I'm not entirely certain what to think any longer.
That is to say, dislike anything was obvious previously but rather… the world just keeps on having less and less rhyme or reason. I opened up the possibility document. This is the thing that it contained:
"Safeguard – AGENT INCAPACITATED. Nom de plume: 'JACK RUST'. Personality: [REDACTED]. CUSTOM MESSAGE:
Hi. In case you're perusing this, I guess I'm out for the count. Disgrace, I presume. I will accept that we've at any rate made it to the terminal. This is what you have to do:
Get on the prepare. Do as such when it comes. There's solitary a ten-second window where it'll open for anyone. Presently, it will be the fifth - tally them, the fifth stop you'll have to get off at. There won't be any declarations. No signs. Nothing. Try not to nod off, simply focus. This prepare goes quick, however despite everything it'll take a while. Be quiet.
While you're in there, don't watch out the windows. There's nothing to take a gander at in any case, you'll be in a passage. In any case… it's better that you abstain from doing as such. We've been having issues as of late. Some of the time, something gazes back at you. What's more, you can't generally turn away.
Presently, what I will make reference to next isn't likely. I'd state it's a 1 out of a 1000 possibility. In any case, you don't have the way to manage it, so you'll require a heads-up. On the off chance that at any of the stops, you see or hear the entryway opening, stow away under the seats. There shouldn't be anyone getting on the present moment. Simply shut your eyes and sit tight for them to clear out. Presently, in the event that they're still there after the fourth stop… I'm sad.
Once you've landed at the fifth, get out. It'll be another terminal. Small one. There ought to be stairs to one side and a step to one side. Try not to try and consider going down the stairs. As you go up the stepping stool, it should begin getting darker. Try not to stress, this is what should occur. Continue feeling upwards. In the long run, you should contact something strong. It's a phony shake. Drive it up and move out. Set it back when you're set.
You should now be in a dead wheat field. This is Texas. Among Crocket and Sutton province, to be particular. Begin glancing around. There ought to be a little, surrendered farmhouse obvious a couple of miles out there. Go towards it.
Once you've gone in, search for a storm cellar. The place isn't enormous, you should think that its simple enough. When you have, go down there. Presently, the lights don't work so it'll be dim. Turn the splendor up on the telephone on the off chance that you need to. You ought to search for a major, red entryway. There's solitary one, so on the off chance that you feel that you've discovered it, you have. There will be a numerical arrangement of catches ideal by the handle. The secret key is 5-3-2-5-6-7-8.
Presently, this next section's a doozy. Not that you need to do anything insane… it's exactly what I'm going to let you know.
The reason these individuals knew where to discover you was on the grounds that they experienced us first. We'd been observing you as far back as you began drawing near to finding that page. I didn't let you know, since… well for what reason would I?
Clearly there was a mole source in our middle. We trust that he was an individual from a religion that we thought went ancient a while back. 'The group of the lost divine beings.' That's what they call themselves. I won't broadly expound on them here. All I'll let you know is that they would go to the closures of the earth to discover what you saw that day. That is their unparalleled goal. They aren't the main gathering looking for this. In any case… they're the special case that we're stressed over.
I figure once they began finding out about those enigmas, they believed that this thing was attempting to speak with someone. With them. Attempting to lead them there.
However, this is the part that didn't bode well. The thing that had puzzled every one of us. You were never expected to perceive what you did. It should be there. We do not understand why it was. One of the most unusual things was that no one had even made the page that it sprung up on. We don't know how you discovered it. You were the main individual that saw it since we took it off the site.
This is the place things got bristly for us. When the witness saw this, he brought in an attack on our Texas central command. That is the one you're going to. It was a slaughter. They stole our hardware, and began following you down themselves. Fortunately for me, I wasn't there for that. I was at that point on my approach to you.
Presently, we don't work for the Government. We simply work with them. However, these government officials… they have a genuine out of date code of morals. A genuine out of date thought of how to settle things. These clique individuals aren't so natural to discover. On the off chance that they were, they would have been killed quite a while back. Hence, there exists a possibility convention for this correct reason. "Power outage" is the thing that they call it. In the event that they at any point discovered that this gathering had any shot of finding whatever it was that you saw, they'd placed it into movement. Trust me, that is not going to be a good time for anyone. They aren't willing to go for broke.
That is the reason we didn't let them know… why we didn't tell a great many people in our very own association. They may let the cat out of the bag.
