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castlehead · 6 years

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beauty seems to be really funny most of the time and i like dat.

this idea that sends pop definitions of beauty running for the hills makes for some

quality distance, if only one step back.

what if i had any idea who i was but could see into everybody else

phone home cheeky cosmic touch m8 gonna think this is too easy

yeah but not let’s feel this way without before examining ourselves

for anything fake about it first parting from the idea that there wasnt anyway

and then parting cuz that knows so much

that part of me knows so much abt what do you call it extreme fear of maudlin

i run naked thru the grass singing abt yesteryear

...There’s a move in social situations I like to call, “around the sun” whereby you wait for the game to end to play music, or wait patiently for one plan of another to say its peace so you can say yours. I like to take it to a more extreme level and say, turn down the fuckin tv, I want to listen to a thing I find beautiful.

SONG ONE : like the earth

1. Sit back and dream of clouded metaphors Reveal the schemes that we devised Back in the day, when ur hands were small And the WORLD splayed out colorfully Before our eyes

(chorus)

Take ur thronging bussloads of the living dead Take all the lifetimes of a million busy heads Ur sly intellectuals that laugh in the dome The only place, the only place is in the peaceful tones Of singing birds perched on ascending wires, like notes

2. Caught u up past three, sitting on the porch I woke up from a dream that I immediately forgot That seems to happen a lot, especially if previously I torched a dutch and passed the fuck out But from the ether of my dreams I heard, from the scope of reality I heard you shout

(chorus)

3. The sun and the moon both live in a box And the box is a square made out of lead And the square lies motionless in ur head Like a body on the rocks

Watch the hour tuck away into an evening A day nestled in afternoon light From the beginning In ur mind that made all minds the same The twilight creeping across ur paper brain And I can only burn and burn and burn

And I can turn round like the EARTH And I can be a sphere like the EARTH And I can stitch up the nations With fear, like the EARTH

(chorus)

...people who call it a false flag just don’t wanna think it’s their own who bomb, if it can’t be a towelhead.

SONG TEW : the rainbow

The sinister rainbow blinks over the clover And the dawn is a monster in my brain I'll take a picture before this song is over And I’ll fix u in a wheel to keep me sane

Don’t break out the gin for the old lady creepers Smoke until the blur makes ur head float around I live in hades, burn my tongue on the heater When I lick this heaven ill taste yur sound

(chorus)

What Im saying isnt deep What Im stealing isnt cheap But I know that if i play it loud and long That this song in my head will instead Form a beat

Like a stranger in the rain Slowly driving me insane There's a fork in the road And I dont know whether Or when, all this shit will come together In the end

2. I got a stupid friend who lives in a pause He takes life from the tiger’s jaws, and prays

That life begins again, after it is over And the rainbow shines like a dream, in a daze

Ill take u thru the eye of the needle Ill breathe a testament to ur false gods Ill tell the truth, and contaminate the evil And zap u like a lightning rod

(chorus)

3. Dont you know that the rainbow is the world? Dont you know that the news is already told? Im gettin too old to be unfurled Im seein the rainbow in my mind Im waking up for the daily grind Im singing useless things for useful people The rainbow is not evil, its kind Dont u know that the color kings rattle like a marble In a tin can? And the rainbow eats the darkness like a mother Without a son? Dont u know that u can never be a man? And the rainbow drags across the empty land And the rainbow drags across the empty land

(chorus) (chorus)

...the only division is classical and romantic. all else is contributory to these two. postmodern, modern, no. romantic. it all follows the romantic objective. one is ruled by the time at which it occurred, and the other is ruled by the mechanism of breaking from any present time.

SONG THREE : an ending that promises to begin again

1. A legend sleeps in yur head somewhere You take yur trembling hands And grope for mine, like a bum for spare Change... You cant explain

This strange perdition that engulfs Yur position in the sane... And the trouble of the pulse That leads a broken synapse Up into my eccentric brain... Theres a clot in my neck And the ruins of time Keep me from being able to find A comfortable spot to rest

(chorus)

Im stuck in erasure--a constant exposure To the elements still provides me with eyes To see bad karma writhing in my spleen And I wonder if ill dream While the whole WORLD is awake Will I be the manufactured figure, Will I be fake?

