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ENTRY ___70

I've had that day-dream again.

Day-mare is more likely.
A flash-mare? Not sure what to call these, really.
The transmitter towers dotting this bloody city are making my life difficult, but not as difficult as the fact that everyone expects me to work 14 hours a day.

I seem to exist entirely on microsleep.

The latest episode of microsleep was a bizarre and psychedelic combination of environments with no usual characters present who torment me with their nonsense.

Yet they did have something to do with it...
I can't remember exactly how it went but there was something about living in a fish and then being chased out of its ribs by cake-shaped spiders?
Hah, I must have been really small to fit inside of a fish.
Ridiculous, I know!

...Wait, I can sort of remember it now.

The green eyed man-child-robot was responsible for getting me into the fish somehow... aided by the purple eyed girl? Was that it?
I remember being really angry in my dream at the green eyed one, at the fish and at the whole situation. My hate for these characters within the dream even forced me to strangle my lunch, as soon as the flash of microsleep was over.
It's not a good sign when dreams start to infect my interactions within reality.

I wouldn't want to report this to my psychiatrist. If the Directorate finds out, they might delay my transfer to the Dead Zone tourism and that would be the worst. They might permanently disallow operation of heavy machinery and then there would be no way for me to get out of this place into the Zone.
Anyway, it's not like anyone will ever review these recordings. I don't think my psychiatrist is even human, the way she talks, she could probably be just a recording made for all cases like mine by the Directorate.

According to my psychiatrist though - the sleep issues and headaches should decrease as soon as I am outside the city, deep in the Zone, the ANNET broadcasting signal there just isn't strong enough.
And I will be the one in charge, so I can set my own hours!
Screw those tourists, they can learn to live under MY sleep schedule, instead of me trying to adapt to current society's insane standards and practices.
I really dislike what humanity has become. It's like everyone is a slave, addicted to the broadcasting wave.
I saw how ridiculous people react if the broadcasting signal is down. They can't talk or act.
One of the scientists wrote a whole thesis on this matter, putting test subjects outside of broadcasting range and disallowing them to use personal transmitters with satellite reception.
The test subjects didn't know what to do with themselves. Those who stored 99% of their memories within the net, had troubles recollecting who they were and what they did without the search engine to aid their minds. This experiment had of course given the scientist a ginormous grant to build more transmitter towers and satellites. Self perpetuating insanity! It's like someone up top wants people to become machines.
The longer everyone spends online, the less human and self-reliant they become.
Mark my words, someday those fools will lose their own identities within the net!


Today I had a strange encounter on the elevator.
When I got on, there was someone else inside: a trench-coat-wearing individual with a military cap and gaskmask on. I only saw their back and instantly felt the oddest sense of tingling familiarity towards this person.
"Do we know each other?" I asked.
The trenchcoat waved me off: "NOT YET" and marched out of the other side of the elevator with the doors sliding shut before I could ask anything else.


A few truly ridiculous cases came across my desk this week.
One of these cases called "PROJECT SEVEN" was written by an an egghead engineer Dr Gromov.
Dr Gromov proposed finding the luckiest human being on the planet through the use of ANNET's search engine, scanning 3 billion human memories for such an individual using something called the "total grid".
At first, Gromov's writing was excellent and consistent. The thesis was an idea that statistics run the world and that the person who can understand all statistics will understand exactly how the world functions and exactly how humans as a species can be saved from destruction. Dr Gromov looked for loopholes in statistical data, links between human interactions throughout history, anything that could be used as a tool of control, the ultimate lever if you will... that according to the doctor "balanced the universe".
The reports descended into ridiculous ramblings about:
a)Finding a super that exists outside of time
b)The grid becoming unstable and unpredictable, almost like a nervous system of a mega-mind that spanned the entire planet, users becoming neuron cells for a self-aware entity.
Endless series of tests, haphazardly conducted (thanks to Dr Gromov rushing the project) and poorly documented (thanks to the horrid bureaucracy of the Directorate) showed a complete disregard for safety of the test facility, failure to report to superiors, and inability to explain anything about what actually occurred.



