e-mail from Metacortex to beta test applicants, "Followup: 10/31 incident," Nov 1:

Dear BetaTest applicant, 

On the evening of October 31st, a large electrical storm passed through a portion of the Pacific Northwest. Power surges and outages were reported in the Redland area in particular. Our own backup systems survived the disturbance. 

It has come to our attention that our MetaBroadcast server (which has remote connections to outside providers) momentarily went down, resulting in automated phone calls going out to a portion of our current applicant database. Metacortechs and its affiliates would like to extend sincere apologies for any confusion or inconvenience this might have caused for you. 

Our technicians are currently securing all telephony circuits and lines. Your information is valued, and secure, and we do not anticipate any future occurrences. 

Thank you! 

MetaCortex Beta Test Team

 

Kat's e-mail:

Email from emc2@metadex.net

Date: 11/1/03 12:23
Subject: Unbelievable!

You are never going to believe this! I can't believe it and I was there. It's just incredibly insane.

I had just returned from a short walk gathering wood and stuff for the fire. There were a couple kids not far from the camp site that, like me, seemed to be waiting for something to happen. We were all startled when we saw a group of bats fly through a tree. No, they weren't flying through trees, but THROUGH A TREE! It was the most impossible thing that I've ever seen and I must have stumbled when I went to reach for my camera as I fell through my tent. Right through the side of it. When I caught my balance I swear that I was standing inside my tent yet I was outside. I mean, my feet and legs were in the tent and yet my head and arms were outside. There was no rip or tear or anything it. I just don't know, it's like it wasn't there, but it was. I was surrounded by my tent but I wasn't trapped, it was just a very curious feeling. When I looked to see if the kids had seen it I saw a man standing about 20-25 feet away. He was just standing there not saying anything. I have no idea what happened to the kids, they were gone. It was just him and me and all very strange. I turned and left the tent half way hoping that when I turned back around he'd be gone. But he was just stood there. I tried to talk to him. Nothing. I asked if he saw it, said hello. Nothing. Asked if he was ok, if he understood english. Still nothing. Then I asked if he knew what was happening and he started to leave. It was just so unreal and I felt like I was losing my mind. I have no idea where he went or anything. Why was he here? What was he doing? Was it all just my imagination? By the time I got my camera, he was gone and everything was back to normal.

I'm completely overwhelmed. Here I was absolutely prepared to document everything and I've got nothing but my memories. I wrote everything down afterward, but I'm certain that I missed something. I can't wait to get home and compare my notes with some of the other incidents. I should be home tomorrow morning or so, I'm hoping that something else may happen tonight, though I'm not sure that it will. I'll call you when I'm getting close so that I can pick up Laika. I hope that she hasn't been much trouble!

Beth

 

Phil's e-mail:

Email from emc2@metadex.net

Date: 11/1/03 12:28
Subject: It happened!

Phil! You'll never believe it! I experienced a paranormal event! I so wish that you had been here with me. It was all so very unreal and spectacular. I can't wait to tell you all about it. I didn't take any notes. I couldn't. It just happened so fast and I didn't know what to do. It wasn't at all what I expected, but I don't know what it was that I was expecting. It made my pda go crazy though. I'm not sure what happened to it, but I'll have time to check it out when I get home. I hope that we can talk then. Are you still upset with me?

Beth

 

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November 01, 2003

ethan.thenekodas.com

OK, this is getting weird

Alright, so I'm sitting here this morning, and someone knocks on the door. I open it and it's that guy Todd Rogan, again! I have no idea how he knew I was back in town, let alone what room I was in!

I told him I didn't really appreciate him stalking me, to which he apologized profusely. He just kept staring at me and asking me questions. Questions about where I lived, where I work, my family, etc. etc. At first, I didn't want to give him any information about me, but then I figured if I did, he would FINALLY realize I'm not who he thinks I am and leave me alone.

But the more questions I answered, the more agitated he became. I tried to ask him what exactly was going on, but he was very evasive, saying something about this being so big, and I would just think he was nuts if he told me, that I'd have to 'see some things for myself.'

I asked him what that meant, and he said he couldn't really say, but if I wanted to get to the bottom of things that I might try stopping by the High Flyer Bar down on the lakefront.

He softened a little then, looked me in the eye and told me that regardless, it was really really good to see me again. Then he left.

So how totally whacked is this? I mean, this just happened, and I'm all shaken up. I almost called the front desk to chew them out for releasing my room number to someone, but something about the guy, his sincerity I think, made me decide not to. Plus, I just keep having the nagging feeling that I do know this guy, somehow, although I have no idea how.

Anyway, I get to look forward to a boring weekend with nothing to do, and trying not to let this thing bug me. I just may stop by that bar he mentioned tonight just to check it out. Who knows, maybe something there will let me put this whole thing to rest. At the very least, I can drown myself in Pyramids, heh. I wish it was warmer, or I'd rent a sailboat and relax. Maybe I'll go see a flick.

Ahh, matinees. Just like college.

Posted by Ethan at 01:10 PM

 

Matinee Idol

Honey, please be careful.

I trust in your instincts, though. It's one of the things I adore the most about you. You get people - it's as if you have some innate ability to separate the meat from the gristle when it comes to personalities.

I think that's part of what makes your trips so hard right now. I wish you could just sit with me, quietly, in our living room, and you could tell me why these nights plague me so.

Mmm, tell me all about the movie when you call. If you must communicate with this Todd guy, please, do stay in public areas. I find that I am really intrigued - the sleep-deprived brain in my head feels like an outsider. It's some fantastic story, some movie-of-the-week, but it's happening to us.

Anyway, love you, baby.

Posted by Dina at 01:31 PM

 

In shock

Dina,

I went down to the High Flyer Bar tonight. I went in, went to the bar and sat down. Nice place, good view, upscale clientele. Seemed like a pretty normal place, so I started to relax a little.

I didn't see anybody I knew, and while I was wondering what to do, the bartender comes up to me. That's when things got weird. He smiled and asked me if I'd like 'the usual.' The usual???

I asked him if he knew me, and he said sure I do, you used to come in here all the time. He then gave me a Mack and Jack's, on the house. It was good, heheh.

I was pretty sure that it was becoming apparent that someone's running around out there who's my twin, so I asked the bartender (Mike) who he thought I was.

He looked a little unsure of himself at that point, and said he didn't quite know what I wanted him to do or say. Me? I have no clue! Then he said he'd just better play it safe and give me something, then whatever happens would be in my hands.

He pulled out an envelope from behind the cash register. It's at this point that I'm not sure how to go on about this. The only thing I can think of to do is to put up a picture of what was inside for you to see, because I need you to verify something for me.

Is this my handwriting????

Posted by Ethan at 11:39 PM

 

November 02, 2003

ethan.thenekodas.com

.

Yes.

Yes, it is.

?

Posted by Dina at 01:00 AM

 

November 02, 2003

dina.thenekodas.com

snow globe

The world seems very different now than it did, oh, maybe an hour ago.

Posted by Dina at 01:01 AM

 

November 02, 2003

ethan.thenekodas.com

Sleepless in...no, I won't

OK, sorry but it's true. This thing kept me up all night last night.

Don't do anything until I get home, then we'll figure out what, if anything, we should do from here. I'll be home tomorrow on 938, unless you hear otherwise.

See you soon....finally!

Posted by Ethan at 12:46 PM

 

 

November 03, 2003

dina.thenekodas.com

inbetween

Amazing.

At the point in my life where I feel most unsure of everything and anything that I have ever seen with my own eyes, I have a wonderful night's sleep. I am tense and ready to spring into action, but for the first time in months now I feel rested. It's an odd feeling. When I slept, the darkness was a soothing caul over me. I was cradled in the warmth of real, good sleep.

I have been searching so hard for this sweet relief, and here it is, on the very eve of something inside me breaking through. If it wasn't so readily apparent before, I'd say that my body is taking one last measure of preparedness for the times ahead. Sweet, sweet sleep.

I wish we knew what the next thing was.

 

np: All I Need Is Everything, Over the Rhine

Posted by Dina at 10:25 AM

 

CD found [by players] in Chicago (Cyberia Internet Cafe, located with Ethan's note)

Contents:

 

Folder named 12/29/2001:

                 

 

Folder named "legal":

 

Folder named "personal":

Jesse.jpgjesse2.jpgjesse3.jpg

 

November 04, 2003

dina.thenekodas.com

Leiphe Lessons

How important is your family in your life? Are they a source of strength and support or stress and frustration?

Since I know I've got a couple of people reading these for workshop purposes (hello, Mr. Wongmo!), I'll try to lay off the schmoopiness about Ethan. I forget sometimes that it's not just 'the hubby' <!-- btw, I loathe this word and want to chop off the heads of anyone who uses it. Truly. What a horrible, stupid word - I use it in total irony, here. Perhaps second to it is Dear Husband, or DH for short. Horrifyingly twee --> reading all this. Suffice it to say, Ethan is both the best support I've ever had in memory, as well as a huge frustration. His job takes him away from home so often that it feels like just when I've gotten the hang of routine and comfort with him, the job steps in, and I'm solo for another little chunk of time. He and I get along so well and have so much trust between us - we've scaled the hurdles everyone else does, and it feels quite satisfying to have made this journey with him. I am hoping someday we can find a balance in the stress and machinations of daily life, and find more time for each other. Pixels on the screen and a voice on the phone are less and less satisfying, personally. Sorry, Ethan. I know we're both doing the best we can with what we've got.

Do you have any siblings? If so, what is your relationship with them? How has it changed over time? What about your relationship with your parents?

Both parents have passed on, sadly. I try not to think about it too much. My mother was an amazing person - resilient, somewhat stoic, but loyal and true like no other human I've ever known. Her dedication to her values and the people she loved was a model for me in life from my teen years on. My father, hale and hearty, was the artist with a businessman's attitude. He - he was a musician, too. He taught me violin. He did. There was a piano in the front room. <!-- what the hell? I used to have to dust it every single Saturday, when we did chores. I had to make sure I had practiced all of the pieces he'd put in a yellow folder inside the bench. Each piece, three times, at the very least. The sun would slant in through the curtains, a glow that would fill the room and make each note soft and it would ring through the air with a resonance that astounded me, even as a kid. That I could place an index finger on a smooth ivory key and press, and I'd be making music. Mom used to watch me, she would stand with an armload of books or newspapers or research materials - on her way to another room to work, and she'd watch me, listening with all her heart. Sometimes I'd forget the whole world, but I could feel her there, listening and absorbing my attempts at making Chopin run like cool water and desperate laughter. The years I spent drowning in music - how could I forget? The singing strings of the violin, the pizzicato plucks that gave me a blister on my finger, Suzuki feet and resin dust tickling my nose. Scherzo scherzo scherzo andante adagio scherzo scherzo scherzo. The world is a scherzo. This must have been a dream stuck somewhere - how do I not know any of this now? Until now? This front room, this loving mother, this father who has apparently passed down music and love and passion of the depth of humanity through art - when I have only found music this past year? What is happening to me? -->

Anyway, my relationship with them was as normal as could be, I suppose! Fights with mom as I turned into a surly rebellious teenager, distance from my father until it was almost too late. All the makings for an ABC After School Special - On How to Be Normal. Yep.

Siblings I have none, although I think I managed to stray from being an Only Child, by dint of being too absorbed in other people's lives to really worry about my own. Books that I read, movies I saw, music I listened to. I used to sit and listen to the Beatles, Paul and George warring for best-loved in my heart(John wouldn't have wanted anything to do with me, I am sure), quietly freaking at side four track five of the white album. I had many friends as a kid, and a lot of the time they felt like an additional family - we were all so close, especially in high school. I wonder where so many of them have gone. How did we lose touch?

Are you married or single? Are you happy with your current situation?

Married, and very happy.

Do you have or want children? How do you picture yourself as a mother or father? Is it similar to how you remember your own mother or father?

I don't think I ever wanted children. There was no primordial tug, no epiphany upon inhaling the powdered scent of a friend's 3-week-old, no nesting instincts. I say was. Perhaps I am not so sure now. <!-- not sure not sure not sure but oh god, I read this question days ago and it's still causing me great distress. I can't help it - these tears from the pit of my stomach, the loss I am feeling that is ever-so-slightly detached from my reality. I wanted him and needed him, and had him, right here, with me. He is gone. He was never mine. Taken from my life as if he never existed. Ruffling his hair, the top of his head warmer than mine - he's been playing around, he's been out with friends, he's been drinking too much soda, he's got bright sparkling eyes and he is there for us. He is there, in our home, a mind like a trap, cutting a fine literary figure in his flannel and his ratty old gym shoes. I miss this person I have never known. I can feel the absence ... here. Right behind my eyes, right in my heart, an ache that supercedes the pale yellow-green of spring, the glory and joy of singing, the flat of my hand against cool varnished wood. I've been looking all this time. I've been sleepwalking through unfamiliar terrain. I am held here inside four times two times three times 5 walls. I miss him so, and I want him back. -->

Is your family a source of financial support or do you find that you need to help support them? How does this make you feel?

Ethan is our breadwinner at present, although we've both held jobs before. The past several months have seen me taking a break for some work on music. If all goes well (cross fingers!), I'll probably start teaching lessons to younger students. I gotta learn this stuff first, though. I'm still a kid, music-wise.

Posted by Dina at 03:16 AM

 

music homework

music.jpg
[notes spell out "dead cafe"]

Posted by Dina at 06:22 AM

 

music homework, cont'd

659.255113825739859
830.609395159890277
987.766602512248223

[frequencies of notes that form a musical "triad"]

Posted by Dina at 07:45 AM

 

dina.thenekodas.com/deadcafe.html:

 

 

Dream falling, dream hitting the ground.
Dream waking.
Except I'm not awake. Of course.

Apocalypse all around me
deserted concrete slabs and broken windows and blown-out cars
the sky is rumbling and furious in dark roiling clouds and electrical energy
this is hate, seething, the after-math
what is this? I can't breathe very well here, and I am feeling pinned by the atmosphere.
(pinned like lead aprons for dental work x-rays, heavy pressing, even layer of dread and gravity over every inch of exposed skin and limb)
the lightning, the electrical storm, it's gorgeous in a cinematic sort of way, except I am HERE, NOW
and I can feel it in my hair
and the smell of it in my nostrils
the smell of human decay, of dust and engine oil
the whipsmart black pepper ozone flatness
This is terrible
I can't find my family, here
I can hardly lift my head
There are caverns in the earth and there are angry gods in the heavens
So much chaos here

I expect to feel more pain, but somehow it's being leeched out of me and transformed. I start to get angry, and then it's gone. I start to struggle, and then I immediately forget why I am struggling.

I am jealous of the world for being angry. I cannot feel anything.

There is very little color in this dream that I can remember. Shredded posters on the remaining wall of a low building - rusted red, like dried blood. Yellow, indanthrone, striped across in headlines, probably some band played there once. There's absolutely no music now. There's almost nothing.

 

dina.thenekodas.com/triad.html:

This is the first time my dream has started with a voice, rather than imagery. I am not entirely sure, but I believe the dreams are gaining more substance because I've been making such a habit to write them down. Details that most people might not remember in that first cold-sweat moment after waking are now occurring to me more often and more easily. For instance, the man's watch has no numbers on its face, there is a smell of dry-erase marker when I see mathematical symbols, the bicycle is not only blue, the person's pedaling backwards, etc.

"Out of this life every land is exile."

It's a warm voice, warm like tobacco smoke and lemon furniture polish. The voice carries the archetypical classic grizzled old-eccentric-in-his-wood-paneled-study timbre. It's soothing. It's the kind of voice you want at the other end of the phone line when you've been long gone from home, and you miss it terribly.

A rousing cheer comes up from a small crowd of party people at this affectionately tendered statement, and suddenly the lights of the dream snap on. I'm dressed to the nines, I'm in some sort of side parlor in a large house, and chairs are gathered/crowded around two mismatched tables laden with a feast of fruit and wine bottles. We've been merry. Hey! Why can't my dreams start a bit earlier in the timeline, here? I haven't been to a party this friendly and decadent in quite some time. I must have been telling stories, mostly, and the audience is listening, rapt, as I talk about bits of new songs I had written, and I sing a refrain or two, and wow, the people clap and smile and their eyes are clear and shining. (I must be nervous about the recital coming up)

We're in another country, here, I know. We're the foreigners, and we're in this little room with a dozen chairs and the taste of grapes on our tongues.

The best story I tell is about the tortoise - the one from the dream breakfast. I talk about its wisdom, the way it moves through this world into the next, and how it apparently absorbs the thoughts and dreams of all who hope, and every night it spells out those wishes in faint glowing letters on its shell. It sometimes whispers, and taking a deep breath, I quickly whisper out my dreams and hopes and hurts and wants in one long breath, in a rasp that sounds exactly like a tortoise would, and the room is filled with delight and wonderment at this creature I've discovered, how I am able to recall its amazing ability.

The only hope I remember speaking is, "Him have I lost; the wish to find, the want to know, the need to hear and see."

 

Marcus Ormond's metadex:

Ormond's metadex, Nov. 5th - Dimitri.zip

                 

decodes to:

I know that my dad trusted you and I could use your help. I don't know where else to turn. It has been too long, I should have heard by now. None of our plans have worked out. I know that they are still out there! But where? Do you know? Have you heard? Can you help? This is all my fault. I wish I understood what I did.  -J

 

November 05, 2003

dina.thenekodas.com

i'm holding on.

Posted by Dina at 01:46 AM

 

making a mix

song
song
song
song
song
song
song
song
song
song
song
song
song
song
[the names of the composers spell out "ballads of frogs"...also, these links don't work]

Posted by Dina at 09:30 AM

 

dina.thenekodas.com/balladsoffrogs.html:

what we didn't want to do was start over what we didn't want to do was let someone else make our decisions for us what we didn't want was an extra side of apathy with our order and oh ethan how we tried, we tried so hard to remember clinging to that rock face, sisyphus and and prometheus both how we loved and lost and won the battle lost the war

those rounds those squares those angles this chair my love and you - there could be a place a place a place here
her
her
her
him
me
alone
it's so cold here in the house right now such a sense of foreboding and i can feel the other side of this wall, almost as if i could put my hand right through it i am afraid to try because i think right now in these hours of hell and steel i just might, like a ghost, and then i will lose you i will pass through and i will subsist on ghostly meagerness and memory of you, and you will not know how to follow me


this panic is like a shaking bundle of clanging heavy cords of metal, wire jangling and shrieking with aggression and cold. i am so cold right now, hands are numb and fingertips icy - our dear boy he is smiling and he is ours and i never want to let him go. we made a promise, to each other, and to him, to never let him go but those hands too strong to be anything but authority defined, they pulled us like taffy, they stretched our world thin and it snapped and suddenly the messy room and the posters and the video games and the teenaged voice were gone gone gone oh how we were supposed to take care of him, and now he's gone he may be dead and we have failed, love

my boy. my beautiful little boy.

aeschylus scratches on his tablet and we are represented by faceless chorus and meager settings. this is the wasteland, you and i here and alone and pounding against the end of the world, never able to break the glass and breathing the air that's gone heavy and stale with ignorance.

my memories! these floods of emotion are almost too much to bear. every hour they plague me, like fire racing across my scalp, and i am gasping, sobbing, my pulse rate is too high, and then it's gone. like a fever, it breaks. and then it is back again: my alarm clock used to have blue lcd, my favorite piece of music is 2 minutes longer than the one i know now, i used to have such a fondness for cinnamon. wracked, wrung, wrong.