Or will I take these petty abstractions And roll them up into a ball And put them in my pocket Just to feel the reason stall In my throat... Is life a puzzle, or a joke?

2. The life you led one sunny afternoon Is the life you never led again... I can appreciate the reasons For why you did not blend Like a chameleon in the room But cant discern the seasons Of the moon

Yur whispers prosper, loud Like a passionate apostle And the lords are proud of ur Painting on the wall... That skritter of an evening gone Is enough to scatter colors When the sky finally falls, And the lords are like the brothers Of what lorded over them... Take these idols and shatter them... The racket in my brain is loud And does not end And does not end And does not end, even when the jig is up Cuz ive gotten fucked by time: Its an ending that promises To begin again

(chorus)

...Nobody starts an Apollonian, and only those are Dionysian who have the capacity for restraint needed to confer the Apollonian chariot, tho some die without a revision of the vision etc. some die restraintless

SONG FOUR : chauncey ames and the case of jenny preston

1. Chauncey loved the flowers Chauncey loved the trees Chauncey smelled the wind And knew that he was free

Chauncey took a cab home Chauncey felt the air flow Thru the window He paid the driver extra Just for keeping him From being alone... Back, once again To the place that he had left Long ago

In fact, it had been years and years and years Since the man had seen walls Not fortified in concrete... In fact, it had been years and years and years Since this man had put to rest That lying cheat

(chorus)

Chauncey was a killer That was his disease Got off on manslaughter: Fingerprints on a pair keys Got him twelve years For offing someone's daughter Even tho she was eighty three Cuz no matter how old u are Everyone Is a daughter or son To someone

2. Now he's out, but he has his fears... Maybe people will not like him For his past It is unclear Even after all the facts Had been presented... Whether Jenny Preston Was murdered, or just had a bad fall Onto a bed of broken glass They found her in the hall At the head of the stairs, flat on her wrinkled ass

(chorus)

Chauncey was a man of few words But in the end he was unheard His eyes were petrified In delirium His arms shook As he held the gun He took aim On the good book Instead of his brains just to prove a point His neck is craned His eyes like coins That shine their milky matter On the barrel of a luger

(Chorus)

...doubt any of y'all would live up to the wit/confidence/sardonicism y'all judiciously sculpt for hours on the book of face.

SONG FYVE: my summer home

1. This is food for thought Write it down in chalk: The chimney puffs From the fire in the fireplace And erupts in a black plume And with luck The old man Balances a spoon On his nose He sits inside a room As the room grows Smoking from a pipe While its raining outside And the light Is waning, slowly waning, outside

My fingers and my toes Are numb to the bone And I will have my wish To swim with all the fish In the sea of my mind In time ill find A little spot in the country Somewhere peaceful and secluded Ill save up all my money And hope im not deluded And hope that I can find a place Thats nice, a lush spot For a good price

(Chorus) Do you feel that I feel you? Do you feel that you feel me? The time is right to live again To let the atoms wiggle In our spherical galaxy That seems to have no real end But the one that we assume Is reality, and soon We'll eat up all the doom

2. Concentrate upon a single understanding Dont let the sisters on the throne Rage in the dome And find out that this trip Needs more planning to exist

The sky is silver and the universe is green Ill show you things in this world That you have never seen Things that have been waiting So long to be unfurled Things for boys and things for girls Without an explanation Ill bring the nation together And hold it by a tether Show you things for boys And things for girls

(Chorus)

...for example i would never be able to muster the cognitive stones to say all of this, in order, amongst the company of people, even friends

SONG SIX : notion

#1 im in the middle of this phrase Stuck between the lines Bless these simple chains I'll see what I can find In my simple mind To lead to some way out The drip, drip drip of water From the trippy rusty spout Keeps me awake I'll explain that to ur daughter The world is fake The world is miles away:

Chorus: Put a notion on the river And see it travel downsteam Suspended on liquid creature dreams I sweated thru the fever And, between the middle of this phrase Passed all my days in solitude And grew weaker, as the days Passed on in solitude

You can call me daft You can say im frozen In technicolor time That im stranded on an island In the middle of the ocean But I dont have the spine To wiggle thru the shaft And give you back This simple notion

