Dr Brooks

Unexplained Location UE-550055
Description: An island with a 2-meter radius and a single palm tree at the center able to sustain all people inhabiting the island (currently one). Was classified as micro-nexus due to heightened anomalous activity in theme with "mystery islands".
Date of Containment: 2020-06-30
Location: Pacific
Security Protocol: One Agent is always stationed at the island. Stranded people are amnesticized and rescued at the next opportunity.

The following transcripts were recovered from Area-61 after the events of Incident-UE-550055.

How many days have I been here, on this damned island? They blur together at this point, blur together in my mind. Three, four, ten. Sixty. I wouldn't know.

God, it's hot out here. And cold. All at once. There's a sun above, and wind around, and sand below. Sand. So much sand. And then there's the salt in the air and in your eyes and on your tongue. Sometimes there's even music. Violins, orchestras, whatever. Trying to be all dramatic and mysterious. Makes it hard to sleep.

Sleep, good food, comfort… They were things I took for granted before I came out here, you know? And people, too. Can't remember the last time I saw another human. The last time I spoke to one. The last time I touched one.

It's not something you expect to miss, is it? Other people, with their problems and dramas and dickheadedness.

Never thought I'd miss all the assholes back at work. Even Samson, that bastard. It was the opportunity of a lifetime to come out here and give all my colleagues that big middle finger. Ha, I get an island vacation, I get to be alone, and you all have to work, suck on that, Samson. Yeah, it… didn't quite end up like that.

The people who brought me here gave me a way to communicate with them, you know. To tell them whenever someone gets stranded here. "Hello!" I want to say. "Someone is stranded!" And they'll come with their boats, and no one else will be here, and since they came all this way, might as well take me back with them, huh. We can send someone else out, no big deal. Here, have a hot cup of tea, and a blanket.

Can I talk to someone? Just talk?

Participants: Lt. Sally Gordon, Agent Andrew Iseweski
Purpose of communication: Not specified

16-07-2020
10:56-10:57

Lt. Gordon: Lieutenant Gordon of the Area-61 flagship. Please state your name and purpose of communication.

Agent Iseweski: Andrew Iseweski. Social enquiry.

Lt. Gordon: Social enquiry? Sir? That’s not in the database.

Agent Iseweski: What is in the database then?

Lt. Gordon: Sir, if you're not reporting anything, please don't contact us.

<Communication ended.>

Participants: Lt. Sally Gordon, Agent Andrew Iseweski
Purpose of communication: Social enquiry

19-07-2020
09:29-09:33

Lt. Gordon: Lieutenant Gordon of the Area-61 flagship. Please state your name and purpose of communication.

Agent Iseweski: Andrew Iseweski. Social enquiry.

Lt. Gordon: Sir, if you're not reporting—

Agent Iseweski: I just want to talk to someone.

Lt. Gordon: I'm not sure if that's protocol—

Agent Iseweski: Please.

<There's a pause.>

Lt. Gordon: You're the one on the island, aren't you?

Agent Iseweski: Yeah, that's me. Thought it'd be a little more interesting when they offered me the job, but, one gets tired of the fish diet after a while. <Laughs awkwardly.>

<There's a rustling of paper.>

Lt. Gordon: Uh, fish, sir?

Agent Iseweski: The buggers are everywhere. One of the anomalies, I think. Something about the island being able to feed people? With fish, apparently.

Lt. Gordon: Yes, it says that here… Is there anything else, sir?

Agent Iseweski: Well, there's this crab. I've been calling him George.

Lt. Gordon: That's nice. I meant, is there anything else you need assistance with, besides just "social enquiry"?

Agent Iseweski: Oh, right. Um. No, I don't think so.

Lt. Gordon: Alright then. Thank you for contacting us, and enjoy your day.

<Communication ended.>

Participants: Lt. Sally Gordon, Agent Andrew Iseweski
Purpose of communication: ???

27-09-2020
19:18-19:21

Agent Iseweski: Hey Sal?

Lt. Gordon: Yeah, what is it?

<There's a pause. Slight breathing can be heard.>

Agent Iseweski: I don't… really have anyone. You're the closest thing I've ever had to a friend, and, I don't want to lose that. You've… You've been here for me through most of this ordeal. When I get out of here, could we… continue this?

<There's another pause.>

Lt. Gordon: You don’t even know what I look like.

Agent Iseweski: And? I want to be your friend. Not professional, I know, but… I'm kinda desperate here. I mean, not desperate for friends, that's sad, and not desperate for you, that's creepy. I mean. I don't know.

Lt. Gordon: Listen. <Pause.> You seem like a nice person—

Agent Iseweski: Ah, I see where this is going. I get it. No worries.

Lt. Gordon: It's not that you're not likeable, it’s that I—

Agent Iseweski: No, no, honestly. It's fine. Bit of a long shot anyway. I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing.

Lt. Gordon: Andrew—

<Communication ended.>

Participants: Lt. Sally Gordon, Agent Andrew Iseweski
Purpose of communication: I'm sorry

28-09-2020
11:41-11:42

Agent Iseweski: Where's the boat?

Lt. Gordon: Lieutenant Gordon of the Area-61 flagship. Please state your name and—

Agent Iseweski: The boat. Where's the goddamn boat?

<Communication ended.>