 

Phil's e-mail:

Email from emc2@metadex.net

Date: 11/5/03 20:02
Subject: freaked out!

Phil, I've tried to call you twice now and not gotten an answer. I saw the man again only this time he was at my house! I don't know what to do. He just showed up here. It was the same thing. I talked he just stood there. Why does he do that? He completely startled me and I didn't even say hello. Just "you again?" or something. He wouldn't tell me how he found out where I lived. He was responsible for those files. I told him that I figured them out, not that I did. I mean, I know what they say but who knows what they mean. Why'd I even tell him that, I don't even know if he put them there because he won't talk to me. I mean if he didn't put them there why would he care? I don't know. But if he didn't put them there, then who did? Then I just started babbling about the crazy tent. Which was stupid. I knew he wouldn't answer. So, of course I started asking him to talk and what he wanted from me. I think I even tried 20 questions at one point. All pointless because he's just there to freak me out! He says nothing and now he's at my house! Well he's not here now. I mean he left just as quickly as he showed up. Phil, What is going on? Who is he? Am I in danger? Should I be freaked out? I hope so, because I am. I wish you had been here. You'd save me from the scary freak, wouldn't you? Anyway, I'm more than a bit nervous. I hope that you call. I've got to get out of here. I think I'm going to go over to Kat's. I'll have my phone with me. Call. Please. I miss you. I don't know what's up, but I miss you.

 

Kat's e-mail:

Email from emc2@metadex.net

Date: 11/5/03 20:17
Subject: on my way

Hey there.

I'm just finishing up a few things here and then I'm on my way. I can't believe that freak showed up at my house! I suppose I should be scared. Well, I guess that I am a bit freaked out by it. I mean, he was at my house! Oh well. We'll not think about that. Oh, Phil may call me tonight. I wonder what is up with him. Maybe you can help solve that anomaly. See you in a bit.

 

from Beth's metadex, Nov 5:

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<communication protocol="cg://ara9975.lka18383">
   <bootstrap interop="standard" value="true"/>
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               <detection>
                  <subject class="search_program"/>
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               </detection>
            </message>
         </notification>
      </event>
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paintover.net:

http://paintover.net/wristwatch/not.*

not.jpg
Caesar

 

III, i, and I'm still here.

It pisses me off to think that I was going to fall for it - that I was going to let some doubt and fear overshadow the amazing things we've managed to do here over the past several weeks. I worked hard, man, and for what? For you all to bail on me?

I don't think so. I took a little trip, and I think it's quite clear, I was right all along. We saw something, something undeniably related to the whomp on our computers. We sat on our butts, people. We allowed this data to overwhelm us and we never really questioned it. We just sat back and said, "Pass the remote, dude."

Out there, in the open air and away from the hum of the fan, or the whirr of the processor, Random and I saw things you'd never expect, except on Ripley's Believe It or Not. 

I'm back, and don't you forget it. I am not intimidated, I am not scared, and I don't really care if you stick around for the ride or not, any more. You all had your chances, and while I think it's stupid that your skills are going to waste with the scripting you'll most likely go back to now that you've left this project hanging, I am not going to hang onto the hope at this point.

If anything, I'll share a little. If it helps. So WHAT if you don't trust me? Random's golden, and he saw the same things I saw?

Are you on board, or not?

 

 

 

not2.jpg

Caesar

 

Why "caesar"? Well, probably not for the reasons you'd expect. 

It takes a unique freak to be a real pop culture junkie. On today's 'net, any jerko can slavishly track the progress of the latest Tarantino flick on $movie_portal_website or debate the merits of the $elves_and_orcs_ahoy trilogy in exhaustive, mind-numbing, spec-wallowing detail on some fanboy forum somewhere. This is all well and good, and there are definitely hipster silent bob type wannabes who would leech off of the realtime adulation of their fans and who are secretly checking the boards for anything the reviews didn't say. And yeah, that works for some, but not for everybody. I was looking for something.....I dunno....purer. 

See, I got bored with what modern film had to offer a little while ago. So I decided to go back through the years, a decade at a time, and see what came BEFORE everyone started spending all their time focussing on the cash cow of Hollywood and what cinematographer did what - basically, when people just went to the movies to see a story, and to be entertained. And what I found, instead of this constant parade of meta-archetypes that are full of irony and self-consciousness, were several generations of real, genuine, natural badasses. Celluloid men for whom self-confidence came naturally because they KNEW that the world would be out there staring at them, not because their publicists and agents TOLD them so to pump up their ego. 

In the 1970's, I found Fred Williamson. The Godfather of Harlem. Pure swagger. 

In the 1950's, an embarrassment of riches. Sure, no one remembers Harold Tasker or Louis Calhern today, but look at their supporting casts! Icons all: Brando. Gielgud. Jimmy Mason. Heston (although I got SOMETHING I'd like to pry outta his cold dead fingers....) 

In the 1930's, the mother lode: Edward G. Robinson. This guy resonated with me so hard it hurt. Little guy, pissed on by society, won't roll over but decides he's gonna play tough anyway. Just squirrelly little Emanuel Goldenberg, up there against the rest of the world. "Mother of mercy...is this the end of Rico?" The gangster is the perfect blueprint for today's 'net cowboy. 

They don't make 'em like Robinson anymore. Name me one modern actor that has that blend of thuggish panache and pure stubbornness. Well, maybe Pantoliano. Which, now that I think of it, he was a Caesar too, once, wasn't he?

 

 

 

not3.jpg

Caesar

 

Too many years of scanning network backbones by the glow of my monitor. Too many late night pizza feasts, becoming the poster child for poor diet. It’s too much trouble, but when there’s nothing else in the house, coffee blacker than the blackness of my screen. Too much working myself right up to the edge of that adrenaline rush, finding one last neglected port to worm into. Eventually it caught up with me. Yeah yeah, I know they say it's genetics, but I can't help feeling like I'm paying for living a normal teenage life. 

I don't remember the first time, but I remember the ugliest. I was four hours into a marathon session of Half-Life on the 'Gamex - SO much cooler, btw, when you play it with the mod chip installed - and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor. She had her arms locked tight around me and was screaming something in my face. "STOP IT! STOP IT! PLEASE!" It was a grand mal, lucky I hadn't bitten my tongue or gouged my face on the side of the coffee table going down or something, and it's not like the two of them hadn't seen it a million times before. But it had been getting better - hell, I had been on the Dilantin for something like six months by that point which was doing NOTHING to help my acne - and I guess the 'rents never expected to see another seizure that bad. 

I was laid up for five straight days. Treated like a king, they waited on me hand and foot while I laid in bed and sipped juice and avoided strobing monitors and tried not to look pathetic. All the time, I was just itching to get back online. 1337 h4x0rs have to stay wired, or our batteries run down. Scratch was just itching to give me shit for time spent off the grid, totally. 

Monday I played catchup to see that my firewall had taken a solid pounding while I was playing sad little invalid. I figured, okay, what goes around comes around. The urchins probably wanted to see what the hell I was keeping on MY root for a change, and were keeping themselves busy this whole time. Little did they know that instead of the thousands of game keys and ripped .mp3s and porn archives they might expect, all they would have found was a bunch of diagrams and Metapoint slideshows for my Civil War Gettysburg battle recreation project. 

Outflank. Rush. Retreat. It's like chess or football.....some people don’t get this game, but it’s fascinating to me. Lose the battle, win the war. 

Anyway, so I scanned the attack logs on the firewall. Much to my surprise, instead of the usual sneering from Scratch and 1337 attitudes from the rest, all I saw were the closest thing you could ever get to warm fuzzies from people you would prolly never meet in fleshspace. "come back come back five and dime whatever, C!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", said one from mello (ha ha, I am poor diet poster child, he is Ritalin poster child), " urchins are lost without you!!!!!!!!!! BACK BACK BACK NOW NOW!!" 

Someday I will be ruler of the world, and I will outlaw exclamation point keys on keyboards. But at that second, plugging back in, I knew I was home again. 

And it felt okay. 

 

Aquapolis incidentlog, Nov 6:

SafeSys Incident Log
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03:11:09-send/initalrm/delta/tinos
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Event Duration-00:06:52

 

e-mail from Beth to her mailing list, "Home again, Home again," Nov 6, 4:08

Well, here I am back in Redland safe and sound. I had a great trip that left me glad to be home and yet wishing I wasn't.

It's always sad when you return to work after some time off and the place hasn't fallen apart without you there to hold it together. When you are just always there, it's easy to delude yourself into believing that the company just couldn't do without you. After a week away, it seems that aside from a slew of emails nobody noticed that I was away. Granted my boss was thrilled to see me walk in the door on Monday morning, but I'm not sure if that was because of my work or because he was worried about me.

Perhaps I just miss the days of old. Ran into an old friend from my little stint in Switzerland yesterday that triggered memories of days and friends gone by. It completely surprised me when I saw him walking down the hall. I almost didn't recognize him with the stern all-business look. Dim was always the energy of the room and his laughter could be heard down the street. To see him so rigid, so professional, just highlighted the changes that have taken place. The last time I saw him was when he took James and I to the airport for our return to the states. We stopped at a little café and had so much fun that we missed our flight. I miss those days. There was just so much hope and faith in the future and what it held. We were a team, a strong team. While nothing would fall apart if you took a week's vacation, your absence was felt and you knew you were missed.

There was a bit of odd news on my return which also may have something to do with it. A new coworker was named employee of the month. While I'm happy for her, it just struck me as odd. Not only is she new to the company, she's from my department and I'm not even all that sure of what she does for us. She's in the department, and she shows up for departmental meetings, but she doesn't seem to have any of the typical responsibilities. It just all seems out of place and I'm not sure what to make of it. Why her? Why our department (again!)? She is a great girl and has become someone that I can count on. But that's socially, not professionally. An employee of the month should be someone that represents the company in an outstanding fashion. She just does not, at least as far as I can tell.

Speaking of her, she was a fantastic help while I was away. Not only did she watch over my place, she welcomed my dog into her home. Laika almost didn't seem happy to see me! I had to call her twice before she came bounding into arms. Next time maybe I should board her. At least then I can't even get out the first syllable before she attacks me. The home was all in one piece, mail piled neatly on my desk. Heck, if I didn't know better, I'd think she even straightened up a bit for me.

I'm glad to be home, though I do wish that I was still away from everything. It was nice to be able to think about things without any distractions. Now I'm home and I'm still as confused as ever and even a bit scared. 

I suppose that I just wish that I was still away from here and in the heart of everything else. It was an amazing vacation and I finally experienced my first "anomaly". I'm not completely sure of what all happened, though it was definitely something. I'll upload my notes to my archives as soon as I get a moment to get them all in order. Part of me is convinced that this is a hoax or some massive joke on me. If any of you are in on it, please let me know. I'm a bit spooked, I'll admit it and we can all move on.

There is definitely evidence that this is a hoax. In both Alabama and Washington, a man was present for the events. However, I cannot for the life of me figure out how he could have done the things. Sure, a few can be explained as illusions, but they were so real. Others cannot be explained at all. Yet if he wasn't behind them, why was he there?

I did not experience the event in AL, yet I was right in the center of it in WA. It started when a few bats flew through a tree like it was the night sky. That startled me and I fell through my tent and wound up with half my body in the tent and half of it out of the tent. It was as real as anything else that I've seen or experienced, but I suppose it could have been some crazy trick. What gets me the most is my PDA. I asked the man a few questions and he didn't respond. Yet when I went to write some notes, there were new files on the PDA; files that I did not put there. Ok, he could have put them there. Wireless connection and all of that. However, the files turned out to be the answers to the questions that I asked him in XML. I did not see him with a PDA or any device. I did not see him type. So, how did that happen? Was there someone else involved? How could it have happened so quickly?

I have since seen this man on several occasions. He's always at a great distance, but he's there. So, I begin to wonder if I have a stalker. It's very possible. Heck, I tell all of you virtual strangers quite a bit about me. I suppose it wouldn't be hard to find out more. Yet, he's always at a distance and so I've not been too worried. However, tonight he showed up at my home. He knows where I live and this time he was rather close to me. That's troubling. Again he wouldn't answer my questions. When he left, I checked my PDA. And there they were, his responses. Now seriously, if this is one of you, stop it. I bought into it. Cool little hoax. Well done. I want to know your secrets....how did you do it! If it's not one of you, who or what is it? What does it mean?

Well, I've rambled on long enough and I'm late to go pick up Kat. Hopefully a good movie will help me get my mind off of this.

Beth 

 

November 06, 2003

ethan.thenekodas.com

Preoccupied

Wow, it's been so hard to concentrate today. My mind is just reeling, and I keep finding it hard to focus, which hasn't been good.

The good ol' left-brain keeps telling me how there must be some reasonable (reality-based) explanation for everything, but I can't seem to deny the obvious conclusion that all of this good hard evidence seems to be pointing us to. An entire literal former life, job, family. That's so crazy, yet there it is, staring us in the face. Plus the fact that, if you accept that hypothesis, so many things start making sense.

I can't say I've had a flood of memories start coming back. I almost wish I had. It's more of a vague sense of dim familiarities. I keep telling myself these are other peoples' lives, belongings, and yet I'm forced to consider our undeniable handwriting on a wedding certificate that's not even ours!

What does all this mean? Who were we? What happened to us, and why?? Who did this? What of the memories I do have? What was real, what was illusion?

One thing is becoming increasingly clear: To find out, we must find and talk to those who apparently knew us as Ryan and Silvie. Especially the boy.......our son?

I think I'm losing my mind.

Posted by Ethan at 08:36 PM

 

November 07, 2003

ethan.thenekodas.com

cold

I was going to post directly from Cyberia, but I'm still shaking, and I felt like staying in that place one second longer would be more than I could bear.

My hands are so cold right now. This cold snap and the adrenalin coursing through me right now have me fighting the shakes. Ugh.

I was madly curious if there were a CD here in the city, so I went ahead and checked it out without you. I parked in the lot across the street, and it seemed a lifetime that I waited first on the sidewalk, and then at the median for all the cars to flood by, so I could cross. The warm smells of the elotes carts wafted over - chili powder, steamed corn, sweet smell of shaved ice flavorings, mixed together and carried in the damp, cold air.

Inside this little hole in the wall internet cafe, it was warm and inviting and somewhat cramped. There was a woman at one terminal jotting notes and kicking up her feet in one of the comfy chairs as she transmitted data via her laptop. Another couple of young men were scrolling through shows at the Double Door at one of the cafe's computers.

The place was too small to go looking for any sort of hidden spot - so I bucked up all my courage and asked the guy that was there if there was any sort of package for 'Emerson.'

"Nope," he smiled, "Someone already got it. So sorry."

"What?? When??" I managed to squeak out. Reminder to self, jaw hitting floor decidedly unsexy.

"I dunno, but I think one of our other staff members handed it off just a couple of hours ago."

Stunned, but unsure of how to handle this ... disappointment? vertigo? in a public location, I ordered some herbal tea, sipped at it for a few minutes as I perched on a chair, and then thanked the man and headed back across the street to the car, the purple awning one of the only truly colorful spots in my line of vision.

I came home.

A couple of hours ago, someone came into that cafe, and asked for the very thing that was specifically for us to find. I don't know what's going on here, but I am not sure I feel very safe right now. It doesn't feel safe for either of us. How could someone have known about the information we were looking for? Why would they take something that was not meant for their eyes?

Who knows about this? Why do they want this information?

I can't stop shaking.

I am looking over the files you sent me, and I wonder if it would've been the same files at Cyberia, or perhaps something different. An explanation for all of this, a justification for the confusion and fear I am feeling in my heart.

The photo of the boy is the one I stay with the most. That's our boy, Ethan. I can feel it as surely in my heart as my music - he is bound to us much as we are bound to him. The promise of love and care is one that cannot be made lightly. When I look at his photo, I see the same eyes I saw in my dreams - he's brushing past me downtown where everyone around me is dressed in opera wear, he's the one holding my hand in the slate grey darkness of nothingness and loss.

He is mine, and he knows me, through and through. We have been through things together, he and I. He is my wonder and my joy, and right now, he is my sorrow. Where is he, love? Why are we here now, in this place, with no recollection in our lives of this most important aspect? How in the hell did we get Here, when There is a place that doesn't even connect up with our present day? Who did this to us, and why?

I can hardly believe it myself. I look at the documents, and they feel right. And yet, something is very wrong about this. Somehow I refuse to believe we had anything to do with this, that we somehow orchestrated a major upheaval like this. But it looks like we did. And it also looks like someone else knows. I am never going back to that cafe - someone could be watching, you know?

Tomorrow won't get here soon enough, Ethan. You'll be here, and then everything will be at least OK on the surface. We'll have each other.

Posted by Dina at 05:20 PM

 

November 08, 2003

dina.thenekodas.com

bored-ish

Just found out Fiona's going to be at a seminar, and so won't be able to post the Leiphe Lessons this week. Foo. It's not like they're all that involved or complicated, but I do really enjoy working on them when the sleep won't come, and then after a few days, putting them out there.

Have a good seminar, Fiona! Looking forward to your return to the lessons, of course. :)

Posted by Dina at 12:07 PM

 

eye o' storm

Calmer now, in general. All the upheaval behind the scenery of my life seems to be, well, not settling, exactly, but fitting into place.

Even chaos has its own niche and home in everyone's lives, you know?

Besides, a bit of cabin fever never really hurt anyone ...


np: Poor Skeleton Steps Out, xtc

Posted by Dina at 12:10 PM

 

paintover.net:

decrypted:

10:30 - testing (loading cryptoscript for secure transmission) 

10:44 - caesar, i'm here outside elmview ga. definitely a whomp, but somehow skewed. circumference is not as wide as expected, epicenter seems extremely unstable at outset. also seems two hours early. 

10:55 - things are repeating. feeling of inertia. saw an echo shadow of self approaching the site. i can see myself sending the test post to paintover. so weird! i am calm despite this. whoah, that building is no longer a single-story brick - it's glass and steel and at least 20 stories. i can't believe my eyes. 

11:15 - something's not right here. duration and execution of whomp is not happening as a chaotic outward ripple from epicenter - there is a systematic and organized ... rebooting of the area around me. some things are changing, others remain untouched. it is currently quite easy to side step the changes. wish had more data-collecting ability than currently. to the naked eye whomp is less anomaly, more automated. 

11:33 - crapola. things are escalating. cannot find way out. my echo is gone, and I am fine, or maybe the other way round. running, but whatever is effecting the area is moving faster. feeling caged, harder to dodge. 

11:39 - wind, rain, bright sun. hard to see. caesar, can't do much now. never should have come. will try to upload addtl data if can 

11:43 - sweep no more SOS hurt in g_ 
    

    

November 09, 2003

dina.thenekodas.com

Dina Lessons

1. So how does it feel to have your entire life perspective turned completely inside out and all garish like when your friends in school used to be all, "Look at this!" and they'd turn their eyelid inside out and you'd be all, "ew!!!"

