I don't want to derail the thread here, but, yeah. I got fired.
I'll be getting about thirty hours a week from my part-time job until I find a new one, but... ugh.
Anyway, bad news for my bank account, good news for you guys. I'll have more time for writing. Probably. Until we cancel my intartubez.
In celebration of my incredibly shitty day (even if I did hate that job with a passion unrivaled), have an incredibly depressing/disturbing story post!
ENTER KEY: ******
*ENCRYPTION KEY ACCEPTED*
*DECRYPTING . . . DECRYPTION COMPLETE*
*BEGINNING AUDIO LOG PLAYBACK*
Ahem. Right. I think that did it.
This is the private Audio Log of Dr. Richard Gableman.
I don't know why I'm recording these things. I can't talk to anyone about it. Certainly not the other medical staff. And not the soldiers either, though I suspect I'd have their support. They'd never trust me again, of course. I can't go to the Commander either.
Yet, I feel compelled to make these recordings. When this is finished, I intend to encrypt them, and include them with my daily files. Marcus is the key to unlock them, of course, though recording that knowledge here will certainly not help anyone decrypt them.
Perhaps it's simply the romantic with me. Here I sit, making a midnight confession, this computer program my only witness as I bare my soul, my sins, to the darkness.
Perhaps it is my hope that, after we win this war, and these files are declassified, someone will find these files. Find them, and discover the key. They'll hear these confessions, and maybe, grant my soul a measure of forgiveness.
*GLASS TINKLES AGAINST GLASS. AUDIO STOPS FOR SEVERAL SECONDS*
Perhaps it is simply this excellent Cognac. I must remember to thank Corporal Kovacs the next time I see him.
*ANOTHER PAUSE*
Yes, definitely the Cognac.
The nightmares are getting worse. Always the same. A memory, almost, but terribly twisted. It always starts the same. Midnight in Los Angeles. The night my world ended.
I come home late. Again. I'm always late, there's always another patient, another person calling out for help. I ate at the office. I've come home to too many dark homes to expect a cold supper awaiting me.
The house was, of course, dark. I think, this is odd. I was late, yes, but earlier than usual. I expected her to still be up, if not in an welcoming mood.
I slip my shoes off. If I'm quiet, she won't wake, and the inevitable is delayed a few, precious hours. I don't think about this. I tell myself I don't want to wake Marcus.
I lie.
Our door is closed. A sign of her continued displeasure? Of course. Typical. I reach for the handle, then freeze. That noise, what was it?
Was... was that a moan?
Ice grips my heart. Fire fills my belly. My vision narrows. I open the door.
It changes here. The memory ends. Mostly. The nightmare begins.
Tamunshin, nude, lies on my bed, entwined with a humanoid serpent. A Snakeman, the Soldiers call them. It is... doing things to her. Unspeakable things. Things it shames me that I am capable of imagining. She does not fight. She makes no noises, save the occasional soft grunt, or moan. Her eyes, large, accusing, bore into mine.
I look away. Somewhere else. Anywhere else. I look out the glass doors at the back of the room, to the balcony outside the window. There is a figure there, someone watching, waiting, but it's wrong. Anya- Commander Snow, is on my balcony. Body taut with rage, she witnesses the horrors unfolding in my bedroom.
Her armor, made of the same material as the alien devices, glimmers in the moonlight. In her hands she carries a plasma gun. She turns to me, raising the gun. Our eyes lock. The bore of the weapon begins to glow, and the window explodes inwards. Tamunshin, the Snakeman, and my bed, are engulfed in a rolling ball of expanding plasma. Tamunshin shrieks in agony, but it is strangled silent.
Over the haze of the flames filling my room, I see Anya. Her accusing glare burns my soul, and her whisper echoes with the rage of a thousand gods.
"Why didn't you save them?"
*PROGRAM RECORDS SEVERAL MINUTES OF QUIET SOBS, THEN ENDS RECORDING*
*PLAYBACK COMPLETE.*
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