 1: I picked a direction at random and started walking faster,
[2:59:12] Speaker 1: almost running. My shoes hid the concrete with a sound
[2:59:16] Speaker 1: that reverberated all around me, but the alley stretched on
[2:59:21] Speaker 1: longer than before. Each step I made seemed to make
[2:59:25] Speaker 1: my surroundings more clasophobic, and everything twisted and turned in
[2:59:29] Speaker 1: ways that made no sense. I had no idea how
[2:59:33] Speaker 1: long I moved like this, minutes, maybe hours. My legs
[2:59:38] Speaker 1: ached and my throat was dry. I stopped checking my
[2:59:42] Speaker 1: watch on my phone. The time was always frozen. At
[2:59:45] Speaker 1: three twenty six, anyway, my head was pounding and a
[2:59:49] Speaker 1: sense of dread gnawed at me from the inside. The
[2:59:53] Speaker 1: dark alley around me felt alive. That is the only
[2:59:57] Speaker 1: way I can possibly describe it. The walls seemed to
[3:00:01] Speaker 1: shift on I wasn't looking. The turns multiplied and appeared
[3:00:05] Speaker 1: more frequently. The road was now diverging in paths. Unlike before,
[3:00:11] Speaker 1: I no longer had a straight and narrow road ahead
[3:00:13] Speaker 1: of me, but a path that criss crossed and intersected
[3:00:16] Speaker 1: within itself, leading me deeper and deeper into whatever I
[3:00:21] Speaker 1: had been led toward. I could feel it in the air,
[3:00:25] Speaker 1: a primal instinct. This wasn't just some maze of back streets.
[3:00:32] Speaker 1: I started jogging, then running. I figured I couldn't go
[3:00:36] Speaker 1: on forever and wanted to be out as soon as possible.
[3:00:40] Speaker 1: But the quicker I moved, the more disoriented I became.
[3:00:45] Speaker 1: The alley bent in such strange ways that it sent
[3:00:48] Speaker 1: me spiraling. I tumbled to the ground as everything became
[3:00:52] Speaker 1: perfectly quiet, devoid of my echoing footsteps. I kept telling
[3:00:58] Speaker 1: myself I should have been out by now, but every
[3:01:01] Speaker 1: turn led me to a dead end or another unfamiliar
[3:01:04] Speaker 1: stretch of streets. My breath became ragged, quick gasps, and
[3:01:09] Speaker 1: I had to stop for a moment. I stood up
[3:01:13] Speaker 1: and pressed my hands to my knees in an attempt
[3:01:15] Speaker 1: to recompose. That's when I heard it, the faintest of
[3:01:23] Speaker 1: sounds somewhere behind me, a soft shuffle amidst the silence.
[3:01:31] Speaker 1: I stood up straight, and my heart thrumbed in my chest.
[3:01:35] Speaker 1: I looked behind me. There was nothing but an empty path.
[3:01:41] Speaker 1: My mind raised, but then it came again, from somewhere closer.
[3:01:45] Speaker 1: This time I worked out that the sound had to
[3:01:49] Speaker 1: be coming from the turn ahead of me. Deep down,
[3:01:53] Speaker 1: I hoped some other person had gotten lost there too,
[3:01:56] Speaker 1: possibly led astray by their GPS, and was now in
[3:01:59] Speaker 1: the same city situation I was in. I know it
[3:02:02] Speaker 1: sounds malicious to wish someone into my dire circumstance, but
[3:02:06] Speaker 1: at least it meant I wouldn't be alone in this.
[3:02:11] Speaker 1: I slowly made my way forward, hoping not to scare
[3:02:14] Speaker 1: whoever was approaching. God knows I would hate it if
[3:02:18] Speaker 1: someone sped towards me, or riddled with anxiety from this place.
[3:02:23] Speaker 1: The shuffling persisted, undeterred by my approach, it sounded like
[3:02:29] Speaker 1: whoever was around the corner was so exhausted that they
[3:02:32] Speaker 1: were dragging their feet on the ground. I called out
[3:02:36] Speaker 1: to them, telling them that I was friendly and asking
[3:02:39] Speaker 1: if they were also lost like me, and that we
[3:02:42] Speaker 1: should look for a way out together. I received no response.
[3:02:48] Speaker 1: In fact, as soon as I spoke, the sound of
[3:02:52] Speaker 1: shufflings ceased entirely. They must have been hesitant, understandably so,
[3:02:59] Speaker 1: so I hope that approaching in a calm manner would
[3:03:02] Speaker 1: settle them. So I gently neared the turn. Just as
[3:03:07] Speaker 1: I was about to reach the corner, they seemed to
[3:03:10] Speaker 1: have beaten me to it, for what came round spiked
[3:03:14] Speaker 1: my adrenaline so hard that I span in the spot
[3:03:17] Speaker 1: and sprinted away so fast I thought I was leaving
[3:03:20] Speaker 1: burn marks on the floor. All I saw was its hand,
[3:03:28] Speaker 1: a gaunt elongated for simile of a human hand, the
[3:03:32] Speaker 1: proportions exaggerated in away that told me that whatever was
[3:03:36] Speaker 1: about to turn the corner was dangerous. Just seeing the
[3:03:40] Speaker 1: hand was enough for a primal part of my brain
[3:03:43] Speaker 1: to tell me a predator was about to turn the corner,
[3:03:46] Speaker 1: and I was its natural prey. The echoing of my
[3:03:52] Speaker 1: footsteps was no longer the only noise in this decrepit place.