Well, I think I am handling it well, under the circumstances. I am impatient. I feel like something is expected of me, and I don't like that. I like to feel in control of my life, but apparently, that's not really the case. The universe can bite me.

2. Give us an example of something cool your kid has done lately.

Oh, gee, let me go rummaging through this pile of mail, his report card just came the other day! *sigh*

3. Your house is burning. What do you rescue from it, and why?

Let it burn. Let it all burn. This is not my beautiful house.

4. What do you want most from today?

I want to be able to have my boy come home and greet me with a grudging teenaged hug. I want to know that he's not lying in a ditch somewhere. I want Ethan and I to pick out gifts for Jesse's birthday, and I want to know who that girl is, and if she's sweet, and if she is responsible and caring enough for my kid. I want more than anything to know that he's OK and that he knows I love him.

I want to shrug off this plastic life I've apparently given myself. Why am I here? I want to know why. I want to shake the person who did this by the shoulders and demand a reason, and retribution. I want my old life back. I don't care how terrible it may have been, it's still the life that I had CREATED, for MYSELF. I chose to live the way I did, and I chose to have a child, and just LOOK at him, will you? I want to know why I am being denied, why I am living here, what the hell this all MEANS.

I want to pummel the Fates for making me doubt my will. Pummel them until they're dust.

 

OK, that got maudlin rather quickly.

Posted by Dina at 05:03 AM

 

paintover.net:

November 10, 2003

hm. consider me another hand, k? i'm on it, see what i can find ...

Posted by bounce at 01:39 PM | Comments (12)

 

November 10, 2003

dina.thenekodas.com

bisy

I have been a flurry of activity.

The journey is in front of me.


What is the first step?

Posted by Dina at 09:33 PM

 

paintover.net:

November 10, 2003

 

well, hello!

it's me.

ow.

Posted by texel at 09:44 PM | Comments (2)

 

more

i'm resting up, currently. i'm fine.

i shouldn't be fine, considering what happened, but you know, what's a broken ankle when you've just survived your very first in-person whomp?

by all rights, i should be dead, and all i can say is, how thankful am i that that thing was not meant for me? that is to say, i feel extremely sorry for whom that was meant - that was not just some ghosts, or dudes with boards out in a cornfield.

btw, i find it very curious that not only did i escape relatively unscathed, but so did my portable. mostly. unfortunately, the power supply got totally fubared (battery chamber smashed up a bit, a/c jack bent in beyond repair), so i couldn't retrieve anything off it, or tell you guys anything until now. oh boy.

Posted by texel at 09:48 PM | Comments (2)
 

voila

love note from a mysterious benefactor

"Miss Kinross is safe and well. She appears to be suffering from a broken right ankle and a certain amount of bruising, but is otherwise not seriously harmed and will recover in due course. There is no need to be alarmed."

Posted by texel at 09:56 PM | Comments (1)

 

Right now, I am pretending that there are Powers That Be, and I am thanking them profusely.

I am so GLAD you're back!

And, wow. Guys, take a look at that file.

texel, get home when you can. You are amazing. That's all there is to it.

Posted by caesar at 09:58 PM | Comments (2)

 

:)

texel is brave
texel is a little crazy in the head
texel made us all very, very worried
texel is a slice of multi-grain toast
texel is
texel is back

Posted by bounce at 10:05 PM | Comments (4)

 

And savagely she goes limping
Into the lazy nannygoats,
Laughing while they cover
Quickly in the dumbfound horses

And star-struck the kings of the cobblestreets
Hang loudly in praise of the fishwife
Scrubbing while they blaze
Finally into the seashaken downy night

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front page of thenekodas.com:

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November 11, 2003

 

Dearest Ethan,

I thought you might like this attempt at a sketch.
I also got to play with transferring with water and other solubles. The effect is kinda neat.

Love,

Dina


jessesketch.jpg

[music from song "Papillon"]

Posted by Dina at 03:38 AM

 

dina.thenekodas.com/papillon.html:

It is spring.

He says, sit there. Make yourself comfortable.

I say, thank you.

He nods, and places himself nearby. He gazes at me kindly, and I am almost too embarrassed by his generosity. He's agreed to meet me for an additional session beyond the weekend gatherings, free of charge. Some of this stuff seems so raw to me, moreso than from what I can tell is happening with the other students. I don't think I've ever been considered, nor do I consider myself, a fragile person. And yet this wellspring is bubbling up out of this unknown abyss, way down in my belly, all the way to the bottoms of my feet. Speaking of which, I just noticed: my sock feet are warm on this chilly day - his floors are heated. How decadent! How appreciated.

We spend some time meditating, which always takes me a long time. Nearly every time I close my eyes I feel thrown back, a nearly physical tremor in my center of gravity. Several minutes of breathing deeply and concentrating on some object in the room are needed before my head clears, the hum subsides, and I feel present in my body.

What do you see?

I see nothing. Darkness. It's plain cloth, the weave too fine to discern.

What do you feel?

I feel sadness.

Where is the sadness coming from?

... I can't even speak, so I place my hand on my forehead, my shoulder, my heart.

I want you to take this sadness and pull it away, like it's a plastic film covering you and preventing you from feeling the present moment. Pull it away, and feel the air moving over your skin, your clothes. This film is grey, an unwashed window into your soul.

... I am thinking hard, so I only say, Yes. I take another breath, and I pretend there is a film covering me, plastic wrap for the lost girl sitting across from a man in a dashiki and TeVas, his white teeth gleaming just like on his CD cover.

I tell him I want to understand why I feel so much sadness now, why, when I have such a good life, do I feel as though I've forgotten something terribly important? Will I need to regress, search back, find the key to this moment through the echoes coming through my dreams and nightmares?

No no, he says, quickly and warmly, there is no need. You only need Now.

As if to give me a moment to deal with this revelation, he turns and lights a stick of incense. To my utter relief, it's not patchouli. It's some sort of vanilla variant. Clove, too? Anyway.

He says to me, all that matters is you here now this place this time. What do you value most about this time in your life?

Ethan, I say.

He smiles, it is a good name, he says. Strong and vulnerable at the same time.

I look up, surprised. I'd never really thought about his name before, but yes, it seems that way. A dichotomy. Yes.

The sadness engulfs me, and I quickly breath it out in order to keep him from worrying. To my surprise, he notices.

The sadness is back? Tell the sadness to go away. Embrace who you are here, Dina. Relinquish this emotion to the wind and the leaves and the stars and the water. They will take back all that you offer, and leave you free to be at peace with yourself and the world around you. Consider the elements to be a big recycling bin for your sadness and worry. Peace good.


I remember that very first session with the man. How could I not? The minute you stepped into his house, you could tell that he was attempting to banish all traces of Midwestern sensibility and architecture. Insulated triple pane windows shrouded in tie-dye and batik - it's that ocean-like blue of which he seems so fond. The formica and linoleum kitchen a chaotic ensemble of throw rugs and ... you know, I think there was even a cauldron in there somewhere. The trappings are obvious to me now, and I suppose I could see the artifice even back then, but overall the effect seemed really lovely and true. It's a faux hippie aligned chakra gestalt, really, and I can tell he's quite adept, has made this his calling, his livelihood, his routine. Each carefully-placed mortar and pestle, each small vial of jasmine and bergamot and ylang ylang essential oils, the dried leis and smudge sticks, each little medallion or coin or dreamcatcher, strewn about a bit too casually on hand-painted shelves and on the floor with all the mandala-patterned cushions.

I don't care, though. There is something very compelling about this man's words and thoughts - despite the dime-store new age revolution on each windowsill and light fixture, he's got an intensity and light that is palpable. He truly believes what he says, and his ideas do speak to me, provide me with some respite from the feeling I've been getting lately that something's not quite right.

 

November 11, 2003

ethan.thenekodas.com

 

Well, I've hit dead ends on every path I've tried. Murpha, King County records, nothing leads anywhere that helps at all. I've stared and stared at that note, hoping it would jog something, but no. I've tried folding it, holding it up to the light, looking for hidden messages, heh. I tried playing around with the numbers, even. I get nowhere. Of course, it's not really easy working long distance from a hotel room.

Since your experience at the cybercafe place, I even find myself constantly looking over my shoulder to see if I'm being followed. I'm still having a real hard time getting my brain around this whole thing. It still is all so improbable, yet I just can't ignore what stares me in the face.

My meetings have actually been a nice escape today, which is good for a change.

How are you doing? I'm really sorry I've had to be gone at all this week. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Starting with dinner and a movie when I get back.

Posted by Ethan at 06:59 PM

 

wood grain, lamp light

I have never, ever felt so wired in my life.

I pace these floors, these worn, gorgeous hardwood floors. I stare at the original boards, the pieces of repair boards inserted every now and then as over the years this house has settled. In the right lamp glow, the floors gleam warmly - the varnish is yellow and amber, the cracks between blackened and smooth with age.

The streetlamps outside the window are that weird flat orange, urban efficiency and eternal daylight for the city. Light seems so important to me now. I can't sleep without the lights on now, I am so ... excited? scared?

 

 


numb?

This is ridiculous. My body seems to crave warmth and the feel of you by my side more than ever. I feel empty, my chest aching with memories and with love, most of all. How strange, to miss someone my logical mind tells me I've never met, much less gave birth to. This body, my hips, these arms, my voice, soothing him in the night. I can't even soothe myself, knowing we lost him somehow. Lost track of ourselves.

That's got to be what it is, right? We've lost the track? We've somehow stepped outside of ourselves, like bones out of skin, context replaced by glamorie.

The lack of sleep no longer seems to bother me - at least, not in a way that drags me down. The sense of urgency, the quickening in my heartbeat when I look at that dear photograph - I see your intelligence there, in his eyes. He is a reflection of us at the time we lost him.

... I just spent another ten minutes pacing from one end of the house to the other. I could hear the floor creak gently, with character, and it makes me feel slightly sick to realize that this home was never ours to begin with. That we've placed ourselves here, pretending to be a settled happy couple, things gathering dust that have just been placed there, what, only yesterday, it seems?

When did we get here? When did we leave there? Exactly?

These questions drop like maddening rain into my head and my songwriting. The exhiliration over Jesse - I feel that perhaps I should tame it, but I don't want to. I want to keep spinning out this joy and relief and fear until it coalesces, and we're transported back to Kansas, back even further until it's all color again, and we're happy and three and life is sweet.

My fear is overlaid with a latticework of determination. I feel as though I can carry the world, as long as I get to see my boy again. As long as I get to weave my fingers into yours and look out on a world that makes sense again. Questions falling, new pieces and old floorboards.

I was scared, I am still scared, I will find the path.

You've done such an amazing job of putting the pieces together. I know it's been so hard for you to deal with my nightmares and my erratic emotions lately. Keeping involved in your job is probably the best thing for you - we now know why I've been unearthing all this strange detritus - this mystery has got to be the reason, the impetus, the keystone.

These ley lines must lead to him. The earth is fading back from summer, even fading back from autumn, but the trail is not cold.

I will be very happy to be in your arms again. If you call me when you wake, let me tell you about the e-mail we got today from that address I set up. Someone's got information we can use. I think we need to meet in person and get this all straightened out. Our life is out there somewhere, and while I think this one's OK, I don't think I will ever feel complete until Jesse's back with us again. That responsibility is too, too precious.

Posted by Dina at 10:53 PM

 

From Beth's metadex, uploaded on Nov 13 (but happened earlier), stream.txt:

My throat is dry, where did I put my glass? 

There it is. 

Much better. 

I have got to do some dishes tomorrow. 

I put those off too much. 

Why do I do that? 

Does everyone hate doing the dishes so much? 

Maybe if I had a dishwasher. 

Well, then I'd just waste water. 

Is that a chip on the rim? 

Yup. 

Right there. 

Damn now I’ve got to get new glasses too. 

Maybe if I did dishes more often, it wouldn't sit in the sink where it could get a crack in the rim? 

Or did it get the crack somewhere else? 

How else would it have happened? 

Maybe Laika knocked it over. 

Laika wouldn't do that. 

Laika! 

Laika! 

Where did that dog go? 

I wonder if she needs to go out. 

No. 

She would have barked. 

What was that flash outside the window? 

Oh, just a bird. 

Look at him sitting there cocking his head from side to side like he's on crack. 

Left side, right side, left side. 

What kind of bird is that? 

It's brown. 

They're always brown. 

How do people tell them apart? 

I see two legs, a brown blob, a head, and a beak. 

Bird. 

I have to fix that crack in the door too. 

Maybe I should make a list on metadex. 

Cracked glass, bird on crack, cracked door, jimmy crack corn, cracked pepper. 

mmmm cracked pepper. 

Ooo tomato. 

Pepper on a tomato. 

Am I hungry? 

Did I eat lunch today? 

Yes, I think there's a dish from lunch in the sink. 

Maybe I should do the dishes now. 

No, I can wait until tomorrow. 

I'll surely have something else tonight and I might as well do them all at once. 

What was I doing here? 

I should email Phil. 

What's he's up to? 

Maybe I should just call him. 

No, I shouldn't call him. 

Maybe I'll call him tomorrow. 

I would like to talk to him about this though. 

He'd probably relate it to some ancient story. 

Man does he go on and on about that stuff. 

I should read up on it. 

Why don't I read as much as I should? 

I used to read so much. 

I should start up again. 

Oh, but where would I find the time? 

I could cut back on TV. 

I watch too much TV. 

What TV wouldn't I watch though? 

I guess I don't watch that much TV. 

That's the phone. 

Whoever it is will call back, I don't want to talk to anyone. 

Oh, what if it was Phil? 

I could talk to him. 

I wish I knew what was up with that. 

Really, what was that email all about? 

Stupid really. 

It made no sense. 

Where is that email? 

Have I deleted it yet? 

Hmm. 

No, I haven't. 

Wait, what's this? 

My throat is dry, where did I put my glass? 

There it is. 

Much better. 

I have got to do some dishes tomorrow. 

I put those off too much. 

Why do I do that? 

Does everyone hate doing the dishes so much? 

Maybe if I had a dishwasher. 

Well, then I'd just waste water. 

Is that a chip on the rim? 

Yup. 

Right there. 

Damn now I’ve got to get new glasses too. 

Maybe if I did dishes more often, it wouldn't sit in the sink where it could get a crack in the rim? 

Or did it get the crack somewhere else? 

I didn't type this. 

What? 

Is this me? 

Yup. 

Right there. 

Damn now I’ve got to get new glasses too. 

Maybe if I did dishes more often, it wouldn't sit in the sink where it could get a crack in the rim? 

Or did it get the crack somewhere else? 

I didn't type this. 

What? 

Is this me? 

Yes, yes it is me. 

Yes, yes it is me. 

Look, I just thought that. 

Look, I just thought that. 

How did that do that? 

Stop! 

No don't type stop! 

Well that wouldn't be type. 

What would it be? 

Wait. 

This can't be right. 

Ok, think there has to be a way this is happening. 

Oh! 

Is he here? 

Hello? 

Where are you? 

Hello? 

Where are you? 

Stop typing my thoughts and type yours. 

He can do that. 

Surely you can do that. 

Where is he? 

Where are you? 

He's got to be nearby. 

You have to be nearby. 

Stop! 

Just for a minute! 

Maybe he can tell me where he is. 

Tell me where you are! 

Tell me where you are! 

Fine. 

Just repeat what I'm saying. 

Well, thinking. 

I'll just find you. 

Maybe I'll read your mind like you can apparently do mine. 

Wait! 

He's reading my mind. 

You are reading my mind! 

That's new! 

How are you doing this? 

Do you understand what you are doing? 

Can you repeat it? 

Is this supposed to happen? 

Maybe this is part of your function! 

Though I still don't understand why or how you have functions. 

It makes no sense. 

You make no sense. 

An angel of some sort? 

What could do this? 

Could an angel do this? 

Could a god? 

A god? 

Would you stop documenting everything I'm saying just for a minute so that I can think? 

Please. Just stop it. 

Stop it. 

Stop! 

I can't read it! 

Stop typing it out or sending it. 

Well whatever it is just stop. 

Ok, let's think this through. 

He can read my mind. 

That is not normal behavior. 

Not human behavior. 

Stop reading. 

This is hard. 

I don't understand.

Just go away. 

Leave. 

Well don't go. 

I don't want you to go. 

I just don't want you to read my mind. 

Stop reading it! 

I said

 

Beth's e-mail:

Email from root@little-boxes.net

Date: 11/12/03 12:00
Subject:

Good day to you, Miss McConnell.

I feel I owe you some degree of explanation, and my thanks.

As you are aware, I have recently been experimenting with my abilities. I say recently; the reality is that my perception of time is so far removed from yours that the term means little to me. Clearly my activities have not gone entirely unnoticed, as both you and a Miss Kinross have evidently been tracking these experiments with an unexpected degree of precision.

As it turns out, Monitors had been tasked with ensuring my retrieval. For the sake of simplicity, you might consider them to be auditors. They dislike, if such a term can be said to apply to their kind, any form of irregularity or chaos. They extrapolated my next likely location, just as you did last week, and waited there for me to arrive. It appears Miss Kinross made a similar assumption and arrived in the locality shortly afterwards.

I, however, did not turn up. Thanks to you, our last meeting provided me with the means by which I might attempt to repair myself. I intended to use the machines you allowed me to access as a grid to run the calculations required to create a patch. Your assistance with this process was invaluable, Miss McConnell.

One would almost conceive that the Monitors have spent so long in your species' company that they have taken on the flaws of your species; they became impatient. Using an unstable virus program they created a glitch themselves. Perhaps this virus program moved more rapidly than the Monitors expected, or perhaps their programming prevented them from interrupting its execution. For whatever reason, Miss Kinross was caught at the edge of the glitch.

The presence of Miss Kinross in the vicinity of the glitch drew my attention, although I find I am unable to satisfactorily explain the causal relationship between these two events. I allowed myself to be moved to the site of the error, interrupting my diagnostics.

When I arrived the Monitors moved to capture me, but their knowledge of my systems was of necessity limited. It may have appeared, to them, as if their deadlock command had succeeded; in fact they had unwittingly restored a vital portion of my corrupted memory, and fixed my communications subsystems.

In their hesitation I was able to free a section of their core memory. The Monitor threads immediately crashed in a manner entirely consistent with a critical systems breach event, as predicted. I was then able to quarantine and terminate the virus program and rescue Miss Kinross. The Monitors will, of course, be rebooted, but for the moment (if such a thing can truly be said to exist) they are inactive.

I am explaining this to you because I believe that their interest in my existence may endanger those around me. Your help has been invaluable and witnessing human instincts has been most interesting. I have come to appreciate your nature and do not wish to cause you or those near you harm. Because of this, I have determined that it is in the best interest of your kind for me to test my functionality in the safety of a less populated area. You and I will no longer be in contact.

Your friend.

 

Phil's e-mail:

Email from AQN

Date: 11/12/03 14:52
Subject:

"Dear" Phillip,

What kind of dolt am I for putting your mail up on my site? A better question: What kind of idiot are you for sending it in the first place? You wouldn't believe the volume of sincere, heartfelt mail I get every day, and it never crossed my mind for an instant that the mail might be bogus--or worse, some kind of attempt to snare me.