#2 I gots a paper boat Lofting on the water It travels down ur purple throat And dissolves in the water

I set a fire just to see if it could think And I questioned the venom Just to see if it could blink Nonsense on the edge Of the bullshit day Chillin on the ledge, you shape the clay And drive the screws on down And drive the screws on down

I thought of you, thought of you And I felt like a clown

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#3 I crawl out, I crawl out I crawl out of bed I walk down the hall To turn the notion into thread And whisper rumors to the dead Sometimes I try to talk And my voice drops Sometimes the vague paralysis Defies analysis And you are left sitting on a chair In a yellow room That is a technicolor tomb Without a door, confined and spare, I crawl, I crawl I crawl out of bed And walk down the hall And fall and fall and fall Into the creation of sound Until I hit the ground And everything is mother night And the imperfections in yur eye Spangle in the strange notion of the twilight

(chorus) (chorus)

...the broad concept of subjectivity has as much to do with a detailed exegesis of one tenet of it as death itself with the specific way we die

SONG SEVEN : collected and connected

You're a sharp one You're a dumb one You got nobody But the people in yur head

And everybody is connected But you aint connected to them Yur a ghost, on the interim While the fringes die out You live them out To the last splinter Until it is winter And the trees are all white with snow And the blue wind blows

Yu spend twenty minutes Feeling for the lightswitch In a room made out of figments That you shovel into a ditch And bury, along with all yur Dangerous ambitions And as you drive away, you feel The religion Of yur memories corrupt u And yu reel

CHORUS. Cuz everyones connected Everyones collected Into the same intangible organism That lives life in the schism Of ur teeth I watch ur lips move And cannot hear u speak I pick up on the clues and watch the pressure leak Until all of it is used And nothing much is left To be abused

Everyones connected by a string That trembles across the space Of every living thing The fractions of my face illuminate in the light I shake when i sing I am a yellow kite Mangled in a tree Forgotten by the breeze I am a thing, wafting in the breeze But I have begun again, my friend, Just by following the string Follow, follow the string

#2 Two days ago the WORLD was made of angles I opened my eyes to the lost ways And came upon a shallow swale The brush and branches tangled And the rays of the sun, barely Coming thru the jail Of the scary fray

Dont you think that yur fellow men Would like to lend a hand? And dont you think That this desert you have crossed Only gets u more lost Until u arrive at the brink Of the sahara, and find A single, solitary house Where a mumbling old man Is confined

(CHORUS) (CHORUS)

i always dress nice when i have no place to go. otherwise i look like a sweaty coked up hobo. its my chic, paranoid hobo chic. my comportment u say? quirky to the acquaintance, somewhat sad to the friend, an endearing mix of both with a dash of worry to the best friend, and an embarrassment to the significant other. im usually the life of the party bc i bring drugs so people are forced to tolerate my horror of a personality.

rejection is a rare and beautiful flower my time is spent tending it my life wants it to be a gift i water the flower it sits next to my bed it is next to a lamp littered under the lamp are dead ladybugs ladybugs are all over my house but if i am not meant i am not meant and i cast my line of poetry here trying to figure out if it was meant to be there wonder exactly why what is innumerable can be rare and think of lots of things

#poetry #powtry #pome #poem #collage #hodgebodge #zibaldone #desiderata #song lyrics #stuff

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backtothegypsy-blog1 · 7 years

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Chapter 1: The Choice is Made

