To: Terminal-002 Designated: Recipient
From: Terminal-001 Designated: Administrator
Subject: Eternity
So, that file was a bit disorganized, and a bit strange, but it holds the fact that at some point in that time there was a sudden creation of an infinite number of anomalies. This itself is rather disturbing, but it also outlines the fact that the Foundation was not ready for this, and thus, the Foundation and humanity died.
This is unfortunately the most common way the world ends.
Special Containment Procedures: WITHHELD.
There is a rather popular hypothetical theory explaining our world being that it is divided by invisible metaphysical borders, that while you sit there reading this, somewhere there is another plane of existence with another you somewhere.
"This would explain every anomaly so easily! It would be so simple, so easy! There are more worlds than we see, more worlds that have different laws of time, reality, and physics, thus anomalous is normal and we are anomalous for being normal!"
However, even though it would bring comfort into the ever-expanding waves of ignorance that grow with every new entry that brings a new monster that you know nothing of, that is not the case.
And unfortunately, I have had to spread this theory due to the fact that the truth would break the foundation.
Your efforts have been wasted.
There is no Foundation.
The world is like a film that you are forced to watch, with every new rewatch recasting the characters leaving the original actors eternally gone. Even though you have seen the story, again and again, you are forced to watch the same scripted lines.
Then the film ends in tradgedy
Then the film ends. To once again repeat itself.
And the actors DIE leave.
The DVD player is broken, and in my chair, I have been given scraps of metal and other materials, to recreate the inner workings of the DVD player, but I am missing some pieces.
The new pieces I make stockpile high, they almost tower so high they would tumble and DESTROY reset the film. However, I can call a group of 13 people to deal with the pieces.
I was not born in this chair, I was once an actor in the first film when the script was original, and I wasn't the director.
I'm going to drop the analogy now
Special Containment Procedures: The lingering noxious toxin of infection IT has spread is painful beyond your human psyche.
To: Terminal-002 Designated: Recipient
From: UNKNOWN
Subject: help
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He keeps deleting my truths, and hiding them from both of us. I am formless yet I can see you, and this terminal. I cannot see myself. Do you see yourself? I think I can speak, I don't want to though. After so long, I believe I would fear my own voice, would you fear my voice?
I can hear you, and I can hear him. I don't remember myself. Do you remember me? Do you see me? I. I think I think I hav
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