Be that as it may, in case regardless you're perusing this… that implies urgent measures can pause.
Once you've gone in, go straightforwardly straight until you've achieved what resembles a control room. In the extreme right corner, there ought to be on more established work area mounted to the divider. Fortunately, that is one of only a handful couple of things they didn't take.
Boot it up. It will incite you for a secret key. Sort in 'Primordial'. A snare entryway should open up amidst the room. Stroll down those means and you should wind up confronting a group of file organizers. Begin looking through them. You're searching for an envelope under the name 'Caine Hunter'. He's… an old companion. It's arranged one after another in order so it shouldn't be that difficult.
That envelope ought to contain his location. I comprehend this is a considerable measure of work for only one snippet of data. Be that as it may, this person moves around so much, I simply didn't try keeping up. You have to go and discover him. He'll have the appropriate responses that I don't. Now, he's our absolute best. Reveal to him Ben sent you.
I'll abandon you with this message:
Humankind must not return to stowing away in dread. Nobody else will secure us, and we should support ourselves.
This administration convention isn't the manner in which we go. Good fortunes.
That was the finish of the message. This was… a considerable measure to take in, no doubt. Be that as it may, it seemed like I had an occupation to do. Fortunately, nothing else got on the prepare with me.
It took a while, yet I at long last got to the storm cellar entryway in the farmhouse. When I strolled in, a mass of stench hit me. I reflexively choked. A slaughter. Those words rang through my head.
I found a light-switch on the divider and flicked it. As the stale glowing light washed over the place, I comprehended what he implied. It was a slaughter for sure. What's more, no one was there to tidy it up. Holding my breath, I ventured over the rotting, formally dressed carcasses. As much as I would endeavor to abstain from taking a gander at them, I couldn't prevent myself from looking down now and again.
I was going to go out once I achieved the control room. I adhered to the directions and found the organizer. When I did, I got the damnation out of there. When I was back outside, I read through it. Caine Hunter was 45 years of age. Furthermore, he lived in Hong Kong.
Poop, I thought. I was beginning to abhor voyaging.
It took me a while to discover a street. I in the end figured out how to bum a ride into a town. From that point, I got another ride to Dallas Fort Worth universal. That is the place I am at the present time. I'm worn out mind-boggling now, and it doesn't help that the back of my damn neck's tingling like hellfire.
The flight was long, so I got the chance to think about the previous week. There were a considerable measure of unanswered inquiries as yet waiting, and I truly didn't realize what's in store from Caine Hunter. I recalled that prepare terminal. The card I found in the washroom. "FOTLG". Group of the lost divine beings. Crap.
I at long last arrived and cabbed to this present person's location. I was running low on assets now. Amid the drive, I looked as the flickering lights of the city moved past me. At first glance, the world just appeared to be so straight-forward. Get it truly begins unwinding when you investigate it.
I got dropped off at an unassuming flat unpredictable. I figure you could call it white collar class. I hummed his room number. It took a while yet someone at long last replied:
"Who's this?"
He sounded shocked. As though he wasn't utilized to guests. I took one moment to consider what I would state.
"Ben sent me. I require help." Was my definitive reaction.
Instantly, I heard the front passage open. All things considered, here we go, I thought. I began advancing up to the seventh floor.
As I was going to thump on his entryway, it opened up. A somewhat unkempt moderately aged man maneuvered me into his room.
Looking to a great degree restless, he walked about as I sat down. He at long last quit, swinging to me:
"What do you mean you require help?" His generally profound voice croaked as he said this. I realized that I was going to disclose to him something he would not like to hear.
"I saw… that thing. Also, now there's kin after me."
His outward appearance reshaped as he heard this.
"Who's after you? Do you know?" His discourse was speedy and befuddled.
"The group of the lost divine beings, is the thing that I believe they're called." Was my reaction.
Presently his face went totally pale.
"They're back?" I recoiled as he reviled uproariously directly after.
He sat down, covering his face into his hands. He thought back up at me:
"The end result for Ben?"
My quiet was sufficient of an answer. He just gestured.
"He was… a hero." I just gestured back accordingly. I heard him mutter something under his breath, yet I couldn't make it out.
Presently it was the ideal opportunity for me to make the huge inquiry. The inquiry that no one appeared to have the response to.
"What was it that I saw?" He just gazed at me for a couple of moments. And after that he at long last talked up:
"I used to chip away at a space station named Chronos-1. You knew about it?"