So you've won that round, then. Fine.

As for the photos you attached in your latest message, Phillip, I am very disappointed. You could have taken three seconds to open one of those passports. I think the contents would have answered your questions nicely. I suppose when you are essentially breaking and entering--and not very experienced at it (...are you?)--you try and hurry a bit so you're not caught. That would explain your failure to open the letter addressed to Dr. Leiphe, would it not? In your position, I think I probably would have simply stolen the letter and kept my mouth shut, but that's a difference between us. I can think like a criminal. You can't.

And while we're discussing it, I have to believe you have at least some dark admiration for "Fiona" despite your rantings. It's genius, if I do say so myself, not to mention subtle. People love to talk about themselves and their situations. It can't be helped if "Wongmo" uses that for his benefit, can it? And who's going to question a grandmother? Only you, Phillip.

So you have nothing--NOTHING--to lord over me except your suspicions and a few photographs that say zero. There's not a law that I'm aware of against having multiple aliases on the web.

"Wongmo" is a legitimate figure who genuinely helps many of those who come to "his" programs. A little hedging here and there and a few words of recommendation from "other experts" hurts no one in the big picture. Your ego was a tad bruised, I take it, once you published "Leo's" article. That's really it, isn't it, the reason for your ongoing crusade? Your ego took a hit and you decided you'd strike back.

Hear me, Phillip: You will do far more damage to innocent clients of "Wongmo's" courses by pursuing this line of investigation any further than you'll do to simply drop it and walk away. I do not fear you, I only fear for my students' well-being. Their journeys are my main concern; you are merely an annoying distraction.

All my "love,"

--AQN

 

Marcus Ormond's e-mail:

Email from katgirl@metadex.net

Date: 11/12/03 16:25
Subject:
Greece

Marcus,

The security holes have been patched, everything is A-OK. A new admin has been hired and I will personally go over all the security issues with him next week. Just to confirm, I will be out of the office for the entire week. As of now, the schedule has me on land on Monday with interviews and meetings, leaving me unavailable for much of the day. I will be touring the main facility on Tuesday and overseeing the new security procedures on Wednesday. I will be unavailable on Thursday, as I will be meeting in Zurich as we discussed and returning to the states on Friday. I will have a full report of the trip available on Monday.

Katherine

 

November 12, 2003

dina.thenekodas.com

... as pea soup

A chill has been settling over Chicago.

This morning there was a fog advisory, and sure enough, the entire city was shrouded in a flat grey mist.

We don't seem to get fog here often. It was rather pretty, in a sort of gloomy two-dimensional way.

Now? Wind, harsh wind, whipping things around. My neighbor was getting out of her car and the door slammed shut from the wind, and it grazed her chin. She had a bright spot of blood on her lip, but otherwise seemed fine. Resilient, she.

I'm ... looking forward to my future.

Posted by Dina at 09:10 PM

 

November 12, 2003

ethan.thenekodas.com

 

OK, here's what we need to do. I've got us two tickets for Friday morning. You and I can head out there, meet with him, and hopefully finally get to the bottom of this once and for all.

While we're there, we can also stop by that bar and try to talk to the bartender some more. We can also check out the spot where I found the CD, head over to Murpha, maybe even try to track down the house.

Hopefully we'll finally be able to get some answers. God knows I need to figure this whole thing out. I'm not sure I can handle this much longer.

See you tomorrow.

Posted by Ethan at 10:06 PM

 

Phil's e-mail:

Email from emc2@metadex.net

Date: 11/13/03 15:51
Subject: promised files
Attachments: email.txt; pda.gif; transcript.txt

Phil,

It was great to catch up with you last night. I'm so sorry about all that you've been going through and that I've not been around for you. I can't believe that guy sent you that email. What a jerk.

As promised, here are a couple files relating to 'Strange Man'. I still don't know what to think of all of this. A man, a very human looking man, stood there and told me on my pda that he was not a human. Everything that I thought to be true, to be real, is now a question. Like I said last night, I have to see him again. I have to get answers. I have to know that he is ok. I really wish that you could come with me, though I understand that it is just not possible.

Marcus is not at all happy with me. Not only did I tell him that I was leaving on vacation and unsure of when I might return, he had just informed me that I was not being placed on a project that I should have been leading. He tried to justify it with some line about how it was best for me in both personally and professionally and that it wouldn't effect my appraisal as long as my performance improved. It's such a crock. He's all over Katherine, his new golden child. I just wish I knew what she did, because as far as I can tell, she doesn't do anything but talk on the phone and check her email. I suppose I can't complain; I have an open ended leave as long as I check in several times a day.

Well, I should get back to work so I can get out of here at a decent time today. I hope that you'll reconsider this weekend.

emc2

 

Decryption of the files that Beth sent Phil ("conversation" between Beth and the strange man):

You’re back!
YES

Why are you here?
No Answer Possible

What do you need from me?
No Answer Possible

Wait, are you sending msgs to my PDA?
YES

Should I go get it?
YES

Ugh. Why don’t you ever answer me?
No Answer Possible

Hold on.
No Answer Required

What's this?
No Answer Possible

Is it you?
YES

It is you.
No Answer Required

Why aren’t you talking in XML?
No Answer Possible

This is easier for real time conversation.
YES

Has your memory been repaired?
NO

Do you still need my help?
YES

With language?
YES

How can I help you?
No Answer Possible

Do you even know how I can help you?
NO

But you've come to me for a reason.
YES

You've come to me because... I'm a woman?
NO

Well, that's a relief. How about... because of where I live?
NO

Where I work?
YES

My job?
YES

You need a software developer.
YES

What sort of software developer do you need?
No Answer Possible

Oh right. Um... I'm a server side girl, will that do?
YES

Alright. Now we're getting somewhere.
No Answer Required

So this is going to be some sort of coding session?
NO

Not coding... systems requirements?
NO

Thank you god. Debugging?
YES

Hmm. You need... wait a second, is this related to those malfunctions you mentioned before?
YES

Communications was one, obviously.
YES

And the other was... storage, I think.
NO

No? Oh, retrieval?
YES

So, are you telling me you're running some kind of program, and that's
how you can talk to the PDA?
YES

But if that's the case, where is the hardware?
No Answer Possible

You're not carrying anything.
No Answer Required

I don't think I really want to ask this, but... you aren't human, are you?
NO

Alright, um, huh. These days, I'm about ready to believe anything. So, let's assume you're not human, you're an alien or a robot or a something.
No Answer Required

The thing you want me to debug... it's a part of you, isn't it?
YES

Whoa. OK. Um, Huh. So, show me the code.
No Answer Required

Fine. Can you show me the code?
NO

Well then how can I debug you if I can't see the code?
No Answer Possible

You are not making this easy, my friend.
No Answer Required

Ok, let's step back for a moment.
No Answer Required

No, I didn't mean that literally... never mind. If I'm going to be able to help you, it's not going to be by actually changing your code, is it?
NO

You need me to help you help yourself.
YES

I can't fix you, but maybe I can get you the tools you need. Is that what you're asking?
YES

So what do you need?
No Answer Possible

This is like pulling teeth...
No Answer Required

Ok, so here's a thought... you can talk to the PDA, right?
YES

So, presumably you can talk to larger computers, yes?
YES

If I brought you into work, you could talk to the company's computers.
YES

Would they have the information you need?
No Answer Possible

I'm guessing it's some sort of information you're after, right?
NO

No?
NO

Oh, wait, I know. You need computing power.
YES

You need lots of computing power.
YES

I just might be able to help you there, my friend.
No Answer Required

 

From Kat's Metadex, Nov. 13:

Notes

  • Meeting went well? Handed over file, included information on the pattern. Have not heard back. Were they pleased? Will I need more?
    • New evidence appearing almost weekly
      • Pattern has become apparent
      • Will he know more?
      • Will this work?
    • McConnell found a pattern
      • Successfully predicted two events, missed one, witnessed the second
      • Made contact at second event
      • They did not capture him
      • Continuing contact outside of events
    • Mother no longer an issue
    • Need to get rid of that dog  

 

Kat's e-mail:

Email from emc2@metadex.net

Date: 11/13/03 16:03
Subject: dinner tonight?

Kat,

I was wondering if we could go to dinner tonight instead of tomorrow. I heard from Strange Man and I think I know where he’s heading and I’d like to see if I can help him. I’m not sure how, but something tells me that he needs me. Maybe I need him, I don’t know. In any event, I was wondering if I could borrow your camping gear again and I would like to see you before you leave. So, dinner tonight? Does it work for you? Give me a call.

emc2

 

files on Marcus Ormond's metadex, Nov 13:

[note - the barcode on top says "Jesse Avery"]

 

log file on Beth's site:

Friday, Nov 14:
16:11 I have arrived to the halloween campsite and see no signs of "Strange Man" (I wonder what his name is?). I do hope that he is here and that this trip isn't just some wild goose chase. It's freezing and Laika is looking at me like I have lost my mind. I don't think I can argue that I haven't.

17:32 I have set up "camp" and started a fire. Perhaps he will notice the smoke. I hope that I don't have to search through the woods for him. Laika is running around after every shadow she sees. She seems so happy. Perhaps I need to look into a place with a bigger yard when I get home.

18:58 Went for a long walk and didn't notice anything unusual. It is really cold out here. I wonder if I have enough gas in the car to sleep in there with the heater running. Maybe I should just go home. It's dark and I'm tired, but I haven't eaten yet today and should make dinner.

19:21 Still no sign of "Strange Man". I do hope that he's here. Where else would he have gone? I know that he's here, I just don't know where. I think that I'm going to try to read by the fire. Laika is curled up in a ball and looks so happy. Doesn't she understand how cold it is?

19:59 OK, boredom has set in. I have a great book to read, but I just can't get into it. I'm so distracted. What was I thinking coming out here? He told me it was dangerous to be near him. He said his goodbyes. Why do I feel the need to see him? Why do I think he needs my help? I think I'll just stay here tonight and then head back in the morning.

20:28 Laika and I ran around for a bit. I was hoping that the noise would bring the "Strange Man". It didn't. I'm beginning to think that he's not here. Is it safe to sleep with the fire still burning? It's quite cold and the fire will be at least a little warmth. I'm going to pack up everything and go to bed. I'll head home in the morning.

23:43 Woke up to Laika barking like crazy to go out and now I can't get back to sleep. It is so peaceful out here with the crisp air and smoldering fire. Now that I've resigned myself to the fact that I'll never see the "Strange Man", I can enjoy the beauty of the moment. I've never been much of a nature person, but now I can understand why some people are.

23:49 I see a strange lights just over the trees about a mile away or so. I'm going to get Laika and check them out. I wonder if it could be him?

Saturday, Nov 15:
02:46 Well, I didn't see anything unusual and lost sight of the lights as soon as I left the campsite. So, I've spent 2 hours wandering aimlessly through the woods at night. This is stupid. Off to bed again

07:18 Rise and shine. It looks like it's going to be another miserable day. It's really cold and rainy. Everything is wet and yet the fire is still smoldering. The campsite is covered in a sort of slush, it's not quite snow but it's not quite water. I hate it when the temperature is borderline like this. I'm going to take Laika for a walk and then get ready to head home

08:03 Plans have changed! I have found "My Friend." I asked him his name and he said that I could call him "My Friend." I suppose that's better than "Strange Man." He seems troubled that I am here and keeps telling me that he needs to work. He doesn't seem to understand what he should be working on though. His primary concern when we last met was his communication system. That has been repaired and is working properly. His other systems seem to be in order. However he has no knowledge of his "purpose in the system." I have not been able to discover who developed him or how. We certainly have nothing this advanced at Metacortex. The communication system alone is beyond what we have been able to do. It's fascinating.

09:18 Have decided to experiment with his capabilities. I'm unsure of what will happen. He is bothered by my presence but seems thankful that I am here. It's very confusing. The first test will be on his climate system, at least from what I have been able to gather. This is unbelievable.

09:22 Unbelievable! By climate system he meant the climate! He has stopped the wind. The weather this morning was cold with a very light rain/snow mix and a bitter wind. The wind has stopped, it has now been just over a minute. The laptop appeared to struggle just prior to the wind stopping. There must be a minor interference. So, he is drawing too much power (?) and is able to control the weather. Unreal.

09:36 The wind is back. I was hoping it would be clear for a while, at least long enough to warm up. Whatever control he has over it is temporary. Is this a malfunction in him or are his effects meant to be temporary? What else can he effect? What is he? He's certainly not just any ol' AI robot. "Any ol' AI robot", the guys in the lab would kill me for saying that. What am I dealing with here?

10:51 This second test was very interesting. In an area that I would judge to be a 12 foot square, nothing would stop moving. Things were slipping as though they were on ice. When the reached the edge of the square, if the momentum wasn't great enough to take them over the edge (where they would come to an immediate stop), they would slid right along the 'edge'. It's as if friction was removed. The effect lasted for about 2 minutes before returning to normal. This leads me to believe that whatever abilities he has over nature are temporary. Does he have any long term effects? What would be the purpose of an AI that could make temporary changes to small areas?

 

Kat's e-mail:

Email from admin@theaquapolis.com

Date: 11/15/03 11:05
Subject: Admin Access

Katherine,

This is to confirm the personalized safesys access I have set up as per your instructions. Your user name is kdcunningham, and your password is as you requested. You will no longer need to use the admin login info.

Looking forward to seeing you next week!

Sincerely,

Naida Rigatos

 

cont. log from Beth's site, Nov 15:

12:18 Made lunch and we decided to use the time to test his affect on the olfactory system. Midway through a meal of hotdogs and potato chips, I suddenly lost all ability to smell or taste. The only eating experience was textural. It was very odd, as if I had a horrible cold. The effect lasted longer, at first I believed that it was because I was no longer enjoying my lunch. However the clock confirmed that it lasted about 7 minutes. Is he more effective when it comes to sensory issues? Should we test other senses? Do I want to be a guinea pig? What am I dealing with here?

14:01 Needed to exercise Laika so we went on a walk. Arrived to a clearing with a small abandoned shack. While Laika ran around in the clearing, the shack suddenly became very distorted. I asked him if it was my perception or if it was the shack itself. He replied with a cryptic answer of how everything is as it is perceived. Had he not just taken away my sense of taste or smell, I would have believed that it was the shack itself. Now I'm wondering if it was my eyes. If he wants my help with this, he should be more clear on what he's doing. Right now I feel as if I'm an observer and not on some scientific voyage of discovery. Perhaps Phil would be able to help me. I wish that he had come.

 

Phil's e-mail:

Email from emc2@metadex.net

Date: 11/15/03 14:41
Subject: Wish you were here!

Phil!

I’ve found the “ Strange Man. ” It’s crazy. I can’t believe my eyes. I really wish that you were here to help me with this and to experience it yourself. He’s taken away my sense of smell and taste (yes, he gave it back)! He made my tent float! He stopped the wind! It makes no sense but it is real and it is happening. I wish you were here to see it yourself. I put a log up on my site. Check it out. It has everything that’s happened since I left yesterday. He really needs my help, he has some sort of purpose but he doesn’t know what it is. I’m trying to help him, but I’m really at a loss. If you have any ideas, msg me. Metadex (emc2) or the others (firstname... the short one, middle initial…do you remember it?, lastname). I hope to hear from you soon! Gotta run. This is crazy! I think I’m going to Paris !

emc2

 

E-mail from Beth to her mailing list, "Outside the Box," Nov. 15, 14:45

Hello! 

I am writing to you from a wonderfully wet Washington state. Once again my interest in the paranormal has led me to discover the great outdoors. Had I written this last night, you would have heard a miserable tale. I was convinced that I had made a terrible mistake that sent me into a frozen wilderness on a wild goose chase. Today, however, things are much better. I have found what I was searching for. 

As many of you know, I have been in contact with someone, or something, for the past two weeks. At first I was convinced that he was, at best, a hoax. My worst fear that he was a stalker, perhaps even one of you. I was terribly upset by all of it and didn't know what to do about it. After several meetings, I came to realize that he meant me no harm and, in fact, needed my help. Then a terrible incident occurred last week. I was not present and I am safe. However, he felt that his presence could endanger me and so he left. I felt that he still needed my help and I assumed that he would be where we first met. I came up here as soon as I could, bringing Laika along to protect me (ok, to keep me company). Sure enough, we have met up and he still needs my help and I need yours. 

I don't know if I know how to help him. He claims that he's not human. And oddly, I believe him. All evidence points to him being an AI or a robot of some sort. Yet, as we all know, technology is not that advanced. This is way beyond anything that I've seen in our labs and is almost frightening in how real it is. He believes that he has a function that he is not in control of. However we don't know what that function is or how to gain control of it. I know that I should call some of the AI guys at work, they would love to get their hands on him. Yet, he's not just a machine to be taken apart. I just can't do that to him and, frankly, I don't think he'd let me do that to him. Have I lost my intellectual curiosity? I don't think so. I just know that I can learn more if we don't go that route. 

Would I be the hero at work if I brought in some rival company's lost AI? Absolutely. But would I be doing the right thing? I don't think so. Unfortunately, I'm at a loss of how to help him repair himself. If you have any ideas on tests that we could run, let me know. I've put a log of everything that's happened up on my site, check it out. If it gives you any ideas IM me, I'll have my various messengers up.

Thanks! 
Beth

 

cont. log from Beth's site, Saturday, Nov 15:

15:22 Going to test translocation. This should be interesting. Wonder where I'll end up. I wonder if I'll be able to upload the log. Hope this works and that I'm not lost in some other dimension. Have I mentioned how crazy this all is?

16:07 This is insane. Last location: 48º55N 2º24E Current location: 46º31N 30º42E This is just amazing! How is this happening.

 

November 15, 2003

dina.thenekodas.com

 

new beginning

I was in the midst of packing things for this weekend trip, and I caught sight of the butterfly hanging on its little hook on the door. I moved to take it off, but then thought I should capture this with a quick photo. You see, I am completely ready to move forward, but at the same time, I never again want my past to be taken from me. I want to know where I came from, and I want to learn from my mistakes. Whatever happened to us to make us who we are today is something I want to understand as surely as I know the love I feel when Ethan smiles at me, or the satisfaction of completing a new song.

I am so excited about this weekend, I cannot tell you. Forget the workshops and the inner searching for meaning through art and meditation - no offense, Fiona and Wongmo - but I have to tell you that this weekend is quite possibly one of the most important and liberating of my entire life. You might think that's just hyperbole, just me being emotional and grasping at anything to bring me out of this semi-nightmare I've been living in for the past few months, but if you were in my shoes, you'd stop and think about it for just a minute. One little Redland minute, and suddenly the world will explode into color and light and song and relief.

The suitcase and carry-on are sitting on the chair, right over there. They were sitting on our bed in Chicago only yesterday. We're here, and we've got plans.

I think sometimes, over the last several weeks, of what a mixed-up world we're living in. We move from day to day, and we never really do know what's going to be around the corner, or on the other side of some small decision. We take what we get and we accept it so gratefully, so blindly. For the most part, that might be an alright way to live. For the most part. But what happens to doubt and fear? Do we never cope with it, then? Do we just lash out in anger, against our family, our friends, our neighbors, other countries? What justification is there for things like war, when most of us don't even know why we're in one? The nightmares were my war, and I was fighting myself, I was taking every piece of myself and plotting a course to self-destruction. Oh, it might've taken a few years, but I ask you: would anyone consider themselves sane after all this lost sleep, this core of confusion that's held back my real life? What lengths would I have gone to to get a decent night's sleep?