[3:03:57] Speaker 1: The air was thick and heavy, as if I were
[3:03:59] Speaker 1: running through war. I could hear the shuffling behind me,
[3:04:04] Speaker 1: faster and irrationally persistent. I didn't dare look back. I
[3:04:09] Speaker 1: just ran. My lungs burned and my legs screamed in protest.
[3:04:16] Speaker 1: Each turn I made. The shuffling behind me stayed ever close.
[3:04:20] Speaker 1: The echoing surroundings made it hard to determine how close
[3:04:23] Speaker 1: it was, which pushed me to keep up a pace
[3:04:26] Speaker 1: that was too much for me. I knew I would
[3:04:29] Speaker 1: slow soon, but I forced myself to delay that as
[3:04:33] Speaker 1: much as my body would allow. I took turns at random,
[3:04:37] Speaker 1: having no time to deduce her choice and knowing that
[3:04:40] Speaker 1: the alleys layout had no logic. But somehow I still
[3:04:45] Speaker 1: managed to make the wrong choice. I took a blind
[3:04:49] Speaker 1: turn and hit a dead end. The light from the
[3:04:53] Speaker 1: gaps between the buildings highlighted my doom. I heard the
[3:04:57] Speaker 1: shuffling behind me near the turn. It was too close
[3:05:01] Speaker 1: to back track. In a matter of seconds it would
[3:05:04] Speaker 1: be upon me, and even thinking about what that meant
[3:05:08] Speaker 1: was painful enough. I ran to one of the gaps
[3:05:12] Speaker 1: between the buildings. I had stuck to the streets, and
[3:05:15] Speaker 1: they loved craftying logic, so God knows what squeezing between
[3:05:19] Speaker 1: the buildings would lead to. And squeeze it was. I
[3:05:24] Speaker 1: doubted I could even fit in, but I pushed myself
[3:05:27] Speaker 1: in and forced my way through the shuffling went straight
[3:05:32] Speaker 1: for the gap, but luckily it had the same issue
[3:05:35] Speaker 1: as me, and it slid into the gap to shuffle
[3:05:38] Speaker 1: towards me. The gap narrowed the further I got in.
[3:05:44] Speaker 1: I moved my head, but soon had to commit to
[3:05:46] Speaker 1: a direction. A wash of morbid curiosity came over me,
[3:05:51] Speaker 1: and I took a quick glimpse back That was enough
[3:05:55] Speaker 1: for me to keep my head looking forward for the
[3:05:57] Speaker 1: remainder of the way. It had all the limbs of
[3:06:02] Speaker 1: a human, but the proportions were all wrong. Its arms
[3:06:06] Speaker 1: were almost the entire length of its height, which must
[3:06:09] Speaker 1: have been nearly seven foot tall. Despite being further back,
[3:06:14] Speaker 1: Its closest arm reached out towards me, not helping it move,
[3:06:19] Speaker 1: just hovering in my direction, its fingers twitching like it
[3:06:23] Speaker 1: was ready to grab me the moment I was within range.
[3:06:27] Speaker 1: Its other hand dragged on the floor behind it. Creating
[3:06:30] Speaker 1: a familiar shuffling sound. Its skin looked like it had
[3:06:34] Speaker 1: a rough texture and was pale in color. It sounded
[3:06:37] Speaker 1: abrasive on the walls, pressing in on us, resistant to
[3:06:41] Speaker 1: any of the pointy defects of the cheap bricks that
[3:06:43] Speaker 1: made up these buildings. A luxury, I did not have
[3:06:50] Speaker 1: even the smallest bumps in the walls dug into me,
[3:06:53] Speaker 1: cutting into my suit and sometimes my skin, But I
[3:06:58] Speaker 1: could not dwell on the minor panes. When a major
[3:07:00] Speaker 1: threat was slowly closing in on me. The pursuit continued.
[3:07:06] Speaker 1: As I finally wiggled my way to the other side.
[3:07:09] Speaker 1: I had to get back to safety, but I was
[3:07:12] Speaker 1: completely and utterly lost. Using the gaps of the buildings
[3:07:17] Speaker 1: was a new idea, so I tried to keep up
[3:07:19] Speaker 1: that creative pattern. I had not tried entering any of
[3:07:22] Speaker 1: the buildings yet. I booked it for the building nearest
[3:07:26] Speaker 1: to me and attempted to force the door open. I
[3:07:30] Speaker 1: could hear the rabid thing behind me squeezing itself between
[3:07:33] Speaker 1: the same path I had just come from. Putting solid
[3:07:37] Speaker 1: concrete between us sounded like a bastion of safety, but
[3:07:41] Speaker 1: the door refused. The budge the humanoid figure finally exited
[3:07:47] Speaker 1: the tight space with a sickening pop. Adrenaline kicked back
[3:07:51] Speaker 1: in and I was already in a full sprint. Above
[3:07:56] Speaker 1: my thumping footsteps and the shuffling in pursuit, I realized
[3:08:02] Speaker 1: there was another sound, a ticking sound. It was faint,
[3:08:08] Speaker 1: barely audible, but it was there, arrhythmic, soft ticking. I
[3:08:15] Speaker 1: yanked the watch once more and stared at the cracked face.