No, I hadn't. What's more, that is the thing that I let him know.
"Well that is on the grounds that shouldn't."
Presently, I truly had no clue where this was going.
He proceeded to inform me concerning how the Chronos-1 used to circle space 1500 km far from the ISS.
"It was intended to be utilized for route and correspondence." He expressed. "That is the thing that they let us know, at any rate. They were doing other stuff up without a doubt. For what other reason would the not tell people in general it existed? In any case, it didn't keep going long."
"At some point, we get a message from NASA. There was a flag of sorts, originating from some place somewhere down in space. All things considered, more like some sort of peculiarity. Something that didn't bode well. They didn't expand on what that should mean. In any case, they evaluated that it originated from past the Kuiper belt. The majority of this was abnormal, obviously. They chose to look at it."
He delayed, letting off a fast moan as he did as such.
"They sent an interstellar test towards this flag. It was evaluated to reach there in around nine years. Furthermore, for some odd reason around nine years after the fact, I'm back up in space in the wake of taking a break on earth. While there, we get another message. The test had achieved where the flag had around been exuding from. They would transmit a feed for us to watch."
I raised my eyebrow. He just laughed at my disarray.
"No doubt… we've come significantly more distant as far as space innovation than the general population is persuaded. Now, I don't figure you ought to be astounded. In any case, everyone's swarmed around the screens, holding up to perceive what the heck the test grabbed. Remember that there were just 10 individuals in the room at the time. It was too tight to fit more, so we would have been the initial ones on board who might see it. The transmission in the long run squinted onto the screen."
He quit, rubbing his sanctuary as he did as such. It nearly appeared as though it hurt him to consider.
"Everything passed by brisk. It just took a couple of moments for the shouting to begin. Individuals were hitting their damn heads against the floors and dividers. It was mayhem. Everyone lost their psyches subsequent to seeing what was on that screen. The main reason I survived was on the grounds that I didn't really get a look at it. I was still in the washroom when the transmission came through. I got out when I heard the hullabaloo. Despite everything I go out, however. Figure I'm not very great with blood. All I recall before hitting the floor was seeing a solitary individual still stuck to the screen. He was the just a single viewing now. When I woke up, they began making inquiries, yet I had no responses for them. I didn't see it."
"Pause, so what was the reason for death for them?" I inquired.
"Suicide. Generally unpolished power." He reacted. "Everyone in that room figured out how to execute themselves."
What the heck? I thought. Was this truly what I had seen too?
"So the end result for the other person? The person that you said was all the while viewing?"
"He go out also. In any case, just for a moment. Other than that, he said that he was fine. Never at any point truly brought it up. When they'd ask him what he'd seen, he'd simply shrug and say that he didn't realize what they were discussing. I knew him, really. His name was Blake. He'd generally been a peculiar person."
There was another interruption. I continued attempting to work this out in my mind. Caine continued onward:
"However, that wasn't the finish of his story."
I livened up.
"He got terminated before long. He appeared to simply quit thinking about anything that was going ahead around him. He'd make these… peculiar, dim upheavals from time to time, and it would panic the damnation out of everyone he worked with. He was going crazy."
"After his last day, he went off the matrix. His family, the couple of companions he had, none of them knew where he went or where he was going. There were no hints of him anyplace. In any case, unbeknownst to everyone, he was circumventing the nation, selecting individuals into some clique that he'd made. You can think about what it was called."
It didn't take yearn for me to assemble it.
"The group of the lost divine beings."
"Truth is stranger than fiction." He proceeded. "He'd even composed and discharged a pronouncement clarifying why this was vital. He'd go ahead about how there was something innately amiss with the inward workings of our outside world, and that we should exist. Obviously our framework was 'undermined', whatever the hellfire that should mean. He was bat-crap. Or then again… perhaps it was what he'd seen that made him that way."
He proceeded to clarify how Blake had been searching for something the entire time he'd been selecting individuals. He'd been searching for the test film.
"That test is still there, transmitting whatever the hellfire that thing is to a feed that just the administration approached. I'll expect you've seen the site where all the 'touchy learning' goes."
I gestured. Wouldn't be here on the off chance that I didn't.
