Investigation Log 202.1

Date: ██/██/████

Team: Mobile Specialized Team Uniform-1 - "Through God's Eyes"

Captain: U1-Cap (Inglo)

Members: U1-1 (Bryakov), U1-2 (Imbemwe)

Foreword: Due to the complications of cross-universal travel, Uniform-1 did not have a line of communication with Site Command during the investigation. U1-2 came equipped with an Anderson-Eckhardt Coherency Reader (AECR) and a reality signature module capable of determining the exact location of RPC-202's origin.

[BEGIN LOG]

[Uniform-1 enters into a dense, urban environment. It is very quiet, only the sound of a soft wind audible on the recording. There are no humans immediately visible, living or not. The carcasses of squirrels and other small animals are scattered across the road and sidewalk. Dozens of stationary, abandoned vehicles are in the road. Vines and other flora cover the buildings.]

[Video and audio feeds have minor irregularities caused by the high coherency level and simplification filters. Tall grass sprouting out of cracks in the concrete pavement appears to sway in the wind in an unnatural fashion, moving in disjointed clusters that do not resemble realistic wind patterns. The sky appears to flicker between a soft blue and a slightly greener hue. The team verifies that all equipment and recording devices are functional before beginning with the mission.]



U1-Cap: First things first, U1-2, we need an ACS reading and a geographic location.

[U1-2 unfolds an AECR and places it on the ground. After a moment, it releases a flash of light. U1-2 looks at its display before recompacting it.]

U1-2: The coherency level is somewhere between 5.0 and 6.0. That's as accurate as I could get. Also, this is New York City. I don't need to run a test for that. I used to live in NYC.

U1-1: This is pretty crazy. Highest coherency environment I've been in. Everything looks like… plastic? That's not even close to describing it with words but it's the best I got.

U1-Cap: Another thing. What direction is the point of origin for the Reality Signature?

U1-2: [Looking at the Reality Signature module on his suit, located at his arm] It's uh, north…ish from here. Going along this road should get us there. We've got a few blocks to go up.

[The team travels along the road for several minutes before stopping to investigate a human corpse inside of a small eatery.]

U1-Cap: U1-1, enter the building and report anything of note.

[U1-1 walks into the room. There is a single body resting on the inside of a booth. The corpse is partially decomposed. Dried blood is visible in streaks flowing from the ears, eyes and nostrils, pooling on the table.]

U1-1: There's blood dripping out of his orifices. Probably died due to the coherency rise. Other than that, nothing of note here.

U1-Cap: Lets move on.

[Uniform-1 travels for roughly 4 minutes before reaching an intersection, the approximate destination.]

U1-2: This should be about it.

U1-Cap: Strange. There's nothing here.

U1-1: Wait… I've been here before.

U1-2: What? How?

U1-1: Well not here here. I've been to this place at our home dimension. The entrance to Site-044 is right around here.

U1-Cap: Site-044? Isn't that where the 202 docs came into our universe?

U1-1: Yeah.

U1-2: It's a subterranean Site?

U1-1: It should be about a kilometer right below us. I know the facility like the back of my hand. I used to be stationed there on the ASF. That was a few years ago.

U1-Cap: It would definitely be great if you could help with navigation, but certainly there could have been some renovating since you left the ASF?

U1-1: Knowing the Authority, probably not. Fucking bureaucrats.

U1-Cap: Heh. Nice.

U1-2: So where's the entrance?

U1-1: [Pointing at a nearby office building] In there, there are stairs that go from the top to the bottom of the building. At the bottom of the stairwell, there's a keypad-locked door into Site-044. They change the code every few weeks so I wouldn't know. We'll have to bust in. There's probably no one left alive in there to stop us anyway.

[Uniform-1 travels into the office building, entering a lounge area. It is barren with no signs of life. There is no electricity throughout the building. The stairwell is visible beside an open elevator shaft. The team travels down the stairwell, reaching an unmarked metal door with a keypad. The door is slightly open, a viscous blue liquid covering the door frame, locking it in place.]

U1-2: The door… is already open?

U1-Cap: Everyone, stand back. U1-1, investigate.

