Foriri by Coppice Halifax

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UR SLATE / DISTRANS TELEKOMM REPORT - 17463.space/ur.txt

2021.07 OBSERVATION REPORT: They're getting worse, every hour of every day I feel myself slipping further into the clutches of some great abyss, unable to keep myself awake at all. I cannot focus on translating or analyzing, it is all I can do to remember to press "record" on the monitoring equipment. I can barely even write - these sentences alone have taken me weeks to legibly put down. The worst of it all is that I can feel how observed I am in here. It isn't the Slate that we're measuring and recording, it's me - a human experiment locked inside the room with the control. Over and over and over I wake up doing things - emptying my luggage, thumbing through papers, and I am not even conscious that they're happening. Whatever is closing in on me is doing it because it needs me to do things for it, it needs eyes and hands and mobility. The only thing that even wakes me from these possessed states is pain of injury - a scrape on my head, a paper cut on my finger, a swollen tongue from absentminded teeth grinding. The Slate just sits there, knowing and seeing and waiting, just like that awful dream. The recorders have picked up hours and hours of these winnowing little lines of sound, melodies from some other where and when, windchimes in the void, who the hell knows anymore. I know for certain now that it wants me to touch it, and I'm so scared because my bodily functions are no longer my own. It has starved me into submission and now I can't even tell what's dreaming and what isn't. I've written these lines dozens of times already, only to find that I was imagining it, or worse, that I did it already and the Slate made me destroy it. It is the most horrific sense of not knowing. I have a plan but I cannot write it here or even think about it, the Slate will know. Does it already know? Is my plan of escape what it really wants me to do?

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20210804-06:20 PM-DT-17463: Okay, what are we looking at here? Has this guy really been in there alone with the Slate for the past seven months?

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20210804-06:23 PM-DT-17463: Fine, I don't make the rules, but this is going in my report when we get the building back online.

20210804-06:24 PM-DT-17463: Overheads on.

20210804-06:24 PM-DT-17463: Fuck, it looks like he's cut those. Switch to low-light thermals. Okay, good.

20210804-06:26 PM-DT-17463: Trying to pivot the cams, not getting anything yet. I can see the Slate though.

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20210804-06:27 PM-DT-17463: There he is, at least I can see his body now. It looks like he's unconscious next to the breaker panel. Surge prevention probably fried his brain. Can't get any vitals until the rest of the system is back on.

20210804-06:30 PM-DT-17463: He's standing up now, holding his head. Looks like he's not too steady on his feet. Poor shithead is probably already half vegged, just like the other ones. Gonna need some Class D operators called to the area.

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20210804-06:31 PM-DT-17463: But you remember what happened last time! We almost lost the [REDACTED] and it took us another six months to [REDACTED] before we could try again!

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20210804-06:33 PM-DT-17463: Wait, there's no plexi around the Slate this time? Are you serious? He's going to touch it! He's touc-

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