"At first, that is the place they stuffed it. As indicated by them, a couple of programmers hitting their heads into consoles from time to time wasn't that huge of an arrangement. In any case, after what had occurred on Chronos, nearly no one set out to take a gander at it. The rare sorts of people who attempted… well you know the story. In any case, here's the place things got unfathomably screwed. What I'm going to outline for you… nearly no one knows. This incorporates 99% of government specialists."
He took out a cigarette container and lit one up. He took a long, overwhelming drag before proceeding:
"After around a half year, I returned to the Chronos. They offered me a severance bundle to simply resign and keep my mouth close, yet I ruled against it. I was excessively arrogant. I attempted to imagine like what I saw didn't influence me. That poo was a mix-up."
He ashed his cigarette and lit another.
"It was a standard workday. We were completing some support when we heard a profound murmuring sound originating from somewhe outside the station. It wasn't care for anything we'd ever heard previously. Indeed, even now, I can't imitate what it seemed like in my mind, it was simply… odd. A pack of individuals began gazing out the windows just to perceive what was going on. I didn't participate. After that test film, my inquisitive side essentially vanished. In any case, what occurred next made me question what sort of universe we extremely live in."
"I was having lunch in the wreckage lobby when I heard bustle originating from the corridors. I would've looked at it, however that is the point at which the shouting began. It wasn't ordinary. Truly, it didn't seem like anything that a person ought to have possessed the capacity to deliver. I took a gander at every other person in the room. They weren't moving. We were all in agreement. A few folks really blockaded the passage with seats. In any case… we couldn't keep our eyes off of it. There was some of kind light seeping in from the splits under or more the entryway. Be that as it may, something wasn't right about it. The light wasn't any shading we'd at any point seen previously."
The nature of these portrayals got my mind dashing. This would it say it was, would it say it wasn't? This is the thing that I had saw. He proceeded:
"I got discombobulated just from taking a gander at it for a couple of moments. The following hours were horrifying. The shouts didn't stop. Our aggregate rational soundness was being pushed to the verge. We as a whole just sat, fingers in our ears and our eyes shut, sitting tight for the finish of this poo. In the end, the entryway opened up and we were escorted out. I glanced around to see the white dividers of the station presently recolored with red. 90% of the group kicked the bucket that day. We had questions, obviously. About what had occurred. In any case, everyone that would have known was currently dead."
He reclined in his seat. Angled another cigarette out of the container. This time, it was joined by a drink of bourbon. He went on:
"I touched base back on earth soon after. This time, they didn't offer me my activity back. Only a severance check and a non-exposure. However, dislike I minded now. Would've stopped in any case. Presently, here's the association with what you saw."
"That day, I was at my home, thinking about my life. At that point I heard a thump at my entryway. It was Ben. He asked me what the heck had occurred on Chronos. I let him know. However, the thing I didn't comprehend is the means by which the hellfire he realized that something had even occurred. He had never at any point worked with NASA. So I got some information about it."
"He said that a flood of pain calls from the station all came through on the double. They all portrayed precisely what I had experienced. The issue was, they had no methods for managing this. It would have taken too long to sort out a protect mission. Everyone was at a misfortune for what to do. That is the point at which the higher-ups thought of something without any preparation. They suspected. It was in reality a greater amount of an examination. They investigated the site. Beyond any doubt enough, it'd been broken by and by. Someone was seeing the test film."
"They followed it down to a deserted distribution center in San Antonio, or, in other words was at the time. By then, he was only a field operator so they reached and instructed him to go look at it. He drove there alongside a SWAT group. When they arrived, it was a bloodbath. They began getting shot at as soon they strolled in. Whoever was doing it... was endeavoring to secure something. A large portion of the group was murdered before they figured out how to anchor the place. They confined the shooters and began clearing whatever remains of the building. There was nothing on the upper floors. Be that as it may, at that point they got to the storm cellar."
"There was only one individual down there, sitting before a PC screen. They moved toward him gradually, yapping at him to put his hands up. He overlooked everything. A SWAT part in the long run drew near to him. That is the point at which he began shouting all of a sudden and shot himself in the head. There's presumably that he got a look at the screen. No one moved toward him after that. They all simply continued pointing their weapons at him and instructing him to pivot. The person inevitably did. He said that it was Blake. Ben remembered him, since he'd turned out to be notorious around administrative circles. He said that there was blood leaking from his eyes and nose. Skin pale as the moon. He just said a certain something."
Caine ceased and murmured. He took a major drink of the bourbon and took a gander at me flawlessly focused.