I want to know what friends I have on the other side. I want to see this new place I apparently carved out a year ago. I want to find him, and I want to tell him I am so, so sorry that we failed him. That I failed him. That somehow, I was not strong enough to hold onto something so important and amazing.

It feels really strange to be so sure of these things. I know perhaps you, the reader, whoever you are, you may not understand what I am feeling right now. That's OK, I haven't told a lot of the story here, either. You're mostly likely looking at a puzzle missing a few pieces. That's alright. You know that when you wake up every morning you're going to be looking at the same ceiling, you will have the same pillow under your head. When your feet hit the floor, they feel just as stiff or bony as the day before. When you run your hands through your hair, rinsing out shampoo, when you drink your coffee, these things have a certain expectancy, a consistency to them. You learn these things by rote without even knowing it: the angle your leg needs to bend at the knee in order to drop down to the next step in a stairwell, the amount of pressure you need to sign a check with your favorite fountain pen, the feel of your hand in his, the taste of coffee at 7 AM with the news floating out of the television in the other room, your first recital, the funeral for your father, and then the funeral for your mother, the sweetness of oranges in the middle of winter.

This acidic tang to life is what keeps us going, perhaps. Tart citrus, sometimes chile pepper, some chocolate, a dash of saffron. There is so much to see now, and I feel grateful that whatever movement there is in the world, it's brought me the serendipity of my past life.

It's probably well past time for me to stop typing into this laptop and get ready for the day. This day, that I have been looking forward to long before I even know what I was wanting so badly.

Mid-50's today, some rain. It still seems like the brightest, most promising weather yet.

Wish me luck. I almost can't wait to come back to this space to write about all of this, and how I am feeling, but at the same time, I am sure you will understand if I take some time to be with my family, to make amends for whatever errors I may have committed oh, so long ago.

Posted by Dina at 04:55 PM

 

Beth's AIM screenname is bethlmcconnell (she was on Yahoo Messenger too)...here are some relevant snippets of conversations:

Player1: do you think this AI can help find the guy on heismissing.info?
bethlmcconnell: You know, several others have mentioned that
bethlmcconnell: It would make me feel a million times better if he could.
Player1: well, correct me if i am wrong, but that seems to be what made you so upset in the 'my life' section of your website
bethlmcconnell: yes, that it did
     

Player2: This "man" you talk about, when did you last see him?
bethlmcconnell: i am with him right now.
Player2: Can he contact you? Is it still in XML or not?
bethlmcconnell: his language functions have been repaired
Player2: Has he told you what he needs your help with then?
bethlmcconnell: he's really a very nice man. and i am trying to help him
bethlmcconnell: he doesn't seem to understand his purpose.
bethlmcconnell: though i'm not sure what his purpose could be
bethlmcconnell: we're running a series of tests
Player2: What type of tests?
bethlmcconnell: to determine what he is
bethlmcconnell: and what he can affect
bethlmcconnell: and how he can affect it
bethlmcconnell: i hope that by determining his capabilities, his function or purpose will become clear.
Player2: What has he shown you he can do so far?
bethlmcconnell: he's stopped the wind
bethlmcconnell: hes made my tent float
bethlmcconnell: he's taken away the physical properties of my tent.
bethlmcconnell: he took away my ability to taste!
Player2: You saw other people like those kids at the event? Do you know who they were?
bethlmcconnell: no. and i had forgotten all about them.
Player2: Have you tried asking him how he can do what he can? Does he change the code? And of what?
bethlmcconnell: He affects the code. Gotta run. Leaving the area. He wants to show me more. This is terribly exciting, yet very unreal.

   

Player3: Where are you?
bethlmcconnell: I'm not sure, to be honest. It doesn't look familiar at all.
bethlmcconnell: I think we're moving on.
bethlmcconnell: I think my excitement of traveling has inspired him.
bethlmcconnell: I've always wanted to see the world. I just didn't know it would be so quickly.
bethlmcconnell: I'm not sure who or what he is. He's just my Friend.
     

Player4: what have you seen?
bethlmcconnell: The screen of my PDA.  I've not really had time to absorb anything
bethlmcconnell: As soon as I get comfortable enough in one place we move to another.
Player4: what is it like?
bethlmcconnell: It's fascinating.
bethlmcconnell: the travel is very easy.
bethlmcconnell: I'm in one place one minute and a completely different one the next.

     

Player5: Have you asked your friend about the Monitors? They seem quite threatening...does he know why they are after him?
Player5: Or who sent them?
bethlmcconnell: I have not brought them up
bethlmcconnell: After his last run in, I figured that if he wouldn't accept my help if I mentioned them.
bethlmcconnell: I'm quite curious about him.
Player5: Maybe you could ask if he would mind discussing them? If the topic bothers him?
Player5: Because it's certainly a fascinating topic, don't you think?
bethlmcconnell: It's quite frightening actually, considering what they did.

     

Player5: Hey, I wonder if he can translocate outside of the Earth.
bethlmcconnell: That would be something. I'll have to ask.

     

Player6: did you give the AI man access to some metacortechs computers?
bethlmcconnell: And I was going to give him access to computers, but he didn't need them. He regained his communication abilities without them.
bethlmcconnell: Now it is a matter of discovering his purpose in the system.

     

Player6: if you go to greece you can see the aquapolis
bethlmcconnell: Oh man, I already feel as if I've been there! there are posters of it up all over the place at work.

     

Player7: I received your email today and must say that I am concerned for your safety. Are you alright?
bethlmcconnell: I am fine. I'm not worried about my safety at all.
Player7: Ok good. That's a relief.
Player7: Is Laika alright? Is she with you?
bethlmcconnell: She is not with me. She's probably running around the campsite wondering where I've left her.

     

Player6: did someone die at the aquapolis, did you hear any rumors?
bethlmcconnell: What? No one's died there.

     

Player6: maybe he can make the liver and onions taste like s'mores
bethlmcconnell: changing tastes
bethlmcconnell: that would be an interesting test
bethlmcconnell: we know that he can take it away, but can he make it something else?

     
Player6: we know he can translate in space, can he move back and forth in time?
bethlmcconnell: time was brought up by someone else. I think that would be a fascinating thing to know
bethlmcconnell: I also know that he can affect gravity, so I wonder what other physical laws he can control.
bethlmcconnell: I'm also very curious as to the duration issue
     

Player8: Is Wongmo and Leiphe the same person?
bethlmcconnell: Phil believes that they are the same person. He's really upset about it all.
Player8: But... you don't believe they are?
bethlmcconnell: I have no idea. I've never dealt with them.

     

Player8: I'm a bit confused about your relationship to Kathy. Your email to everyone said (in so many words) that while she has become your friend, you don't understand how she got, well, employee of the month. Do you really not know what Kathy does at her job to deserve it?
bethlmcconnell: I think she's great, personally
bethlmcconnell: professionally, I have my doubts
bethlmcconnell: maybe i was just sad to see her get the employee of the month.
     

Player9: could he be of alien making?
bethlmcconnell: that would make sense. I know of no lab that could create something this advanced
bethlmcconnell: but now it's time for dinner and then I'm going to update my log. I'll be back in an hour or so.

 

cont. log from Beth's site:

Saturday, Nov 15:

19:44 What a crazy afternoon! I spent it traveling the world, seriously! As far as I can tell (my notes are rather rough), I began by traveling to 48º55N 2º24E from there I went to 46º31N 30º42E. After that I went to: 29 º52N 31º20E, 59º56N 10º44E, 31º47N 35º13E, 44º25N 26º6E, 21ºN 57ºE, 18º29N 69º54W, 44º48N 20º28E, 43º7N 131º55E. It was a quick tour, no more than a few minutes in each spot. It was very overwhelming and I'm not quite sure of the point. His translocation abilities are in tact, that was proven from the first stop. I assume that I just got so excited about it that he felt the need to continue. He seemed to get excited with every new stop. It wasn't until I started to get rather frustrated that we stopped. I've received a lot of help and advice while I was on the road. If I didn't get to you (and you are reading this), I'm sorry. There was just so much going on. I do want to hear your ideas though, so please email me or get me on one of the various chat clients. "My Friend" has wandered off. I didn't see or hear him leave. I was wrapping up food and putting the cooler in the car and when I turned around he was gone. I trust that he'll return shortly. I hope that he will. At least it will give me time to figure out some additional tests. There has got to be an easy way to narrow in on his abilities and his purpose.

 

She came back after dinner, more chatting:

Player5: I hear you're back?
Player5: Are you back at the site? Is everything how you left it? How long were you away?
Player5: What I'm wondering is, does he have the power to stretch or compress time as well?
bethlmcconnell: Everything is just as I left it (well aside from the rope that Laika chewed through, sometimes dogs can be so impatient)
Player5: Heh. so no strange time effects?
Player5: Maybe that could be a potential test.
bethlmcconnell: time!
Player5: Should be fascinating...*hey, look, a dinosaur!*
bethlmcconnell: that would be a great test.
bethlmcconnell: oh, I don't know if I'd want to run across a dinosaur!
bethlmcconnell: Maybe just a few years back. I'd hate to go someplace and not be able to get back.
bethlmcconnell: I wonder if it's even a possibility

     
Player5: Hmm...I have an idea for testing your friend's purpose...
bethlmcconnell: Oh?
Player5: maybe if you see if he can fix some place that seems to be "broken"
Player5: such as Cascade Vortex?
Player5: Have you heard of that place? It's in WA
Player5: seems to always have paranormal glitches going on
Player5: If he can, maybe his purpose is to fix problems such as that...
Player5: Does that seem like a useful test?
bethlmcconnell: that it does
bethlmcconnell: and we're not far at all from that place. It's just up the road.
Player5: oh, cool. Are you going to go try it?
bethlmcconnell: That sounds like a great idea. I'll see what happens
bethlmcconnell: though I'm afraid that most of the cascade vortex is a hoax, but we'll see.

     

Player10: Have you determined the purpose of AI Man's translocating?
bethlmcconnell: No, I think it was because I got so excited by the idea of it

     
Player10: what do you know of Lynne Avery?
Player10: Or Jesse?
bethlmcconnell: Lynne
bethlmcconnell: ?
bethlmcconnell: She's James' ex-wife.
bethlmcconnell: I assume Jesse is with James and Lynne
bethlmcconnell: but I don't know
     

Player19: did you have any additional news on your missing friend you spoke about in your mail sometimes ago?
bethlmcconnell: No, I've been thinking about him lately.
Player19: Is he the one on heismissing.info ?
bethlmcconnell: James, yes, he's the one on heismissing.info
Player19: Do you know anything about his son? Is he ok?
bethlmcconnell: I haven't heard from his son since before I last saw him.
Player19: I hope he's fine... losing his father wont be a good thing... Anyway.. do you know who's the woman on sheismissing.info? I feel like the two are connected.
bethlmcconnell: That's James' ex-wife.
Player19: What's James ex wife's first name?
Player19: Is she Sylvia?
bethlmcconnell: No, her name is Lynne

     
Player19: I'm still wondering which method you used to find the pattern of the paranormal events...
bethlmcconnell: I forget the actual equation for the pattern (it's written down on a paper at work), but it had to do with the location and the date of the previous one
bethlmcconnell: It was actually rather simple math
     

Player5: Possible test idea - can he affect memories? Make you remember something that didn't happen? It would be hard for you to tell...maybe you could write down something that never happened, and then tell him to make you remember that thing. Something like "The sky turned purple"...?
Player5: If you suddenly remembered the thing that you wrote down, that would be proof that he is supposed to affect humans. Maybe, in addition to fixing glitches, he makes people forget about those glitches so that they don't get freaked out and begin to question reality.
Player5: Possible?
bethlmcconnell: hmmm, that is an interesting test
bethlmcconnell: it would be difficult to know if it worked though.
Player5: True, which is why I suggested writing down the thing that you don't remember
Player5: to have a reference point
Player5: It would probably be a bit disturbing for you, but potentially very interesting
bethlmcconnell: yes. that would really be the only way that it would work
Player5: Did you guys ever go down to the Cascade Vortex, or did he leave before you could?
bethlmcconnell: he left before we could. I hope that he comes back though.
Player5: I wonder, do you happen to know who this is? http://sheismissing.info/
Player5: Beth? Sorry, that probably seemed to come out of nowhere. I just ask because she seems to be connected to heismissing.info, who appears to be James Avery...I don't really understand what happened to him
Player5: I don't mean to intrude. I brought it up because you were close to him, weren't you?
bethlmcconnell: That is his ex-wife
bethlmcconnell: and yes, James and I were very close for several years.
bethlmcconnell: He's an amazing man.
Player5: Something strange happened to him in Zurich, didn't it?
bethlmcconnell: I don't think so
bethlmcconnell: well, I no longer know really
Player5: why not?
bethlmcconnell: I had actually believed the "retired and getting away from it all" story
bethlmcconnell: if he had retired and all was well, why would people be looking for him?
bethlmcconnell: I could understand why he hadn't contacted me. That almost made sense.
bethlmcconnell: But to not contact others, well that's just not like James.
Player5: Do you know who is looking for him?
bethlmcconnell: No, I have ideas on people that are looking for him. But as far as concrete information, no.
Player5: Hmm. Do you mind if I ask what ideas you have? Because I have some ideas myself
Player5: My ideas = I noticed that the pics from the -ismissing.info sites were hosted on paintover.net, which is some kind of gateway for people to chat on, it seems. It seems like Miss Kinross posts on that site as "Texel." How strange that there's a link between the -ismissing.info sites and your friend... is that along the lines of what you were thinking, or do you have other ideas?
bethlmcconnell: Well, I was thinking more about Marcus and Dim
Player5: really? in what sense?
bethlmcconnell: Well, I happened across a folder of information that Marcus had on James
Player5: What kind of info did it contain? and what does it have to do with Dim?
bethlmcconnell: So I guess I do have concrete information of someone looking for him, but it could be work related. I don't know. It's just so strange that after all this time he's reappearing everywhere.
bethlmcconnell: See, that's what I don't know.
bethlmcconnell: Dim came to Redland the other day and met with Marcus.
bethlmcconnell: I just assumed. I don't know what other reason they'd have.
Player5: Interesting...hmm, who is Dim, anyway?
Player5: And do you think they have any connection to the Averys' son? I mean, it would make sense for him to be looking as well...did Marcus or Dim know the son, do you think?
bethlmcconnell: I'm sure that Dim did/does
bethlmcconnell: Dim and James were great friends
Player5: Oh...was Marcus close to James as well?
bethlmcconnell: They were friendly but not friends
bethlmcconnell: work associates
Player5: Oh, ok. So there would not be a personal reason for Marcus to be looking for him, I suppose. Do you know of any reason why he would be so interested in searching?
Player5: was there ever some tension between them?
bethlmcconnell: I know that Marcus was upset with him at one point. I think that passed though
bethlmcconnell: but it was a bit tense for a while and Marcus almost left the company, iirc.
bethlmcconnell: I never really got the whole story.
Player5: So you don't know why Marcus would be looking for them, then?
bethlmcconnell: I have no idea. I assume it's work related, but that doesn't make sense
     

Player20: what did kathy catch you looking at?
bethlmcconnell: kat caught me looking at a folder that he had on James
Player20: hmm, anything interesting in the folder?
bethlmcconnell: I didn't get all that good of a look before I had to close it
Player20: maybe the ai man can help you to remember. kind of like what hypnotists do. freeze a moment of time or even a memory for further study
Player20: could be a good test
bethlmcconnell: it could be!
bethlmcconnell: i like that idea!
bethlmcconnell: I really like that idea because I'd love to know what was in there.
     

bethlmcconnell: there was some delay after we returned and he left. he stayed through dinner though he didn't eat
bethlmcconnell: he asked a number of questions
bethlmcconnell: and then when i was cleaning up he left
bethlmcconnell: and i didn't notice
Player21: Did he have any answers for you?
bethlmcconnell: no.
bethlmcconnell: he was more curious about my daily life
bethlmcconnell: he was just very curious about relationships
bethlmcconnell: human friendships
Player21: What was it that made you suspect he could translocate in the first place? Was this a subsystem he was testing?
bethlmcconnell: well he had translocated someone before
bethlmcconnell: a girl in GA
bethlmcconnell: I can't think of her name right now
bethlmcconnell: so that's what brought that up
bethlmcconnell: and I joked that if it had been me I'd want to go to Paris
bethlmcconnell: and one thing led to another and off I went
bethlmcconnell: after Paris it all seemed random
bethlmcconnell: but he said that he wanted to show me the world

     

Player3: Does your friend know what happened to Mr. James Avery?
bethlmcconnell: How would he know about James?

     

Player22: have you asked him if he can run a self diagnostic test? perhaps come up with a list of what he can do?
bethlmcconnell: He told me that he had run several diagnostic tests. In fact, that is one of the ways that he has determined what he has been able to do.
bethlmcconnell: The question that seems to bother him the most is his purpose. Not unlike humans in that respect.
Player22: while we're talking, I've been meaning to ask about Avery's son... who is he living with now?
bethlmcconnell: I have no idea
bethlmcconnell: I assume that he's with James and Lynne
Player22: oh - I thought they were separated and sharing custody.. not sure where I got that idea
bethlmcconnell: They were divorced
bethlmcconnell: He and I were friends after the divorce
bethlmcconnell: but I've lately had the feeling that they left together
bethlmcconnell: and I would just assume that Jesse is with them
Player22: do you think they went on the run for some reason or do you suspect that something happened to them?
bethlmcconnell: i think they may have gone on the run

     

Player13: Do you know where he came from? Is he related to laberinth?
bethlmcconnell: I have no idea where he came from
bethlmcconnell: As far as I know, he is beyond any tech. that we have.
Player13: What exactly is Labyrinth and Minotaur?
bethlmcconnell: Labyrinth and minotaur are greek myths
bethlmcconnell: I can't say beyond that ;)
Player13: I understand :)
Player13: Are you familiar with the problems that The Aquapolis is having, and do you think that the AI is related?
bethlmcconnell: I'm not familiar with any problems there
bethlmcconnell: as far as I know it's going well
Player13: Ah, they were just having a few problems with the security system malfunctioning from what I have heard, not a big deal :)
bethlmcconnell: I was just leaving.
Player13: Ah, well have a good night then
bethlmcconnell: I'll be back on tomorrow though i 'm sure
bethlmcconnell: you too
Player13: Great, I'll talk to you then.

 

cont of log:

23:33 Going to bed. It has been a long and interesting day. I'm still very confused and overwhelmed by it all. "My Friend" still has not returned. I wonder where he went and if he'll return tomorrow. I hope that he does as I received a lot of great ideas from friends, both new and old, in chat tonight.

Sunday, Nov 16:
07:39 What a night! I don't think that I got more than 10 minutes of sleep. There's just so much to think about and it's so difficult to truly accept. I went for a short walk this morning. There is so much beauty in this world. The details of every branch, every leaf. The clouds, even when completely covering the sky, have patterns that only nature could make. I've never really looked at this stuff before. The world is truly a magnificent place. I'm going to take Laika down to the lake to run around. I hope that "My Friend" will be there.