Well.... Here I am, sitting in the shade, yet still sweating my figurative balls off at my lovely hostel in Moshi, Tanzania, reflecting on our journey here, which started 2 days ago, but really months ago as these things typically do. So, reaching back and considering how this came about, how I'm sitting here, wasn't born of a daydreaming revelation after our previous adventure, as my travel plans typically do. Coming home from our last adventure, remember that grand Patagonia region - if not then I got some recommended reading for you with my other blog: The Grand Patagonia Adventure (hint hint, nudge nudge). I was still so caught up in the high of that trip, didn't want to let it go, holding onto the memories tight in my brain, reliving it over and over again. Man that was an amazing time, the mountains, the hiking, the camping spots, oh Consuela how I miss you dearly... Oh shit I've gotten off track, breath, you're in Africa, focus (this heat might be messing with my head). Anywho, once I could come back to reality, I honestly thought I would be returning to a Latin American country, or possibly several, for our next tour. I love South America and knew there was so much more to discover there and had all intentions of improving my Spanish, heading back down, maybe not as far, maybe do a circuit of Central America, there began talk of Panama, Guatemala, Belize... you get the idea. However, when it came time to decide when we would be able to go, for how long we would be able to take off this year and so on.. We decided that January would be the only realistic time, and 4 weeks is what our circumstances would allow. This brought another significant detail into the picture. January is my birth month, not only that, but I would be celebrating turning the ripe old age of 30! My goodness, I'm going to be a full fledged adult, when did that happen? Now if you know me, you know that I take birthdays very seriously and think that Milestones should also be celebrated with style, basically anything of note is cause for some kind of celebration in my world! But this is a big one. So this trip and the day of my 30th birthday obviously had to be epic.... If I wasn't going to be dressed in a costume and dancing around the streets of Halifax, then what was I going to be doing, and more importantly, where? Whatever I was doing had to be monumental! So then it began, what epic way did I want to spend my 30th? Well out came the bucket list journal to see what younger Shauna had to say about that (she was good for some things I swear). So much of my bucket list involves hikes, long ones, short ones, steep ones, flat ones, red ones, blue ones... Oh dear... There came a full bout of mountain fever. A mountain, of course a mountain, what else could I possibly do but climb a mountain? I mean I'm turning 30... Why not officially embrace over the hill status by going over a really freakin' big hill? Alright well, which one? It's gonna be winter, so somewhere warm would be nice, probably shouldn't choose a mountain in the north where I'll be trekking through knee deep snow for a week to reach (though that would still probably be a good time). Did some research of mountains to climb in Central America, there are volcanos mostly, all of which are basically day hikes, and none grabbed me with the epic factor I was looking for... I needed something bigger, longer, monumental! Near the top of that bucket list was of course Mount Kilimanjaro. I stared at my notes on this one, it had everything I was looking for in an epic birthday trek, Tanzania of course would be warm (as I, sure it is all year round) and beautiful (it's freakin Africa) and have amazing animals so see as well (the Serengeti anyone?) I quickly googled best hikes for January and Mount Kilimanjaro popped up on top of every list I could find, apparently it was the best time to climb, best weather, clearly the universe was trying to tell me something.... So naturally my heart was instantly swollen with that familiar yearning for this to be it, this to be my birthday Mecca. Once I get an idea in my head, a trip in my heart, a grand desire for the perfect adventure, it is very hard for me to settle for another path (impossible really... I'm kind of insane, but in a good way, yes? Hmm). In this moment I felt light as a feather, giddy... You know that feeling of new found love with a person, on like your 10th proper date when your like, wow I can tolerate this person, I want to actually spend more time with them? Well that is what I get when I fall in love with a travel experience, only probably x 10. Come hell or high water I will have it... Wanderlust like fire through my veins, mountain fever making my head swim, jaw aching from the large grin I can wipe off, god damn I love the tortured bliss. As I peruse my notes, I come across my only real challenge, the word I had written in bold and underlined 3 times: EXPENSIVE! It ain't cheap to climb Kili folks, it ain't cheap at all. So what you need to understand about this as opposed to many other climbs and treks, is that there is a ton of regulations/rules/government fees involved with climbing Kili that make it so expensive to do. All prices are shown in US dollars when you do the research, so I'll be a lovely little peach and convert it for my Canadian readers. Let me break it down for you: A 6 day trek (standard) Rescue fee: $26 Conservation fee: ($92 x 6 days) = $552 Camping fee: ($66 x 5 nights) = $330 Porter/Guide entrance fees: $17 each Porter wages: $13.15 x 4 = $53 x 6 days = $318 Assistant guide/cook wages: $20 x 6 days = $120 Guide: $26 x 6 days = $156 Food for 1 person plus crew = approximately $290 Transport: approximately $84 Add all that together and you gettttttt...... $1978 This doesn't include any gear you may need to rent, like a sleep bag or warm jacket. Also you are required to tip your porters and guides so that they can have a decent living wage. You see... It ain't cheap. Now this is obviously negotiated, you can certainly get it for less, this on the high end of the scale for a non luxury company, however you must do so with a bit of caution. The fees are set in stone, which are government regulated and you have to pay, no ifs, ands or buts. You also have no say in the amount of porters you have, the amount they are allowed to carry is regulated by weight, and they actually weigh every bag at the gate to ensure it is so (generally 4 per person, but could be 1 less if you're in a group since certain equipment is shared). You are also only allowed to carry a certain amount yourself, which is significantly less, basically a small day pack. So when it comes to getting a cheaper rate, that means the tour company may have to skimp on certain safety items, equipment, food, or the guides and porters wages (which obviously is a dick move since they don't make much per day for the hard work that it is). Either way, it still ain't cheap. Being the mostly seasonal worker that I am, and avid travel junkie, I had as usual been putting away money for whatever trip I would be going on this winter, and usually by now it's at a pretty decent amount, generally more then I think I will need, so the money existed. However, the real challenge here isn't necessarily the money, it's convincing my boyfriend that we are spending this amount of money on a trip. Now, it's not like Sean is a dream killer or doesn't have the same desire for travel and trekking that I do, but, as most of you know, we had just completed a long not so cheap trip on our last adventure, Consuela took almost as much from our pockets as our hearts, and living the van life in Patagonia isn't the cheapest region of the world to do so. One of the reasons for our thoughts on hitting Central America next was so our dollars could stretch a bit further then they had in Chile and Argentina, then maybe we could consider something a bit more costly for our next trip. So what I will be presenting to Sean is obviously the opposite of that. EXPENSIVE. Why did I have to write that so boldly? So I presented the idea to Sean, and got the response I was expecting, "I thought we were going to do a cheaper trip this year? We aren't rich dear, didn't we just do a trip of a lifetime?" But at no point did an absolute no escape his lips, so I knew, I could wear him down, I could grind on about how wonderful it would be and how it would be a dream trip and oh yeah remember it's my 30th freakin birthday?! Though he kept shaking his head at his silly pipe dream little girlfriend, telling me I'm nuts, saying we will discuss it more when he gets back from sailing, taunting me with indecision... Sure enough, on a glorious day in November, he passes me a piece of paper that it takes me a moment to realize is... His approved leave pass for Tanzania! That shithead had just been teasing me and grinding gears right back at me all this time, though I knew that he would come around to the proper way of thinking, how could he not, how could he deny me? And besides, I already bought the guidebook. So here we are, ready to fork over a small fortune to this delightful and hot country so that we can drink in it's beauty, OD on adventure and meet some enormous kitties (which you get to cuddle right?). Here, sitting in a pool of my own sweat, I look around breath deep and I already know, it's totally worth it.