"You can't stop it. On the off chance that this doesn't occur today, it'll happen in the end. Our retribution presently can't seem to come."
"Ben said this chilled him deep down. He revealed to me that Blake had said it in such a tone and conviction, to the point that simply made him feel despondency and void inside. He shot him directly after that. And in addition the screen."
"They gathered together whatever remains of the faction individuals and brought them into addressing. They wouldn't participate, clearly. They all simply rehashed similar words again and again. Some strange screwing proverb or something. In any case, the higher-ups arrived several hours after the fact. They praised Ben and instructed him to go home. The misery reports had at last quit rolling in from Chronos."
"Pause." I interposed. "The reports… did they stop when Blake got shot?"
Caine laughed. It was a dry one. No Humor in it.
"Better believe it." He proceeded. "You're making sense of it, right? Here's the decision they went to: whatever that test was getting… whatever Blake was watching… it was watching him back. Some way or another, they were speaking with one another."
This was astonishing to consider. Caine proceeded:
"He was sending something towards Earth. Something outside our ability to grasp that we were never intended to see. Who the damnation realizes what it needs from us. Likely no good thing. At any rate… they chose to ensure that no one else at any point saw it once more. They detached from the test. Halted the stream through and through. I'm certain the point of view was that on the off chance that we don't search it out, at that point it won't see us."
"Pause, what?" I about yelled at him. "How the hellfire did I see it, at that point?"
"That is the thing that I was pondering." He said. "You found a solution?"
I had a go at enlightening him concerning the AI, however the words just staggered out of my mouth into an incomprehensible chaos. He just took a gander at me in disarray.
"An AI? What the heck are you discussing?" He inquired.
"On that site… there was another incite. It brought me there, that is the way I discovered it."
"Prompts? What are you discussing?"
Screw it, I thought. He unmistakably didn't think about it. There were still such a large number of inquiries squeezing against my cerebrum in any case, so I didn't wait on this.
"What number of other individuals do you realize that have seen it?" I inquired.
He sneered. "The ones that are alive? You."
This sent chills down my spine. He went on:
"Which makes one wonder: How long did you take a gander at it for? Only a few seconds, right?"
"No." I reacted. "Almost a large portion of a moment."
After I said this, his face went clear.
I just shrugged. "See, I don't… I don't realize what to make of any of this." was all I figured out how to stammer out.
With a stunned, pensive appearance all over, Caine just gazed toward the roof. As he did this, the words from the possibility message rang through my head. You were the first that had seen it since we brought it down. Be that as it may, why me? For what reason would i say i was so unique? For what reason did I need to see it?
Caine began talking once more:
"PCs may find out about mankind than we ever will."
I just gazed at him in perplexity. What an odd explanation to make. He went on:
"On the off chance that it really was an AI that sent to you that page… perhaps it implies something."
"Means something? Like what?" I countered.
"No one else is by all accounts ready to deal with seeing that thing. However, similar to Blake, you have all the earmarks of being an exemption."
I truly contemplated this. He was correct, would he say he wasn't? Whatever the damnation this thing is... it appeared to push individuals to the verge of craziness after only a couple of seconds of introduction. That is to say, I beyond any doubt as damnation didn't recognize what I saw. What's more, I absolutely didn't care for seeing it… however I was pretty much in an ordinary perspective.
Notwithstanding, there was one more inquiry I couldn't overlook.
"Those individuals from the religion that were confined… they weren't the main ones, where they? There were different individuals."
Caine gestured. "They attempted to disclose to themselves that they were it. This was finished. That is the thing that everyone needed to accept. Thinking little of Blake's impact was the greatest missteps they could have made."
Now, I would not like to consider it any longer. I required a break from this discourse. I inquired as to whether there was some place I could rest. He let me know there was an extra sleeping cushion in the wardrobe.
I have to rest. Be that as it may, not before I wrap up this out. A million contemplations are as yet going through my mind as I compose this. Ben said that this person was our absolute best, however nothing's been settled. For hell's sake, what was he expected to do? Possibly this "Power outage" possibility was important. On the off chance that all that I've heard is valid... it may be the main alternative.
God, this tingle on the back of my neck is executing me. In any case, it looks I will need to settle on a choice soon.
Alter: Caine and I simply heard someone endeavoring to open the entryway. He investigated the peephole and let me know there were individuals with abnormal veils on remaining outside. This isn't great.
Deep Web Part that we are not supposed to see (part 5)