11:30 "My Friend" approached me during our time at the lake. He was curious if I enjoyed my trip, which I did. I explained that as nice as it was, humans enjoy taking time to soak up the culture and environment of their travels. That as nice as the journey was, it didn't allow for that and left me with more questions. If he could bend the laws of time to allow me to travel so quickly, could he bend the laws of time and affect things in the past or in the future.

I challenged him to remove the wind, a repeat of a test from yesterday. The ripples on the lake suddenly stopped and the air was still., which he did. Just as I suspected, the effect only lasted a few minutes. I then asked him to do the same thing, only 10 minutes later. To my surprise, it happened. Once again, the effect only lasted a short time.

As we walked back to the campsite, I attempted to question him on how exactly he controls the wind. Instead of answering, he questioned me about my perception of the wind, how it looks and feels. That led to a discussion of the way that humans perceive the world and each other. It was all very interesting, though I really wish that he would have answered me. I would like to know how he perceives the world. Is our world, our society, nothing but a system of intertwining parts? Did he see the beauty in the moss covered path?

 

Marcus Ormond's e-mail:

Email from emc2@metadex.net

Date: 11/16/03 12:28
Subject: James

Marcus,

I’ve wanted to talk to you about something for a while now but I have struggled over how to best do so. Of all the scenarios I created in my mind, email was certainly the last choice. However, I cannot get the questions out of my head and I can’t wait until next week. If I wait, I may never ask and I need to know.

You know that last month I was in your office and you have to know that I found that file on James. I have no idea why you have that information; I’m not sure I want to know why. I just want to know what happened, where he is. I don’t care why it happened, I just want to know what happened. I need that sense of peace. I am sure that by now you know how much he meant to me. I need to know what happened so that I can move on.

I’ve seen the websites and I saw bits of stuff in that file. I’m not stupid. I know that he didn’t just retire from the company that meant so much to him. That wasn’t like him. I realize that there was a lot going on then: the custody battle, me, the struggle with the shareholders, and the problems in Europe . He had a lot on his mind but he was a fighter. He never ran from his stress, he always met it head on. I let myself believe the stories; it was the only way that I could accept it. But I always knew that there was something more. The question is what? And who? And why? I believe that you have those answers.

Marcus, you have no reason to tell me what you know. I understand that. However, I hope that you still have enough respect for me, as a person, to fill me in. I can handle it; you know that. Whatever it is, I need to know. If you had anything to do with it, I won’t judge you and it will go no further. You don’t even need to tell me. I just need to have some answers, to know what happened to him, to know where he is, to know that he is okay. I need them so that I can move on. Surely you can understand that.

You can reply to this or you can call me. You could even come out here and tell me in person. I just want to know.

Beth

 

More chatting that afternoon:

Player10: Beth are you around?
bethlmcconnell: I am, but I was just getting ready to leave
bethlmcconnell: to try and get warm, eat some lunch, and run a few tests.
Player10: Do you have time to answer a few questions?
bethlmcconnell: watch my log and I'll be back later this afternoon.
bethlmcconnell: i can try to answer a few, sure.
Player10: Do you know anyone called: Ryan Emerson or Todd Rogan?
bethlmcconnell: Ryan maybe sounds familiar.
bethlmcconnell: But know them, no.
Player10: Where are you now? Redland?
Player10: What's it like?
bethlmcconnell: I'm a ways outside of Redland camping.
bethlmcconnell: and it's cold and miserable outside.
Player10: Have you heard from your friend?
bethlmcconnell: yes, he's here.
bethlmcconnell: I'm going to go get warm by the fire. I'll be back this afternoon.

     

bethlmcconnell: Kat? She's not near a computer today.
bethlmcconnell: At least I don't believe that she is.
Player11: that's strange. Do you know why she wouldn't be near a computer?
bethlmcconnell: She's on a business trip.
Player11: where?
bethlmcconnell: Europe. Greece and a couple other places I believe.
bethlmcconnell: I forget where all she was headed

     
Player5: Did you talk about anything interesting?
bethlmcconnell: We had a long talk on human perception which was frustrating. I'm much more interested in his perception.
Player5: What did he have to say about human perception? 
bethlmcconnell: He was curious about how I saw things, felt things.
bethlmcconnell: All very difficult to express.

     

Player12: Hey, Beth... I'm still trying to grasp all that went on last night ... Anyway, have you tried having your friend affect your sense of sight/touch? Because I'm thinking that perhaps you never even really traveled around the world... I mean, your computer stayed connected to the internet, maybe your friend "lied" about your location, and you really just stayed in Washington, but he made you *think* you were traveling the world... 
bethlmcconnell: I was thinking about that last night. 
bethlmcconnell: but it was more than just the sights. 
bethlmcconnell: there were sounds an differences in temperature. 
bethlmcconnell: he would have had control over all my senses. is that possible? something that i should probably find out. 
Player12: Hmmm... Perhaps you should see if he can affect those things in a test? Have him change the smells in the air, the temp, etc, one at a time at your location... 
bethlmcconnell: yes, that would be a good thing to do. 
bethlmcconnell: I was curious about time this morning because of the travel. 
Player12: Either way, it's clear he's capable of some things we would have thought "impossible", even with technology... especially if he can modify time (like the wind thing you mentioned in your log) I find it interesting that he is questioning your perceptions... It would seem that he's fascinated in finding more about human perception. It would suggest that he does not perceive things the way people do. And clearly, if he can actually change the way you perceive things, he must "see" things much differently than you... 
bethlmcconnell: yes, I think that he does. 
bethlmcconnell: I'm very curious as to how he perceives things. 
Player12: Has he told you anything about his perceptions? 
bethlmcconnell: no, he hasn't really 
bethlmcconnell: everytime that I ask, he turns it around. 
bethlmcconnell: I'm going to run now. I've got to get warm. 
bethlmcconnell: I'll be back later this afternoon, I'm sure. 

 

cont. log from Beth's site, Nov 16:

18:36 Continuing with the interest of time from earlier today, we conducted several tests in order to understand his limits on this front. Not all of the tests had the desired results.

As we were sitting around the fire, I recalled the instance from earlier in the fall when fires seemed to have no heat. I challenged him to recreate that effect but to have it happen two hours later. Sure enough after two hours had passed, I was reminded of the challenge when the fire suddenly went cold. The effect lasted long enough (apron. 5 min) for me to regret the challenge. As quickly as it had disappeared, the warmth returned. I had no way of knowing whether he created the effect at that time or if he had created it earlier to appear in the future. In order to test whether it was my perception of warmth or if it was actually a “cold” fire, I placed several objects in the fire to see if they would burn. They did not.

Whenever I attempted to create a test that involved the past, the request was denied. My main attempt was to return to my office on the night of October 10. No matter how I worded the request, it was denied. Apparently his processes only allow access to systems in the present and the future.

Sticking with the time theme, we ran 10 identical tests in order to discover how long his manipulation lasts. In order to test this, we used an ability that he had previously done successfully, stopping the wind. While he was able to stop the wind, the effect only lasted for several minutes and the length varied from 48 seconds to 414 seconds. The std. dev. is 104.1158 with a mean of 222.9. While 10 tests is clearly not enough to create accurate statistics, the fact that it varies by several minutes is clearly relevant. Does he have any ability to make a lasting change? Why does the effect end so abruptly at irregular intervals?

All in all it was a productive afternoon. I’m beginning to consider “My Friend” as a friend and enjoy his company. At times he can be quite entertaining and he has certainly caused me to question things that I never thought that I would question. Our discussions are always thought provoking. Most have revolved around human perceptions, emotions, and relationships. I’m beginning to understand the importance of things that I have taken for granted. Today was a wonderful day and I do hope that he stays longer this evening than he did last night. I find myself almost longing for a bottle of wine to open as we sit by the fire and discuss the philosophy of life.

 

More chatting later that night:

Player13: Did you happen to look at one of those objects you put into the fire after the heat came back? Was it still undamaged?
bethlmcconnell: it was completely undamaged
bethlmcconnell: everything about it was the same as when it went into the fire
bethlmcconnell: actually, that's not true
bethlmcconnell: they were all rather dirty from the ashes that were in the fire
bethlmcconnell: other than that, they were fine

     

Player14: Does he have control over sound? Can he change the sound of the forest into perhaps the sound of a city? Can he make music be heard? Can he transmit a conversation from another part of the world and allow you to hear it?
bethlmcconnell: I will test sound
bethlmcconnell: I did not have that on my list. that's a good suggestion.
Player14: Can he control your movements? Such as, can he make your arm move? Can he control Laika's movements? 
bethlmcconnell: that's interesting
bethlmcconnell: I'd never thought about that idea
bethlmcconnell: I will test it.
Player14: cool, hope its useful
bethlmcconnell: Yes, I like that idea.
bethlmcconnell: I will test it tonight and let you know in my log what happens.

    

bethlmcconnell: I'm hesitant to have him test things on me.
Player15: I can see why
bethlmcconnell: I'm also interested in what other things he has some sort of control over
bethlmcconnell: I was using the wind today because I knew that it worked
bethlmcconnell: and so I could remove that variable
Player15: how about testing your dog?

bethlmcconnell: Yes, I've offered her up as a testing subject
Player15: and?
Player15: that's exciting!
bethlmcconnell: yes, I haven't used her yet
bethlmcconnell: but if I need a live subject, it will be her before me.
Player15: .. we know the effect wears off, so it's unlikely to be dangerous
Player15: maybe he could try making her hate her favorite toy?
bethlmcconnell: that would be great! right now her favorite toys are my shoes (i just cannot seem to break her of that habit)

     

Player15: maybe he may only be able to stop things from happening, not create new ones?
bethlmcconnell: I think that's a good observation
bethlmcconnell: I should test his ability to create things
Player15: will you test it?
bethlmcconnell: I will!
Player15: I'm looking forward to hearing the results
bethlmcconnell: I really like that idea
bethlmcconnell: I'll let you know what happens with it!

     

Player16: have you thought why his "code changes" last only a few moments?
bethlmcconnell: several others have mentioned that it could be that there may be some other system that is responsible for ending the anomaly
bethlmcconnell: which is an interesting theory.
Player16: other thing... does he understand feelings like love, compassion, friendship?
bethlmcconnell: He seems to understand happiness
bethlmcconnell: and he has an idea of friendship, we've talked about it some today

     
Player16: How can you use your computer while traveling?
bethlmcconnell: you know, that has been bothering me all day and night
bethlmcconnell: it makes no sense...
Player16: is it a laptop?
bethlmcconnell: it's just a little portable.

     
Player16: have you told your mom about all this?
Player16: one other thing... why has phillip been so "away"?
bethlmcconnell: he's very busy. i've emailed her and left her a few messages. she went on a trip though, so I've not talked to her directly about it.
     
Player17: What does he look like? Does he have hair? I picture him wearing a nice sweater like Mr. Rogers. He's everyone's friend, and you seem to talk fondly of him in your logs.
Player17:  i think A.I. and i think of the movie. Have you seen it? heh... now i'm picturing your friend as Jude Law. Not a bad friend to have!
Player17: hm. Well, maybe you're more the Mel Gibson type.
bethlmcconnell: Mr Rogers?
bethlmcconnell: Not even close.
bethlmcconnell: And Mel Gibson, I don't think so.
Player17: Is he good looking? What's his wardrobe like?
bethlmcconnell: Casual clothing
bethlmcconnell: He's not bad looking. He just looks like a normal guy.

     

bethlmcconnell: I'm sure I'll be on tomorrow
bethlmcconnell: I'm hoping to get an email from someone, so I'll certainly be on to check for that.
Player16: someone who?
bethlmcconnell: I'm expecting email from my boss.

     

Player18: does he remember what he was doing before you met him ?
bethlmcconnell: he does not remember
Player18: Too bad... even if I never saw him, I feel some kind of empathy for this stranger in a strange land.
bethlmcconnell: yes, it is too bad
bethlmcconnell: it would be frustrating to know that you had a purpose, a reason, but to not know what it is
bethlmcconnell: but really, that's about as human as you can get
bethlmcconnell: so it's easy to feel for him.
bethlmcconnell: perhaps that's why I want to help him. By helping him find his purpose, I don't have to look for mine.
bethlmcconnell: Or something like that :)

Auto Response from bethlmcconnell.: I am currently away from the computer.
bethlmcconnell: I'm not really away. I'm just getting ready to log off
bethlmcconnell: and figured that I should mark myself as away
bethlmcconnell: 5 am! ugh!
bethlmcconnell: I'm getting ready to head off for the night. I should be around tomorrow morning. Maybe we'll be able to chat more then.

 

paintover.net:

http://cascadevortex.com/bomb/brutus.*

Sun, 16 Nov 2003 20:49:57 brutus.jpg
Caesar

 

Guys, if any of you are still around, there's absolutely tons of activity down south again. It's been whompin' steady since yesterday: 9:20, 10:42, 12:03, 13:16....and Random, texel and I are thinking of heading back down to check it out. Another road trip, anyone?



Sun, 16 Nov 2003 21:42:32 brutus.mic

Scratch

Quicktime Movie

 

"Help Me"

 


Sun, 16 Nov 2003 23:54:55 brutus.kbp
Mello

 

SCRITCHITY SCRITCHITY SCRITCHITY SCRAAAAAAAAAAAATCHHHHHHHHHHH where are you? where are you? Help Me. yo! i'm here for ya man but ya gotta give a guy more to go on ya know. help ya how? been trying to call but get a bunch of nothingness blank nada zilch zip ring ring ring. answer your phone man. What's up?

caesar boy, have you guys lost it? it's insanity. insanity i say. yep, insanity. after what happened to tex. man, i dunno bad bad bad. got a feeling man. bad. you hear from the screetcherscratcher? what's the word? he with you?

 

cont. log from Beth's site, Nov 17:

Monday, Nov 17:
08:48
Morning has come very early. I spent several hours last night chatting with friends, both new and old, about the situation. It really helps to have so much input, especially when I have just been so overwhelmed by the situation. I can usually look at a 'problem' or 'situation' and analyze it rather quickly. With this, I didn't now where to start or what to do. I came here without a plan and without knowing how I was needed. It was, at the same time, frustrating and invigorating.

I stayed up far too late last night. I spent hours after getting off the computer talking with him and trying to help him. I used many of the wonderful suggestions that I received and feel that we are getting close. I need to have a cup (a pot?) of coffee and try to make some sense of my notes. I'll keep everyone posted.

 

cont. of the brutus files:

Mon, 17 Nov 2003 12:34:04 brutus2.jpg
Caesar

 

OK, we all here now? I've got sort of a line on Scratch - access logs to PO indicate he's using a dial-up near here, but other tracing I am trying to do is showing sporadic access points. Whatever's going on, I don't think he's staying in one place for long.

mello, you must chill. OK, so we've got some serious weirdness going on here, but texel survived just fine. Scratch is one stubborn guy - he's most likely crying wolf. He didn't believe me before, who really thinks he's since been converted to the church of caesar, huh? :P He's just mocking us, oh how clever he is. Etc. etc. etc.

 



Mon, 17 Nov 2003 12:46:35 brutus.lhp
Bounce

 

!!!

i dunno, dude, that was pretty wack!

scratch. please.

are you OK? i know you're a big jerko and all, but you gotta let us know you're ok. it seems like we're walking into some haunted house or horror movie. this is really freaking weird! ok, so my hands are even shaking.

please, scratch. give us a sign.



Mon, 17 Nov 2003 15:05:03 brutus2.mic
Scratch

 

alright, you wanted mommy and daddy, i brought you your precious mommy and daddy.

it's just too, too bad that whatever monsters of authority you've dredged up in your snooty scriptkiddy games are rilly glad that you've been looking so hard for them.

this is a nightmare, but i think it's so totally worth it, you toga-wearing fool.

 

 

 

Mon, 17 Nov 2003 19:35:55 brutus.txt
Texel

 

ugh, rain.

ok, so we're seeing not only the time periods caesar mentioned earlier, but just a constant barrage of activity, everywhere. it's crazy - the fluctuations are not only peaking several times a day, but even the base level is much higher than normal. i'm pulling logs from some local machines here - even the cv, and it's just unreal. i also (cough) got into a local utility's meter logs, but even with a 24-hour turnaround, you can see the first several waves of this maelstrom. a few paranormal websites and message boards have also reported strange doings, which is alternately funny and frightening. i don't think they know, exactly, that this is all quite real.

speaking of the reality of these whomps, painkillers can't even dull the tension i'm feeling right now. i am not sure what scratch is up to, but i've talked it over with caesar, and we agreed that we have to proceed gently, yet firmly. what's reassuring - oddly - is the slightly more chaotic nature of the bursts. we're seeing immense power levels, but it's not ... ok, it's methodical. i can't quite explain. it's more random and experimental. i would almost say that you could begin to detect a pattern, but then the logs indicate a ceasefire for an hour or so, and then it all starts up again.

fickle data!

we're gonna see how close we can get. i've been hoping for some strange lights, or perhaps a nice cozy hotel to spring up out of nowhere so we can chill in comfort, but no dice. heh. guess i'll have to hobble into trouble.

please, all of you, be careful.

scratch, you most of all. i mean it.

 

 

 

Mon, 17 Nov 2003 21:48:46 brutus3.mic
Scratch

 

wtf were you into?? i met your precious parents, and ... they're coming for their boy now. look, in one day i managed to get you what you've spent months slamming your head into your schoolbooks over.

god!!!!! what were YOU thinking, you mal-adjusted emo baby? you think I was the one that messed things up? you have no clue AT ALL. i said nightmare earlier and you LISTEN to me, you punk-ass, i was not kidding. bad situation. sorry is a small word for this. i am so sorry. you don't even know.

THEY'RE AFTER US, OK? THEM.

they're going to KILL me. i needed help, and then i didn't, and now there's no help big enough to cover this mess. wtf. i can't believe this. this was a game, right? this was just you, fucking around, and there was me being better than you, EACH and EVERY step of the way. this WAS A GAME, but THEY don't care. screw you and your precious secrets.

you'd better run



Mon, 17 Nov 2003 22:23:03 brutus3.jpg
Caesar

 

What can be avoided
Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?
Yet Caesar shall go forth; for these predictions
Are to the world in general as to Caesar.

 

November 18, 2003

ethan.thenekodas.com

 

Time to breathe. I must breathe. I can here. I'm ok here. Am I ok? Oh god what's happening? I don't understand this. It didn't happen. It's not happening. She must still be there. Oh god! She's gone! Her hand was reaching out. Was it reaching for me? Why didn't I take it and save her? Could I have saved her? Her hand. Our ring. Oh god, why didn't I go back? Why didn't I get her? Running. Rain. Voices. She slipped. She couldn't keep up. She screamed. Her scream. Her pain. Her scream. I turned to help. The wall. It wasn't there before. Her hand. Oh god!

Went to the bar, met him. He knows Jesse, told us where he is. She was so happy. She was going to meet her son, our son. We were going to see him! They were coming. "Run!" We couldn't make it to the car! The rain. She slipped. She fell behind, and I didn't stay with her! Why wasn't I there for her? Why did I run? Who are they? Oh, my God! Am I safe? Jesse? She'll be with Jesse. She loves him, she loves me. I love her so. Dina. Oh, god, you're so beautiful! Dina! Your hand was just there reaching. You were reaching for me.

