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['77 East]

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first update in a while.

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[deathwolf]

this guy would be really upset if it rained really heavily one day and he lost all his paper

 

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TRANSCRIPT
STATION GENESIS
SEPTEMBER, TWENTY ONE.
2104 HOURS



21:04 ###:

Axe this.

The whole directory?

Yeah, starting from that folder.

Seems a bit like overkill.

Brass don't want anything loose remaining.
Drive's going through a crusher once we're done.

And the case?

Direct to the vault at Fort Meade, Langley's taken their printouts and tagged 'em Top Secret.

Whole lot of work for just fifteen pages of someone's mental breakdown.

A few pages ought to clue you in that this is just the tip of the iceberg.
Shit, what we're looking at here is a slam dunk towards solving the energy crisis.
Dark Energy. Huh.

All this hieroglyphic encoding crap is beyond me.
Wonder what the suits thought when they started testing those keepsakes?

That the delusional nobody was the sane one after all...
They're shit scared of what this all means.

All this archived data, all the scribbles, the interviews,
we're barely piercing together jack shit and...
then there's the --

I saw them test fire that thing.
Three shots straight through a tank.
Three shots!

God help us, man.
All I'm saying.

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Yeah, we're pulling the data cable now.
Wait one.

###^#&^*@*!



21:53 ###:
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