First Contact - Second Resurgence Wave Chpt 529.130 I See You (1/2)

marco your name is marco

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DAY FIFTY-SIX

PERSONAL PROJECT STATUS: CLASSIFIED

CORPORATE PROJECT STATUS: BREAKTHROUGH

A personal note: They're talking about me, I know it.

On the advice of Mister McNugget, we compared the bare bones code the system loaded up against current code. While we could see how things had been layered onto the system, we could not tell what order despite looking for everything.

See, the problem is thus: If you take a bunch of files and one at a time save them as patches you can look at the file creation/modification dates. However, if you copy ALL of the files once you have them all patched and put together, to the new location, all of the time/date stamps for both creation and last access are the same.

This eliminates forensic computer examination to determine the file age.

However, Mister McNugget has a different way of looking at it. Xer is a corporate entity through and through. Joined NSO at the age of twenty-five as a management intern and has clawed xer's way up through the intense fight.

Additionally he has the 'corporate eye' as she likes to put it. It allows xer to examine things and come to his own conclusions that might not be obvious to anyone other than him.

After a couple hours of examination xir began to identify sections of code that were patched in to patch something else.

Xster McNugget has stated that some time after the initial 'skeletal code' was established, corporations or governments began to layer things is. Xir reminded us that she is the direct descendant of General McNugget, who burned Tampa to the ground during the War of the Box, and that although he dislikes it, xe is perfectly capable of looking at things with a corporate military eye.

Another breakthrough is the fact that the Hardware Analysis Team has been working on what all of the circuits in the bare bone system do.

One of the circuits is responsible for phasic transmission. You read that right. Phasic transmission.

Despite everyone know that you cannot transmit phasic energy through electronics, there is a section there that allows the transfer of phasic energy.

However, the circuits are energized and throw the small strange-matter fuses the minute the system is engaged.

The Hardware Analysis Team has posited that the system is engaged with some kind of energy overflow.

To that extent, we activated a repeater in a phasically clean chamber, allowing no leakage in or out.

The system powered up, and the phasic circuitry went live and blew the strange-matter fuses.

The system is capable of making phasic energy record transmissions, but whatever is pushing that signal is overloaded.

A breakthrough, but not one we understand.

DECODE BLOCK? Y/N

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PERSONAL ADDENDUM

Today at lunch Doctor Hermans and I almost confronted one another.

I saw a tiny ant, bright red, crawl out from under his fingernail and onto the table. I crushed it with my middle finger and held it up for him to see.

He turned red at seeing I had seen what he had tried to do. That he had tried to put that ant into someone's food so it would infest them. That I had crushed his minion.

He now knows that I know.

--Marco

DAY SIXTY-THREE

Mister McNugget and I nearly had a shouting match. I referred to him as 'she' for some reason. Which is odd. Mister McNugget is in a male's body, is using the name Carl Susan McNugget, his digital ID visible through your datalink lists his gender as male.

Why did I refer to him as a 'she'?

He then remembered that I am off of my medication and merely gently suggested I take a second to ensure that I correctly gender people.

It felt off to me. I don't know why.

Oh well.

--Marco

DAY SIXTY-EIGHT

Personal Project: No Change

Corporate Project: Stalemate

I know I'm off my medication. That things are different and my perceptions are skewed.

I wish I could examine my previous journal entries, but their under security lockdown.

I could swear that Doctor Nyomn was a male. Yet, there she stands, five foot three, one hundred two pounds (pounds? Why pounds? Why not kilos?), brown hair, brown skin, green eyes. Female secondary characteristics and primary characteristics.

Yet I seem to recall her being a male.

Going off my medication, I don't remember the whispers last time. They're in the shadows, in the dark.

I've taken to sleeping with a night light.

Mister McNugget has asked me if I'm sure I should be off my medication.

I know there is a good reason. My thoughts move faster, I make deductions quicker, I can put logic chains together faster.

Mister McNugget checked my speed test for logic puzzles by comparing results done now to my prior corporate testing. I'm over 275% faster.

I can tell I make him uneasy, but what do you expect?

I have a hypothesis, but it's not able to be proven.

I'd have to create an experimental clone, and I won't do that.

Another note. I've smelled cigarette smoke a few times in the corridors, yet there are no Treana'ad on our research team. I've informed maintenance.

--Marco

you know who you are

DAY SEVENTY-TWO

Yesterday we have a breakthrough, if you want to call it that. I guess you could.

The network started doing rapid data transfers. Really fast ones. For roughly an hour.

Then it went completely dead. Still. All but a single molecule/atom of the spooky matter dissolved away. It then all reformed, and the system began transmitting as normal.

We're not sure why.

The other strange thing is there was a heavily encoded message that appeared on the internal mail server, addressed to nobody, with no origin address. It's from something or someone called ”ARCHANGEL GABRIEL” but the message is so heavily encoded even Green Team Three is stumped.

I found half a pack of cigarettes with the label ”LUCKY STRIKE” on them in the female bathroom when I went to check the smell of cigarette smoke. I turned them into security and now we're on a low level lockdown.

Mister McNugget had to deal with several dozen of the security personnel breaking open the armory and getting out weapons. There was a full blown firefight in C-Section as the security personnel had to do fire and advance on something. Casualties were bad. Out of sixty men and women who did a sweep and clear of C-Section, twenty-two are dead and nineteen are injured.