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waldos-writing · 7 years

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The Dig Initiative: Chapter 23

The Log of Dr. Fletcher

Internal Registry: Dr. Melissa Fletcher, PhD in Neuroscience 2032, Psychiatry in 2032, subseciality clinical neurophysiology from 2032-2035, general practice 2036-2046; moved to Hope General Care in 2044.

Brought in as a consultant for Montemille trials, 03.10.2044. Per her mentor, Dr. Yorick Juliens:

…if, on record, I would admit that Dr. Fletcher would be a keen eye for clinical trial 212. She has an unwavering patience and an inhuman amount of decency for these individuals, which would be seen as a weakness except for her work with interrogation and integration. Her open kindness, while an asset to help control and/or console the individuals, has so far not deterred her from what is necessary to see the trial moved forward to the potentially fatal step in our procedure. She knows what is at stake. And she is comfortable with the knowledge that this is going to help people in the future. We are close to successful turnover, and I believe moving from NVRA to NARA will be successful. I would gladly have Melissa on my team.

Fletcher joined in the second round of NARA pre-trials at Montemille facility in 2035. Charged with seventeen of the sixty patients who had survived the first neurological enhancement drug testing led two sessions of augmented reality simulation with the prototype WsTWD, precursor to the eventual Westwood Trial simulator.