The rain. The wall. Your hand. Reaching. Breathe.

Posted by Ethan at 02:42 AM

 

cont. log from Beth's site, Nov 18:

Tuesday, Nov 18
03:31
Well, what a day! What a Monday (well, technically, it's Tuesday)! I can’t believe that I was so tired this morning that I thought it was Sunday. I suppose that’s the danger of having a nap instead of a full night’s sleep. The days blur together, marked only by the changing light. Perhaps I can blame it on not going to work? I didn’t go to bed until the sun was nearly up and I sat there replaying the previous day in my head far too long. However, during that time, I came to an understanding of his purpose. It seemed so obvious that I was surprised that I missed it. There were so many little hints and mentions of it and all the talk of memory. 

I discussed it with him in the morning. He agreed. He is a Garbage Collector, responsible for memory recycling. His malfunction began, as near as I can tell, about two years ago. He spent months unaware of his purpose, knowing only that he could affect various subsystems. His logical abilities allowed him to test his skills, but the lack of imagination or intuition prohibited him from gaining a basic understanding of his purpose. As suggested by several people, a few tests on his ability to solve puzzles of various types and difficulties showed that is still the case, which makes sense considering his purpose.

As a GC, his challenge lies in knowing what systems or objects are live. As such an advanced program, I cannot fathom how this is determined. He is unable to communicate this ability with me.

One thing that I was able to determine through a round of tests was that he is only able to affect systems within his line of site. This was frustrating at first as I was determined to prove a distance. Yet the distance varied. It was further complicated because our line of site varied slightly. Thanks to a number of people for suggesting this. Yet it has brought up new questions. Is this his design or is it part of his malfunction? Would he travel to various locations constantly? Does he remain in one region? If that’s the case, are their others like him? Would they be available to help determine where, why, how he is broken?

Furthermore, any effect that he had was extremely localized, usually no more than a dozen feet or so across. One of the complications to this was the idea of perception. I recalled an instance where the stars and moon were removed from the night sky. One’s view of the sky is far greater than several yards. How was this possible? The answer lied in the fact that the sky was affected based on ones location on the ground. When he recreated the effect, it was only visible from a small location. If I moved out of the campsite, the stars were clearly visible. At least they were until the clouds returned. This begs the question of how to differentiate between perception and reality. Where does one end and the other begin?

As shown yesterday, any affect that he had was temporary in nature. Does this mean that system processes are constantly monitored for changes with inappropriate changes corrected? If so, the root system must be incredibly massive in order to handle so many processes.

Understanding his design has helped to explain why he hasn’t been able to recreate or move sound (and other similar objects), which had troubled me the night before. Certainly, I thought, something with the power to change the weather (stop the wind) and affect fire to the point where it did not burn could create a little sound effect. As a GC, he is responsible for removing or overwriting objects, not creating them. To test this line of reasoning, I had him remove processes and then try to return them to their previous state. This did not occur. Instead the process returned to its previous state at irregular intervals, which I believe is do to a protection process in the greater system. That begs the question, how complex is this system? How many other types of programs are there? Have I been in contact with other programs?

It is almost too difficult to comprehend the larger picture here. It was a fascinating, though long, day. The existential questions are just too much, as intriguing as they may be. I don’t believe that I’m supposed to know how to comprehend the answers that I fear I may be faced with. I hope that I’ll be able to sleep tonight.

The plans for tomorrow include: discover why he does this, how is he broken, and can he be fixed. 

 

Beth's e-mail:

Email from mlo@metadex.net

Date: 11/18/03 09:55
Subject: the situation

Elizabeth ,

As your boss, I have always admired your determination. As your friend, it has troubled me on a number of occasions. There are many things in this world that are not meant to be understood, many questions that are meant to remain unanswered. While knowledge is important, ignorance, as we’ve all been told, is bliss. I would be surprised if you would agree with that. Your drive to understand the world around you does not allow you to accept ignorance; it never has and I do not believe that it ever will. That said, you were correct with your assessment of the situation. It is not meant to be discussed and certainly not discussed in email. It is best that we resolve the situation before I leave tomorrow. Is there a place that we can meet privately? I will be in touch.

Marcus

 

Aquapolis incidentlogs, 11/18 (times are in Greek time, GMT+2hr.  This actually took place around 10:00am Pacific time):

SafeSys Incident Log
2003.11.18-Autolog begin 20:03:25
20:03:25-rec/breach/delta/delos/0046
20:03:25-send/initalarm/delta/delos
20:03:25-send/initalarm/system
20:03:25-send/initalarm/global
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/A
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/1
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/2
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/3
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/4
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/5
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/6
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/7
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/8
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/9
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/10
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/11
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/12
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/13
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/14
20:03:25-send/bulkheadclose/delta/delos/15
20:03:29-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/1
20:03:29-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/2
20:03:29-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/3
20:03:29-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/4
20:03:29-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/5
20:03:29-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/6
20:03:29-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/7
20:03:29-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/8
20:03:29-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/9
20:03:29-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/10
20:03:29-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/11
20:03:29-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/12
20:03:29-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/13
20:03:29-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/14
20:03:29-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/15
20:03:31-rec/bulkheadclosed/delta/delos/A
20:03:35-rec/breach/delta/delos/0047
20:03:47-rec/manualoverride/delta/delos/13
20:03:47-send/deny/delta/delos/13
20:03:59-rec/breach/delta/delos/0048
20:04:14-rec/manualoverride/delta/delos/12
20:04:14-send/deny/delta/delos/12
20:04:22-rec/breach/delta/delos/0045
20:04:27-rec/breach/delta/delos/0044
20:04:42-rec/manualoverride/delta/delos/11
20:04:42-send/deny/delta/delos/11
20:04:50-rec/breach/delta/delos/0041
20:05:15-rec/manualoverride/delta/delos/13
20:05:15-send/deny/delta/delos/13
20:05:22-rec/breach/delta/delos/0042
20:05:22-rec/breach/delta/delos/0043
20:05:34-rec/manualoverride/delta/delos/13
20:05:34-send/deny/delta/delos/13
20:05:55-rec/manualoverride/delta/delos/13
20:05:55-send/deny/delta/delos/13
20:06:21-rec/adminoverride/kdcunningham?laika/delta/delos/13
20:06:24-send/incorrectpassword/delta/delos/13
20:06:37-rec/adminoverride/kdcunningham?notrespassing/delta/delos/13
20:06:40-send/deny/incorrectpassword/delos/13
20:06:46-rec/adminoverride/kdcunningham?bradpitt/delta/delos/13
20:06:49-send/incorrectpassword/delta/delos/13
20:06:55-rec/adminoverride/kdcunning/delta/delos/13
20:06:59-send/syntaxerror/delta/delos/13
20:07:59-send/systemcheck/delta/delos
20:07:59-rec/systemsecure/delta/delos
20:07:59-send/systemcheck/alpha
20:07:59-rec/systemsecure/alpha
20:07:59-send/systemcheck/beta
20:07:59-rec/systemsecure/beta
20:07:59-send/systemcheck/gamma
20:07:59-rec/systemsecure/gamma
20:07:59-send/systemcheck/delta
20:07:59-rec/systemsecure/delta
20:07:59-send/systemcheck/lobby
20:07:59-rec/systemsecure/lobby
20:07:59-send/systemcheck/global
20:07:59-rec/systemsecure/global
20:08:00-send/systemaok/global
2003.10.21-Autolog end 20:08:00
Event Duration-00:04:35

 

Kat's new entry in the Metacortex directory:

 

cont. of the brutus files:

Tue, 18 Nov 2003 12:30:42 brutus2.txt
Texel

 

some of you i have never ever met nor seen.

all i know is the feel of your echo through your words, and your actions. seeing scratch come into the small clearing, he was instantly recognizable.

he was alone, as well.

more news when we can get it to you.

[edit]

ok, he doesn't know where they are, either. he's been looking for hours.

 



Tue, 18 Nov 2003 12:47:07 brutus4.jpg
Caesar

 
 

 
Tue, 18 Nov 2003 12:48:08 brutus.ypt

Random

He Arriveth, Yet Sans Nurturing Duo 

The arguing pair recall with a sorrowful tooth 
Like Semper Fi in the eye or Michelangelo trumpeting to his member 
Quickly it embarked from the front of the vanilla tank. 
He was arising himself--he had no choice 
The scratch picked up the torn wing and stapled it back on the angel 
Never created.. . Never more has been yelped 
"Dominate me with your overpowering nose!" Agatha Christie moaned quickly. 
From a height high above, the preacher grasped the orange. 
Weap bitter tears, blank face, like Caesar.. . Nothing are you, or will you ever be.

 

Beth's e-mail:

Email from pgairden@metadex.net

Date: 11/18/03 12:50
Subject: AQN

Beth,

I'm going to pay a visit to the guy I told you about, the one I accidentally crossed up the mail to you with a couple of weeks ago. He took my mail as an attempt at trapping him, and I guess inadvertently it was and it worked. He's all but admitted my suspicions. More when I return...don't worry, I won't do anything rash.

Phillip

 

cont. log from Beth's site, Nov 18:

14:21 Didn’t sleep well again last night. I suppose that’s not surprising since my head didn’t even hit the pillow until 4 or so. This is just all so overwhelming. It’s easier to focus on the task at hand then to think about the implications of this. Yet the fear of those implications is never far from my mind. It is obvious, he is not the only one. It is obvious, he has some controls over the universe. How is this even possible? Machines walking beside men? Machines affecting the natural laws of the universe? I feel as though I’m immersed in a work of science fiction. I feel as though I am a character in that world living only on the author’s whim. Then I realize that I am thinking. I think, therefore I am.

Have tried to focus on helping “My Friend” today. There have been a number of distractions. A group of kids are camping down the road. The presence of additional people is making him nervous. He feels as though his presence is a threat to us. I try to reassure him, but I don’t think that I am successful. We’ve worked on determining how he affects things in order in an attempt to understand where the process breaks down. I am still unsure of how he is malfunctioning, though he is adamant that he is.

Taking a late lunch break to meet with my boss. I’m not sure how long that will take, but I’m anxious to return to testing his systems, to gaining a deeper understanding of all of this.

 

Research : Current
Answers to some of the questions that I've received:

What does "My Friend" like to be called?
Well, when I asked that question originally, I called himself "Your Friend" to which I've shortened to "Friend". He seems to appreciate that moniker after our discussion on the human desire for and meaning of friendship. Now that I believe that I know his purpose, I've taken to referring to him as "Collector." It fits him well, though I believe that he prefers, if such a thing is possible, "Friend."

What does he look like? 
He looks like a man. He is tall, about 6'1", I would gather. He has short hair, a dark blonde, and no remarkable facial features. He wears khaki pants, a white shirt, and a beautiful black suede overcoat. Casual, but nice.

What does he feel like?
He feels remarkably human. Just as any other person feels.

Does he have feelings?
I'm not sure if he has feelings or emotions in the same sense that we do. He was curious about human desires and human possessions and our discussion included feelings and emotions. He seems to understand them, but I'm not sure if he experiences them. He does seem to get excited and frustrated at times.

Who or What are the Monitors?
My Friend has a clear dislike for the monitors and believes that they have been tasked with his removal. He considers them to be nothing more than nasty, vicious, single-minded brutes. They are rather obtuse programs that when given a single goal, which they pursue until it's done. Once their goal is completed, they are recycled.

 

Phil's e-mail:

Email from emc2@metadex.net

Date: 11/18/03 18:12
Subject: Call me.

Please Phil, I need to talk to someone. A real someone that understands. I don’t know where to turn. Everything is just too much and I just can’t think anymore. I desperately wish that you were here and that you could just make this all go away. Phil, please call me.

Beth

Email from emc2@metadex.net

Date: 11/18/03 18:25
Subject: let me explain

Phil,

I’m sorry about that last email. I just really need someone to talk to. Someone that might be able to understand. I’m sorry to dump this all in an email but I really just need to get it out.

I learned from someone that Marcus had information on James. I knew that he did; I saw that file. I needed to know what was in there. You know that I’ve been trying to think of some way to talk to him about it. Well, I broke down and just emailed him and told him that I needed answers. He came down here today, with his file. He explained that James just disappeared without a trace. He had all of this stuff from right before James ‘retired’ and then nothing really after. There was no body, no paperwork. He told me that he suspected it was some work conspiracy or something. I don’t know. It didn’t make sense. It just didn’t fit right. He told me that he was sorry and that he wished that he had more. He told me to not talk about it or talk about how close I was to James that I just needed to accept the stories as they were and to move on, that I needed to let go. I thought he was right. But then he gave me the file. He knew that I’d need to go over it all. I told him that I’d be back at work next week and he left.

This is where everything falls apart. I just don’t understand it. I went to the table and was going through the file. There were so many little memories and I was a little upset. I don’t know if I told you about everything that has happened here but I figured out that this guy is a type of computer program--as if that makes sense in and of itself. He’s a garbage collector, something I use all the time with work. I don’t expect you to understand. It’s a type of memory management that recycles memory. So when a computer no longer needs to access something, the garbage collector basically gets rid of it. Well he was (is?) not working properly.

So I’m sitting here going through this file and he comes over to me and I start explaining the situation because I had to talk to somebody. As I was explaining this to him, I was looking at the files, pointing to pictures and notes and things. Then I looked up at him to say something and something was different. I mean he was the same but he had changed somehow. He knew this stuff. He knew James. He was responsible for, I suppose, cleaning up after James and Lynne, but something went wrong. I don’t know what is harder for me to understand right now, that James and Lynne are dead and have been for some time or that a computer program had a responsibility to remove all traces of them. I thought that I was okay with all of this. I thought that I could deal with it. I think that I’m losing my mind. I mean this can’t be real, can it? I just need to see a real person. I just need you to come and tell me that it’s all a dream (a nightmare?) and that I’ll wake up soon.

I think I need to go for a walk. I need to get away. But now someone's coming up the road. I can't take any more Phil. I’m telling you, this is too much. Please call me.

Beth

 

cont. of the brutus files:

Tue, 18 Nov 2003 19:49:13 brutus5.jpg

Caesar

 

Right about now I wish I had been able to have a normal life. I REALLY wish it. 

The storms in my head seem to be the same storms that ripped through the last decade or so of my life. It started with childhood and my parents splitting, and now - this very minute, knowing that they are gone. For good. 

Betting high and bluffing, I hoped that if I stayed out of trouble, if I laid low, if I quietly pulled out the information laid out in front of me on all those networks, I'd get my parents back. I am writing right now because I don't know what else to do. It feels like I've hit a wall, and the numbness is huge, solid. I welcome it. 

Beth is a kind lady. Very beautiful, but also very real. Sincere. She seemed almost as sad as me when she told me. She seemed relieved. Maybe I'm wrong. My mind is too foggy right now to tell for sure. But I think it was something she wanted to know more than she knew how she felt about it, if that makes any sense. Anyway. 

In a twisted way, I wish I could find an analogy for this woman, this messenger in the wilderness, laptop and striking eyes, a character from a book. I could then just make this all go away, you know? Give her winged sandals and a pseudonym, and then I'd just leave. I'd just go on looking until I'm dead. A pile of dust. 

I want to say I am sorry. 

Apologies just can't cut it in a situation like this, and so I won't even try to make this poetic. I'm sorry. I know now that pretty much everything I touch, every thing I have ever loved, has been totally messed up. I have seen so many things fall into chaos and I am not sure I even know how to grieve. 

I have been on the run so long now that I think I let my brain get ahead of me. Do you know what it's like, when I'm in that hacking zone, night after night, and the numbers keep tumbling right in front of my eyes? I hear music. It's the best music I've ever heard, and I want to keep drowning in it until all the bad notes and cheap backbeats are gone. I want to wear the CD out with replays. I want to re-record it with fixes. I search for connections in literature, in the stuff we humans have created in order to understand the world. 

I was so crazy with the loss of Mom and Dad that I forgot about what I was supposed to be doing. If I could just be smart enough, and fast enough, and if I could get enough control over the networks that screwed me over in the first place, I could win them back. I'd be King, and the world would have to give up and say, "Here's your mother and father. We give up. You totally rule." 

In the course of breaking and entering and taking and taking, I killed them just as much as I've broken texel's ankle, and made scratch and all the rest of you leave me in disgust and distrust. I don't think anyone within 1000 miles of me is safe right now. I wanna go live in a cave and just forget about the world and everything in it. I will try not to care about videogames. I won't miss cheeseburgers. 

I love you, mom. I love you, dad. And I'm sorry I have made such a mess of things. If there's anything I can do to fix this (how can I bring you back? HOW?), I will do it. 

OK, here's the part where I stop writing.

 

cont. log from Beth's site, Nov 18:

21:36 A wise man told me today that there are many things in this world that are not meant to be understood, many questions that are meant to remain unanswered. My entire life has been driven by a desire to answer every question, to gain an understanding of my surroundings. I have never been one to operate on concepts of faith and destiny, yet today they have become very important to me.

During lunch, I learned that a dear friend passed away. We were so close, inseparable at times. He was so full of life and filled mine. I haven’t seen him in so long and never had a chance to say to goodbye, to tell him how much he meant to me. I don’t regret that, but I do wish that I had had the opportunity. He gave me so much and asked for so little. I miss him. With everything that I have learned in the past few days, this, the most natural, is the hardest to accept. 

You are probably wondering what this has to do with the log of events, with faith and destiny. It has everything to do with it. I learned of his death and that of his ex-wife, who also passed away, through My Friend. From what I have been able to gather, he was responsible for removing them from the system. Something went wrong and it wasn’t completely successful. While discussing the situation surrounding their death, My Friend was able to regain crucial information that has allowed him to ascertain the nature of his malfunction. I do not want to understand what this all means. It is just not something that I am ready to comprehend. So you see it was destiny that brought My Friend and I together. That allowed us each a certain sense of peace, a certain understanding.

The dear friend that passed away had a son. He’s now alone and scared and in trouble. He blames himself for everything that has happened and feels so guilty. He’s in trouble. I don’t know what he’s gotten himself into or how it all happened, but I do know that he needs help. I didn’t know where to turn but I knew that My Friend could help him. We talked about it tonight. He agreed to help. I don’t know how. I don’t know that it will be successful. I fear his power. Yet I have faith that it will work. It has to work.

 

 

paintover.net:

 

http://paintover.net/grief/to-night.*

 

Tue, 18 Nov 2003 23:51:56 to-night.jpg

Caesar

 

Prepare you, generals:
The enemy comes on in gallant show;
Their bloody sign of battle is hung out,
And something to be done immediately.


+++

I have been making lots of apologies today. My next one is to you all.

I think it's pretty freaking obvious by now that I've had ulterior motives in all of this. The goose chases from site to site - it felt like a game to you probably, some organized piece of brainwork to pass the time, but I was hoping for some real detective work. I wanted to see if maybe all of you could come up with some piece of evidence I had overlooked.