[3:08:19] Speaker 1: The clock hands were moving in a strange way. It
[3:08:22] Speaker 1: read two eleven, all hands pointing in the same direction.
[3:08:27] Speaker 1: I turned the watch, thinking it might have been broken
[3:08:29] Speaker 1: in the tight squeeze, and the hands all turned in unison.
[3:08:34] Speaker 1: It wasn't telling me the time. It was telling me
[3:08:37] Speaker 1: a direction akin to that of a compass. I continued running,
[3:08:44] Speaker 1: and the watch adjusted as I made my movements. It
[3:08:47] Speaker 1: was guiding me, trying to tell me something. As I
[3:08:51] Speaker 1: ran in a single direction, the ticking of the watch
[3:08:54] Speaker 1: started getting more frantic, and the sound of the shuffling
[3:08:58] Speaker 1: returned to reach a crescendo. I hurried my pace with
[3:09:02] Speaker 1: a last of my strength, but was no longer running blindly.
[3:09:06] Speaker 1: I let the soft, steady rhythm guide me through the
[3:09:09] Speaker 1: maze of the alleyways, a sick game of hot and cold.
[3:09:14] Speaker 1: The creature was still behind me. Its shuffling echoed in
[3:09:17] Speaker 1: the darkness, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. Eventually I
[3:09:25] Speaker 1: saw it, a faint red car in the distance, my car.
[3:09:32] Speaker 1: It was still parked in the same spot where I
[3:09:34] Speaker 1: had left it, as if nothing had happened. The moment
[3:09:38] Speaker 1: I saw it, the pocket Watch's rhythmic ticks turned wild,
[3:09:41] Speaker 1: and the creature's pace quickened all over. The senses seemed
[3:09:45] Speaker 1: to flee my mind, and my sole focus was on
[3:09:48] Speaker 1: running as fast as I could. I reached the car,
[3:09:52] Speaker 1: fumbling with the keys with shaking hands. The thing was
[3:09:56] Speaker 1: so close now that I could almost feel its damp
[3:09:58] Speaker 1: breath on the back of my neck. I shoved the
[3:10:02] Speaker 1: key to the lock, through the door open and chummed inside.
[3:10:06] Speaker 1: I slammed the door shut as the creature reached me.
[3:10:10] Speaker 1: The vehicle shook as the beast collided with it, and
[3:10:13] Speaker 1: I closed my eyes in an attempt to at least
[3:10:15] Speaker 1: grant myself the privilege of not looking at that thing again.
[3:10:21] Speaker 1: For a moment, everything went perfectly silent. I sat there
[3:10:27] Speaker 1: in disbelief, my breathing still rapid from the long sprint
[3:10:31] Speaker 1: I had to maintain. The heavy breathing must have been
[3:10:35] Speaker 1: too much for me, or the panic finally set in
[3:10:40] Speaker 1: because I passed out. When I woke up, I was
[3:10:46] Speaker 1: parked at my spot at the office building's parking space.
[3:10:50] Speaker 1: I checked my phone out of habit and saw the
[3:10:52] Speaker 1: time three twenty eight p m. Two minutes before my meeting.
[3:11:00] Speaker 1: Seeing I was on time for the meeting overtook the
[3:11:03] Speaker 1: shock of remembering my phone had died. I gregted my
[3:11:07] Speaker 1: posture as I raised myself up. I didn't waste any time.
[3:11:12] Speaker 1: I pushed the car door open and headed towards the
[3:11:15] Speaker 1: meeting room. I still don't quite know what happened or
[3:11:20] Speaker 1: how I got out, but I knew the watch was
[3:11:23] Speaker 1: connected to it. I distinctly remember holding it while stuck
[3:11:27] Speaker 1: in traffic and wishing I could make it to the
[3:11:30] Speaker 1: meeting in time. And lo and behold I did. I've
[3:11:36] Speaker 1: been back on the same freeway I was stuck on
[3:11:38] Speaker 1: before the meeting, and there isn't an exit where I
[3:11:41] Speaker 1: remembered turning off the road I pulled over in a
[3:11:45] Speaker 1: lay by, and no matter how many times I checked,
[3:11:49] Speaker 1: there was no alternative roots from that spot it seemed
[3:11:54] Speaker 1: my wish had come true, as my grandfather in law
[3:11:58] Speaker 1: had told my wife, but it came at the cost
[3:12:02] Speaker 1: of this chaise. And now it finally made sense why
[3:12:08] Speaker 1: it was passed unto her when her father hurt his
[3:12:14] Speaker 1: leg

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