NARA pre-trial, WsTWD session 02 with Subjects 01, 09, 22:

Per protocol, Subject 12 has been moved to quarantine. Has started the fever stage. Talk to Dr. Juliens tomorrow about reworking the serum to account high protein concentrations in blood samples. Still having trouble with calcium in urine samples. Josh tells me not to beg. WsTWD session 02 ‘REFORMATIVE DREAM.’ Add to the atmosphere as we introduce them to the test.

Subject 09 and 22 have grade F sedative patches. Is this a Band-Aid solution to keeping them viable after the inevitable? Cold transfusion slowed it down last night, maybe we make it past 48 hours. Izzie had a seizure before the ice bath. Not sure if she will be available for the third session.

Subject 01 has been the most resilient patient in the program. He is perceptive, attentive to instructions by myself and the staff, and eager to please. We just might see our efforts brought to fruition. High hopes. One concern, have to discuss with Josh. While all patients in the program suffer from a wide range of psychosis, Subject 01 hasn’t shown improvement with counseling. Dramatic sociopath personality disorder. Boasts first that he was the second Jesus come, that he was the only messiah of God, and finally that he was God himself and we would all fall at his feet when he was given into his natural powers. Histrionic, narcissistic. Not my first choice. Believe he even stole status as Subject 01 from a John Doe. Research still needed. Concerns of sadism towards Subjects 10, 13, and 19 [note: 10 history of self-destructive behavior must be ruled out). Charmer. Compare to session 01 notes with Josh. Don’t let him play you.

Hypothesis on NARA restructure with scans of Subject 01 CT scan and MRI:

Intent on continuing with the remaining subjects. We’re going to session 3 following track of Subject 01 and Dr. Grailee’s Subject 47. ‘THE PATH.’ How many times….Talked to Juliens. Josh let go. Can’t get a hold of him outside the office. Check for his address. NARA is augmenting the damaged areas. Needs severely underdeveloped frontal cortex to avoid rapid overexpansion. Great news, obviously, for the initial purpose of the clinical trials, but I believe Juliens and his team have ideas for something else. Fever everyone has exhibited is the body fighting off a wildfire tearing through their brain. Whatever the reason, these are the ones who can survive it. Regrowth. Not regrowth, rebuilding. More accurately, freshly building segments of the brain that did not exist before. Maybe we can figure out how to alter this to repair damaged brain tissue.

Strange aura present in the MRI scan. Also, check on the anomaly in Subject 31. According to records, Subject 31 should not have survived NARA injection. Too much healthy tissue. Appears to have been chemically lobotomized. Muscular hypertrophy symptom adverse event. Subject 47 no longer suffering auditory hallucinations but emotional response shutting down. Subject 01 is playing off of her. They’ve made themselves a pair. We are getting close. I’m just not sure to what.

Note from Dr. Juliens dated 10.11.44:

Pulling Melissa off the project. Send her credentials on to Hildebard. Maybe Hope Center will take her. Move forward with the partnerships. Serum for 01-47.

Locke Security Clearance 6

Fletcher, Melissa. Processed through ALTAMIRA 11.14.46. Holding cell standard, order of Lawrence DuVang. Retrieval by Domestic Division Agents Shutters and Poole. Commendation and 3% increase bonus pay. –Check your paystub, think Brandley shorted us, S.

Altamira Data: audio recording with Agent Shutters and Fletcher, dated 01.01.47:

Shutters: Well, Happy New Year! What a surprise. Don’t know if they brought you the champagne I asked. Probably not. Is that the food ration? Mm. Supposed to be that gray, you think? Listen, I won’t argue the validity of that, but, hey, eat what you eat and be pleased it’s there, I guess. How are you liking the place? It’s nice enough, you know? I thought, given your history, you’d rather like working here. Got yourself a whole crew of people under your belt, if you took it. And now, you seen those machines? Way better contact and readout for the trials. I’ve seen the old equipment you guys used to use in Montemille for Westwood? Barbaric! This scanner they have in there is eons better than the old one. So, why do you keep pulling this self-pitying routine like it’s your only saving grace?

Fletcher: I’m not going to be harassed back into this. Is Juliens out there?

Shutters: Don’t know anybody by that name, but it’s not my place, you know. Not my deal. I got my own to beck and call and serve and all, so, you know. Names. Pfft. No, now listen. Please.

