Those of you who have discovered the secret update will get a little something extra out of this update.
Things seem to have... quietened down, for lack of a better term. They're separated off into two forms - the one on the right seems familiar to you. The interior of the lab smells strange, like an ether or expired medicine. The floors and walls almost hurt to look at.
Talk to it / him / her / them.
Can they talk, you wonder? Is there anything actually to talk to? And... what if they answered back. What would that mean? You- you decide to brave it. You hope that voice at the back of your head is really you, and try the one on the left first.
He's... it's a man. Young, in his mid-30s. He looks tired. His shoulders hang. You open your mouth to speak but no words come out. What do you say? 'Hello?' 'Who are you?'. They seem... wrong. They seem like-
A flash. The sound of a thousand voices screaming. You feel your stomach turn inside out as the world dies around you. You close your eyes and try to find the voice to scream. It never comes. You hear voices. Feel movement. You open your eyes.
They're arguing.
"But it's the only way out! I'm sick of it. Sick of all of it. We're all living in a world that's spiralling towards oblivion and all anyone can do about it is die quicker than the next person! I'm not talking about an alternative. I'm talking about a solution. An end."
"But it's pointless. If there were a way out, don't you think someone would have found it by now? You have so stop focusing on what to die over and start looking for things to live for!"
"Live for? Live for? There's nothing left anymore! It's all a mountain of hasturshit out there and you want me to ignore it! Gods damnit, I - I sent another one out this morning. Can't you see. That's my life. I give these children their pocket horrors and send them out into the world to die. I give them everything I can and it's not enough. They all die alone, scared, and for no point at all. We feed them lies and paint a world filled with false hope and do it again, and again, and again. So tell me, then. Tell me."
"...what have I got to live for in a world like that?"
"...your son."
The world turns inside out again.
You're back in the lab. You feel... wrong. Questions float through your head. What were they arguing about? Who were they? Your mind freezes when you notice them staring at you. Did they want you to see? What did they want you to understand? Why? You begin to edge backwards, towards the door.
You turn to run, to escape, but something stops you. It builds. Is that... singing?
It's... soothing. Calming. Almost nic-