I hereby report that it is unbecoming and unprofessional for a Lead Engineer, major Directorate shareholder and Administrator in control of the ANNET database, to believe in "super-heroes that walk among humans", "Search-engine-self-awareness" and other nonsense.
ANNET is just a neural interface and search database and not "a living, thinking entity", which Dr Gromov fondly calls "my girl, ANNIE" in the emails.
Subject Seven is not a "super-hero who is going to save the world from certain doom". If anything Seven is a bumbling moron who breaks everything. Yet, you keep delivering complex machinery like candy to this test subject.
Has anyone ever bothered to check Seven's IQ?

Who authorized giving a test subject the rank of "Captain" and access to the databanks including all 3rd level facilities?
Was that really necessary?

Do you people never bother to read insurance agency reports?

Do you know how many machines Seven broke already? Why is subject Seven's idiocy have to be impacted on the salary of everyone in Cube 15? I've never met subject Seven, yet somehow I keep ending up with ALL the reports about it, like it's somehow my fault that Seven is breaking everything in Cube 15. Seven is not my responsibility!

Why the hell does everyone let subject Seven carry a cup full of hot tea around electronics?

I sincerely hope that my report reaches you before my transfer to the "Dead Zone tourism industry" branch.

What is up with the papers that come through my desk about Dr Gromov's ridiculous experiments: "stopping gravity", "confusing the universe" and "bending time"?
If Doctor Gromov and his test subjects blow up Cube 15, I cannot be held responsible/accountable for it, if you do not review and respond to this report.

Charles Snippy
Clerk # 04477645

My transfer was finally approved! Such Joy.
Ironically, my only relief from my daydreams and nightmares is the Dead Zone. There are no ANNET transmitter towers in the Zone, except for the mobile transmitter in the All Terrain Vehicle, but it works like ass and the tourists whine about how they can't constantly mind-text to each other and have to resort to the "outdated" methods of "moving your lip muscles to communicate".

I even wrote them a poem:

I will show you the World.
Scorched earth, shattered splendor.
Tell me, tourists, now when did
You last let your hearts decide?

I can open your eyes
Take you wonder by wonder
From the mountains of garbage,
To the glowing green seas.

A whole new world
Where the dead cities sleep.
We shall visit them now,
On an all terrain vehicle ride.


Character art by Grimhel:
Backgrounds by Alexiuss:

11th February 2012

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5 years ago #9617308        



Poor sandwich, it doesnt deserved that.

6 years ago #9466025        



So Captain is a super hero, then.... I wonder why Snippy didn't recognize Seven when he first encountered the Captain

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7 years ago #9367943        



Snippy is actually a Deadzone tour guard.... O.O

4 years ago #9794370        



Grammar/punctuation correction: "an an egghead engineer Dr Gromov." > "an egghead engineer, Dr. Gromov."

4 years ago #9775931        



I can picture Snippy singing that song in the most dead-to-the-world voice.

4 years ago #9743049        



"Some purple eyed Girl" Did sane Snippy just tell us Captain's gender? Or is his mind just trying to reason what he saw into reality?

4 years ago #9738739        



I’m of the confusion. Who was making Snippy receive all those messages about Project Seven/Captain etc.? Was it Captain zeeself with zeer time-bending abilities and unseeable motives? Or a general mistake?

Man I’m leaving a lot of comments today. Sorry ‘bout that.

5 years ago #9661270        



Snippy will now be tormented by his coworkers for the sandwich incident

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6 years ago #9547879        



"If Doctor Gromov and his test subjects blow up Cube 15, I cannot be held responsible/accountable for it"

Ohohoho, "cube 15" Snippy you're thinking way too small. Try "the world" instead. Considering Dr Gromov was the one who gave the order to blow it all to pieces and Captain recruited Pilot to fly the plan with the bomb. Or bombs, according to that journal entry back when Captain found one of the bombs that hadn't detonated and recruited it to blow up some alien ship.


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6 years ago #9534335        



Im So Confused, Is the world of captain and pilot fake? is this world fake? is this a flashback?

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