[A sigh on the recording, followed by silence].

Shutters: This is between you and me. I don’t know when you walk out of here or if you walk out of here again, but I have questions too, and maybe you’re the only one who has the answers that’s willing to share them with me.

Fletcher: Why would I?

Shutters: Kindness of your heart. Human decency. I don’t know what gets your tinker toys going, just do this for me.

Fletcher: I’m not—!

[Muffled audio, sharp bang of something striking the wall]

Shutters: Just. Listen.

Fletcher: Stay back

Shutters: First thing is I saw your log on the original trials. You had your hand on Subject 01, right? Bonafide numero uno. Our progenitor, right? Cause I can’t tap my finger on who that is, but they’d have to be high up, wouldn’t they? Second things not adding and multiplying is that it ain’t Lawrence DuVang, I can say that plain as day and be right as rain. Man doesn’t have a talented bone in his body. And if that man did get through it all spiffed up and shiny clean…I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right. I don’t…. Who’s Subject 01?

Fletcher: That was so long ago.

Shutters: Wasn’t really.

Fletcher: And I wasn’t the only one there.

Shutters: Only one left I can find.

Fletcher: I don’t even remember who…?

Shutters: Right, you see? You see, I’ve been reading up on this. Swiped myself a good access badge too. Oh I like hunting and finding things, always have, always did, always will. And what I can say is I’ve learned a few things. Things like how they started with the injections but they’re moving on up to this aerosol deliverable type deal originally used on children, can you even believe that? Something in the file about oracles. Don’t ask me what it is, I don’t know. The CM I pulled it out of didn’t know either and, wouldn’t you know it, I still ended up killing him and his augmenter because they just blab to anyone who asks the right way. Can you believe? Well, now they got this plan to go through and disperse it through the CleanAire towers filtration. What a crazy crock that is, isn’t it? Ah, I don’t think I mind as much as I’m saying I mind, more for show than tell. Maybe it’d be good, we get all the turnovers out of the way and, poof, wipe out anyone who doesn’t have that space in their heads to complete it, right? But, see, then aren’t we just giving the gift to people who haven’t been introduced to the program correctly?

Fletcher: They’re going to infect everyone?

Shutters: Right. Heights is our big trial. I think they’re going to take this show on the road, though. Air. All of us have to breath it. Seems like Subject 01 doesn’t even care if he bulldozes right over everyone, and I didn’t think I did either, but I keep imagining if they do this, we’re either outnumbered by the wild ones or we drop the population too low and maybe then we really are out of luck. Plus, I mean, what’s that thing they said about the kids? Child plasticity is great, but for some reason or another it doesn’t stick. You hear about all the littles they killed? Almost 100%. That’s just cruel to be cruel at this point, and I know that. I am right there on the money with that. So they kill too many adults and all the little kiddies. All them dead bodies everywhere. It’s gonna be rotten as hell, can’t you think? Imagine it.

Fletcher: He’s insane.

Shutters: Me?

Fletcher: Yeah, you too.

Shutters: Course he is. Course I am. Had to be. Said so right in the notes, damaged tissue or underdeveloped areas. Big old spaces in the head to make room. But, thing is, whatever all that happened happened, but maybe we don’t let the biggest and craziest of them try and Armageddon us off this rock.

Fletcher: Do you think you can stop him?

Shutters: Well, it’ll take a bit. I’ve gotta get myself a new partner first. The big guy I paired with is dumber than a sock of stones, or whatever it is. I’d do him a disservice not to tap his brain and make him a White Jacket, you know? I’ll get him moved over, if I can. I don’t even really know, ha ha, I don’t know if you can make the jump. Ha! Might just kill him anyways! Oh, Poole, you sonovabitch, I’m…. I’m getting ahead of myself. Just give over the name, let me see what I can pull and I’ll keep you updated. What are you going to do anyways? Leave? Ha ha ha ha—

Fletcher: Diggs. His name was Diggs.

Shutters: Hmm? Diggs. Mmm. Mmmmmmmmmm. Well, look, I don’t have a leg on it yet, but I will. And I’ll let you know what I have when I can. You sit pretty, Pretty. I’ll be seeing you again.

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