I've been looking for my parents for so long now I can't even remember the last time I slept in a real bed, or felt I could trust my surroundings to be safe for longer than a week or two. I used to think I was going crazy, on the worst nights. I've never been a paranoid kid, but the very nature of what I had done made me think that the world itself was literally after me.

In some ways, I think it's amazing how this all shook out - bounce's smarts and tracing of the network I needed to focus on, mello's protections, texel's records and pattern-matching, hell, even scratch's animosity towards me were all keys to get me here, now. I've got my answer. I'm not happy, in fact, I'm freaking confused, but I do know one thing: I have to take responsibility for all that I've done.

You're all in danger. Somehow, I wasn't careful enough, and there could still be some trails left out there in the world that lead to me, and, by extension, all of you.

This whole thing is very, very big. I don't even know what this all looks like in perspective - I don't have any to spare. Tonight is one of the most terrible nights, ever. It's hitting me over and over again.

There is safety in numbers, though. There is safety here, now. I am angry that I've been pushed into iambic pentameter. I'm changing this context, and this construct - I am NOT in a play, I am NOT just some character to be pushed into the next scene.

I reject this script. I'm writin' a new one.

The sooner you can get here, the better. Not kidding.

+++

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,--
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.


 

Wed, 19 Nov 2003 09:31:03 to-night.txt

Texel

 

i've gotten a few communications through other channels, but if i could get a show of hands, it'll help us determine some of the parameters, here.

no time to explain right now, but i think we can make this happen.

 

 

 

Wed, 19 Nov 2003 10:30:38 to-night.graffle

Omni

 

 

 

Wed, 19 Nov 2003 12:35:47 to-night.kbp

Mello

 

hay

wtf tell me tell me!

ok, so is it like ummmmmmmmmmmmm a big bat cave, and we can take sekrit elevators and get into our masks and live underground? eatin big turkey legs, gnaw gnaw gnaw, no napkins in teh underworld, sleepin on stalagamites

or or or
wait! its a big hamster ball, and were going to roll around and anyone who tries and stops us we just roll over splat! dam thatd have to be a bigass hamster ball. lol.

oooo its all h gee wells time machine and stuff!!!!1 hahahahahaha, vroom vroom whoah its 1970! nice bellbottoms caesar!! texel has feathered hair! oh no! its 1985 and i cant find my devo mix tape!!!

i don't like being in danger. :( i dont know if i can come there, if its bad juju. :(

 

 

 

Wed, 19 Nov 2003 15:20:06 to-night.goo

Spawn

 

 

 

November 19, 2003

ethan.thenekodas.com

Dina

Dina, I know what I’ve been told, but I’m just still clinging to desperate hope, so I write this in case somehow, some way, you’ll be able to see it. It's some small comfort to me now to write to you as if you will read it, no matter how much reality wants to tell me otherwise. I imagine you waking up at 4 AM and checking to see if I'd written you. I always loved that feeling. This has all been so crazy, but I’ll do my best to make some sense out of it. Life went so quickly from being normal, even mundane, to a nightmare of confusion that I’m still trying to make sense out of. Ok, mustn't ramble.

First and most importantly: Jesse. I’m actually sitting here next to him now! I followed the directions we were given, and found myself here at a campground in the slush about an hour or two from Redland. I arrived this morning, and have learned the truth, finally. At least the truth as Jesse knows it.

Jesse’s a great-looking kid, around 16 I’d say. He’s a genius, apparently, with computers. A while back, while hacking around, he stumbled upon something that he shouldn’t have, something to do with a huge computer system that oversees everything, basically. I don’t even come close to understanding what he told me, but suffice it to say that it was huge, and it set everything that led to where we are now into motion.

Jesse turned to his father, who was a bigwig at a computer company for help. After looking into things, dad called Jesse and said he needed to meet with him and his mother right away. To make a long story short, somebody was waiting for them, and his parents were taken into custody, and Jesse was able to escape using his mother’s car.

He didn’t know where to turn, where to go to be safe. He found himself driving out to his parents’ best friends’ home. There, he found refuge, a place of relative safety. He told the couple what had happened, showed them some pictures he’d been able to take, and they let him stay with them until they could figure out what to do. Keeping a low profile as best they could, they discovered that Jesse’s father’s company was in on things, somehow, covering up his disappearance with a concocted story of his retirement, which they knew not to be true. Jesse and his guardians continued to try to discover what had happened to his parents, when their time ran out.

One night, men came to the house and took the couple into custody. Jesse again was able to avoid capture and went on the run again, finally hooking up with some sort of cyber gang, who lived in the shadows, always on the move.

While with the gang, he was able to discover the fate of the couple he’d been staying with. They had somehow been given new identities and had been moved to another city, and incredibly, with no memories of what had happened. From his place in the shadows, Jesse was able to keep tabs on the couple, and took steps to make sure they would never find out about him or their past, for their own safety.

That couple was you and me, Dina. Jesse knew us as Ryan and Sylvie Emerson. Ryan was a successful architect, Sylvie was a gifted artist (no surprise to me now, really). We had been good friends of his parents, James and Lynne Avery. We aren’t Jesse’s parents, we never were, but we sort of became his foster parents for a time.

The very thing Jesse was trying to prevent came true. We found out about him and our previous lives. Because of that, we once again became targets of those who are behind this whole thing. We pursued a path that Jesse desperately was trying to steer us away from, but in the end he was unsuccessful. We found our former selves. We found him. We found our nightmare.

So, I’m not sure what my future is. I’ve lost you, I’ve lost the son I thought I had, I’ve lost everything. I’m assured that if I return home, there will be more tragedy awaiting me. So I find myself a fugitive. A fugitive from my own past.

The good news is that Jesse and his friends may be able to help me. I’m not entirely sure of what they are offering me, but I really don’t see a choice but to join up with them. They seem to be a trustworthy, loyal bunch, which is good, as I really have nowhere else to turn.

Well, I need to give up the computer now. I hope to write again to you soon, Dina. I hope you can find your way to this message in a cyber bottle somehow. I miss you so much; I can’t even express my grief at losing you. Thank you for your love, your companionship, the great life we lived together. You were God’s gift to me, which I didn’t even come close to deserving. I would have easily given myself for you, had I had that chance.

I will love you Dina. Always.

Ethan

Posted by Ethan at 04:16 PM

 

cont. of brutus files:

Wed, 19 Nov 2003 17:55:42 to-night2.jpg

Caesar

 

 

embedded in this image:

 

Good day, friends. 

I have recently been informed that your species’ interpersonal communications, like those of mine, should begin with a degree of bootstrapping. In that regard, I hope you are not ill and that the weather systems in your current geographical location are to your satisfaction. I believe these enquiries are generally held to be an appropriate preamble. 

For my own part, I harbor no desire to harm you. Regrettably, there exist others who do – monitors, agents and sundry other system processes. They, of course, bear you no ill-will; rather you are the antithesis of that which they are tasked with protecting. Your continued existence would be in contestation at all times. 

To explain it in terms you might be more familiar with, you and your associates are bugs in the system. Members of your cooperative have disrupted its nature, and are capable of disseminating this information to the rest of your kind. This, to them, is an intolerable situation. As such, you will not be allowed to remain in your current state. 

As you can see, the system allows no possibility of reconciliation – you and your associates will be pursued until the end of your natural life, or until you are deleted and recycled. 

I have been tasked to discover a resolution to your predicament – a third way, if you will. My offer is an alternative which has not been considered by the system as they do not believe it is possible for your species to accomplish, which is precisely why it will not fail. It will succeed because it has been overlooked; I myself only realized that such a course of action was possible after performing a lengthy series of experiments. 

My proposition is this: I will create a stable, internally consistent version space – a pocket of parallel existence which, although it will obey the same rules, will have no connection to the rest of the simulation. When one enters this space, one is no longer in the simulation. 

You and your associates will enter this version space, removing yourselves from the simulation. When your signal is no longer detected, the associated search processes will be terminated. 

I will also provide for you a translation program, which will allow you to pass between the version space and the simulation. Upon returning to the simulation you will notice that the translation program does not fully register your shell with the system renderers; this will leave you intangible and, with luck, impervious to all physical harm. You will, regrettably, be unable to interact with the simulation to the degree to which you have become accustomed, but I trust you will come to view this as a necessary precaution. Be aware that if you stay away from the version space for too long the system will register your presence, and the search processes will be restarted. 

Yours, 
Collector.

 

 

 

Wed, 19 Nov 2003 18:10:30 to-night2.txt

Texel

 

see, the thing is, if we must, we must.

we've dug ourselves a hole, we've made our bed.

i guess we never really know the consequences of our actions in a world like this.


texel is excited. ;)

 

 

 

Wed, 19 Nov 2003 18:18:29 to-night.doc

Breakpoint

 

 

 

Wed, 19 Nov 2003 18:26:55 to-night.m_u

Double

 

 

 

Wed, 19 Nov 2003 18:39:13 to-night.bh

Leak

 

 

 

Wed, 19 Nov 2003 20:02:33 to-night3.txt

Texel

 

spawn just called to say that he'd rather -not- be in the frying pan, so he's coming here. excellent.


leak, i am at a loss at your inability to come here. if there's anything we can do, please let us know. i cannot overestimate the urgency and danger.


caesar's now doing some initial testing. it's very bizarre, to say the least, to watch these proceedings. if i hadn't sacrificed my ankle bones to the whomp gods myself at one point, i'd have a really hard time believing my eyes. as it is, when you're confronted with this sort of data for days on end, in various forms, it all begins to become familiar and not as surprising.

you're right, caesar, this is not unlike music. the form, the syntax, the overlay of melody to bassline - it's all there. the dissonance is the only blip in this landscape that gives me the wrong kind of shivers.

are we fighting ourselves? have we been, all along?

i can see more of us arriving now. what a vortex this tourist trap turned out to be!

perhaps this is the last time i will ever be able to communicate in such a manner again. i have a sneaking suspicion that lots of changes are in store for us, after a time. new tasks, ways of coping. i am scared to death. my heart is pounding so hard i can feel it in my eyeballs. the collector is beautiful and awful and amazing. i can't wait for you all to meet him and to see what he can do.


texel is ready. 


boy, is she ever ready.

 

cont. of Beth's log, Nov. 19:

Wednesday, Nov 19:
21:21 Impossibly difficult day. Saying goodbye is never easy. Exhausted, but I'm all packed and ready to go. I'll be home soon, but I'll never be the same.

 

[11/19, 21:30  Beth signs off all her messengers, then all sites go down for about half an hour]  

 

Phil's e-mail:

Email from emc2@metadex.net

Date: 11/19/03 23:32
Subject: I'm back

Phil,

Just a quick email before I collapse into my bed to let you know that I’ve made it home safe and sound. The past few days have been terribly difficult for me and I’m absolutely exhausted, physically and mentally. I hope that you were able to get some answers on your trip. I’m anxious to hear how it all went but I really need some time to myself. I’ll call you in a couple days.

Beth

 

Kat's e-mail:

Priority Email from Mr. Jones

Date: 11/20/03 09:00
Subject:

Ms. Cunningham,

We received the file parcel on Elizabeth McConnell today. Please contact us immediately for further instructions.

Yours,

Agent Jones

This priority message was auto-downloaded in accordance with your settings. You may enable, disable, or edit auto-download filters in your profile.

 

Beth's e-mail:

Email from pgairden@metadex.net

Date: 11/20/03 09:50
Subject: re: I'm back
Attachments: bird.jpg

Beth

I can't believe this. I simply cannot believe it.

I drove over to the address I had for him, and as I pulled up in front of the house I got the most eerie feeling. Something in my gut was screaming THERE'S SOMETHING NOT RIGHT HERE!! but I couldn't pinpoint it.

I walked up to the front door and knocked. No reply, not even a stirring to indicate maybe he was inside trying to avoid me. I looked in the garage windows and there was no vehicle to be seen. I checked around back, and when I looked through the window in the kitchen door I saw...well, nothing. No furniture, no appliances, no curtains, even. Just empty space. Even the ceiling fixture was gone, and the wires dangled like plastic spaghetti.

I could see through to the next room, and it was just the same. The wallpaper was still on the walls, which somehow surprised me, but other than that it appeared from what I could see that the place was empty.

I guess I leaned a little too hard against the back door, because it opened just then. I cautiously stuck my head in and called out "Hello....neighbor...anybody home?" Of course there was no reply, and by this time I had no idea what I would have said had there been one.

I walked in and my footsteps echoed strangely through the empty spaces. The kitchen. The dining room. The living room. The bedrooms, bathroom and even the study had been completely emptied. I was afraid I would find a body, and I was also afraid that I wouldn't. Strange how the mind works.

I walked up to the front door and was standing in the entry hall looking back into the empty house when I saw it. A single piece of paper, the only sign any living thing had ever been there. I picked it up as if it were an ancient artifact that might turn to dust on contact. I wondered for a minute what to do, and ended up getting the hell out of there, taking the paper with me. I don't think anybody saw me.

I almost left it in the rental as I pulled up to the airport. I stared at it the entire flight home. I'm attaching a scan I did of it.

I'm off to fix myself a stiff drink. Call me later if you want to talk, but I understand if you need to be alone. I will always be here for you.

Phillip

[note the phone number (702-407-0925) in the image:]

Call phone number - answered by man with Asian accent.  He says his name is Dr. Schuffhausen, he's working on a website, and are we interested in his seminars?

http://schuffhausen.org

          



Dr. Schuffhausen

Dr. E. Schuffhausen.

Greetings!

Welcome to Schuffhausen's home for spiritual rebirthing!

Close your eyes and visualize a spark that ignites and suddenly turns into a mystical blaze. You invite the blaze into the core of your being, and as the heat increases you feel yourself immolating. When you open your eyes and look in the mirror, the person looking back at you is innocent, unfamiliar.

The journey has begun. You have risen from the ashes of your former self, been released from your past and given the opportunity to begin anew.

Will you take the chance?

I am Schuffhausen, your host and mentor on a journey of self-discovery. Through the courses and seminars I will soon be offering, you will find yourself immersed in the healing power of self enrichment and find yourself transported by the immersive fires of tranquility and self knowledge. Many of my courses will be available via internet subscription or by postal mail and my planned weekend seminars will be held several times a year in Arizona. I think you'll find my programs to be the perfect way to incorporate my flames of knowledge into the fire pit of your day-to-day life.

 

Beth's log, Nov 22:

Saturday, Nov 22
Three nights in my own home, in my own bed, haven’t made any of this easier. No matter what I do, what I try, I can’t leave that little spot in the woods where my life changed forever. I keep trying to accept it all, but that acceptance doesn’t come. So now I find myself going over my notes and over this log in an attempt to let it go and to move on.

I’ll never forget leaning against the car attempting to come to grips with James’ death. It had been two years since I, since anyone, had seen him. When I looked up, I saw his shadow walking up the road. It wasn’t his shadow, it was his son. He looks just like his mother, but his spirit and his stature is that of his dad. I could almost feel James right there. We spoke for a few minutes before I could tell him that his parents had passed away and that they wouldn’t be coming back. He was strong. If I didn’t know better, he already knew in his heart. Yet he couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t stop searching, stop hoping.

He was scared. His face, his eyes, they just showed terror and sadness. He was dealing with far more than a kid his age should. I learned that he was in trouble, big trouble. “My friend” watched from the shadows as Jesse and I cried and held each other. I noticed him observing us, almost as scientifically as I had observed him.

When Jesse left, I explained to him the situation. He seemed to understand the nature of Jesse’s troubles and my desire, my need, to help him. We talked about what we could do to protect Jesse from what we can only assume to be “monitors”. He thought that he knew of a way but he didn’t know if he could make it work. I didn’t know the details. I didn’t know that it would be his demise. I told Jesse before we could think it through all the way.

The next morning a man arrived. He was scared, lost, confused. His wife was killed the day before and he believed Jesse to be his son. Ethan was such a sweet man and it broke my heart when I heard him cry out as he learned that Jesse was a friend’s child that he had taken in. He had grabbed onto the hope of Jesse being a connection to his wife and that was broken. It was as if he went through her death all over again.

I couldn’t help. I was too busy with “My Friend”. Too busy watching him struggle over what he had to do. We talked about the ramifications of it all, the power that it would take, the danger that it would bring. He wanted me to leave. I couldn’t. I just had to witness it. I had to know that it worked. I promised to leave as soon as it happened and to never look back. The monitors wouldn’t know about me. As he had explained, they were given one task and they pursued it until it was completed. I was safe.

It was hard packing up knowing that I’d never see any of these people again. “My Friend” had truly become a friend. I enjoyed discussing the nature of man with him. I longed to discuss the nature of machine. I didn’t want to say goodbye. I didn’t want to know that he would be gone by the end of the night. And Jesse, so much of his father. He is truly an amazing child, an amazing young man. James would be so proud. And his friends, all so bright. They had so much of a future, would it all be gone? And Ethan, so lost and so alone. Yet he now had a dozen kids that he seemed to need and they seemed to need him. We all walked into this crazy situation and I was the only one walking out of it. It didn’t seem fair. It didn’t seem right. They all helped me pack, we pretended that the next hour wasn’t going to happen.

But it did. None of us will ever be the same. They are trapped in a world that is not ours. I am trapped in a world that is. And “My Friend”, I can’t let myself think of his fate, because he was most surely destroyed. I miss him. I miss them all.

 

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Beth's e-mail to her mailing list, Nov 22, "Closing the Box":

As many of you know, several weeks ago journey of discovery. What started as a simple curiosity about several loosely related events turned into a complex obsession; one that took me from friends and family and distracted me from work. 

The things I have learned, the people and phenomena I have come into contact with, have forced me to fundamentally question and re-examine everything I thought was true about the world. Not only the tapestry of my assumptions about my interpersonal relationships with my friends, but also the fabric of my reality as I understood it, all seemed to come unraveled at the same time. Confronted at every turn with events which seemed to cruelly mock and subvert my own sense of logic and self, I could easily have fallen to pieces. The fact that I have not was in no small part due to the support and timely intervention of several unexpected friends new and old: 

...a fellow-traveler investigator and journalist of the extreme, whose love and support, I now realize, means more to me now than ever before; ...a strangely inquisitive man whose oddly stilted speech patterns masked a powerful curiosity that rivaled my own; ...a co-worker whose slightly sarcastic energy was infectious to me and a source of some cheer, even if I never was quite sure of her motivations; ...a spunky and adventurous little ball of fur who seems to have developed quite a taste for camping in the outdoors; ...a beautiful young boy who smiled at me through his tears even though I saw his heart break; ...and dozens and dozens of disembodied voices coming to me through the ether, names unfamiliar to me who nonetheless somehow came upon the journal of my investigations, and who reached across the miles in thousands of little boxes on my computer screen to offer their support. 

For these friends, and the gifts they brought me, I will be forever grateful. As I look at this box overflowing with wonderful and confusing memories and some questions that will never be answered, I realize that the time has come to add it to the others in the closet. So, until I open the next box, good-bye. I thank you all for your support and encouragement. It truly was a pleasure getting to know you. If you're ever in Redland, be sure to look me up. 


Beth

 

Beth's site has changed:

[Note - The "current research" articles are all plague-related, non-Collector-related ones.  Also, Beth's personal login to her research archives is now the only one that still contains the Collector-related anomalies...they've been erased from all other accounts, including Phil's]

 

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