[U1-1 approaches the door and examines the liquid. It seems to vibrate very slightly, osculating back and forth at a minuscule degree. It is otherwise inert.]

U1-1: Probably residue from something that left the facility. Seems harmless.

[Uniform-1 pass through the doorway into an entrance lobby. At the center is a receptionist desk with a computer and several stacks of papers. There is a single doorway on the left side of the room leading into the rest of the facility. The blue liquid is seen trailing from the entrance doorway along the wall and into an air-vent.]

[After checking the area for threats, the team investigate the reception desk. The computer does not have electricity. The papers do not have any valuable information on them.]



U1-Cap: U1-2, what direction is the Reality Signature Origin?

U1-2: It seems to be several meters below us.

U1-1: The facility has 2 floors. We'll need to travel through a hallway or two.

U1-Cap: Alright. U1-1, guide us as we go.

[The team travel through the doorway into a lengthy hallway. They travel to the end in a triangular formation, looking into each adjacent room. The majority of them are basic research labs without anything of note. Within the second to last room on the left, the body of an unidentified male researcher lay on the floor, a bullet wound in his skull. Blood and gore is splattered across the floor. A gun is visible beside his right hand.]

[Once at the end of the hallway, Uniform-1 reaches a flight of stairs. As they descend to the next floor, a noise is heard, the low rumble of an unidentifiable entity pacing back and forth, speaking to itself in a low, unintelligible murmur. As the team continue and reach the bottom of the stairs, the noise grows louder. At the bottom of the stairs is a hallway similar to the first except with thick, steel doors. There are 10 doors in total, 5 on each side of the hallway. 3 of these doors have small, glass windows. The rumbling noise seems to be originating from the room on the right side of the very end of the hallway. No other noises are audible. The unknown, blue liquid is visible dripping from a ventilation grille in the corner of the room; however, none of Uniform-1 notice.]

[Uniform-1 approaches the end of the hallway, checking each door as they travel.]

[Within the first room on the left is the corpse of a pale woman with a small infant's doll in her hands. The room is labelled "RPC-480". The first room on the right does not have a window and does not have a label.]

[As the team continue, the sound becomes more audible. It is the sound of an unknown human male walking in circles within the chamber, mumbling to himself.]

[The second room on the left contains four, large wooden crates filled with assorted bottles of vibrantly colored liquids. The room is labelled "RPC-909". The second room on the right does not have a window. The room is labelled "RPC-126".]

[Uniform-1 have approached close enough to make out some of what the person is saying.]

UNKNOWN: No… N- No. I can't it isn't right. [Unintelligible] I need to THINK. [Unintelligible]

[The third room on the left does not have a window and does not have a label. Within the third room on the right is the corpse of a male researcher who died of unclear causes. His hands are on the back of his head having pulled the hair from his scalp. At the center of the room is a large, metal box. Carrots are strewn across the floor. The room is labelled "RPC-599".]

UNKNOWN: How long has it been? I keep losing count. How many days? It must be at least 30. Less than a year. I- I- I don't [Unintelligible]. How long was that?

[The fourth room on the left does not have a window. The room does not have a label. The fourth room on the right does not have a window. The room is labelled "RPC-130".]

[Inside the last room on the left is a large, vintage slot machine with the words "Lucky Louie’s Casino Customs" printed in bright letters at the top. The machine's display shows three reels, each a bright number 7. The door to this room was left open, unlike the rest of the rooms. The room is labelled "RPC-777".]

[The right room has no window and is unlabeled. The sound is originating from this room.]

UNKNOWN: I- I- I- I Don't know. What do I even do? I just. I- I just don't. How much food do I have left? I need to check. What if it's low? Ok, it's not low. But what if it was? I need to know what would I do if it was? [Unintelligible] It will be eventually. I need to know what to do. What will I do? W- What will I do? What will I do? [Unintelligible] What will I do? That is the question. I need an answer. There's no one here to answer it. I need someone to answer it. I have to answer it. But what is the answer? I don't know. What is the answer? What is it? I don't know. I don't know the answer. I- I- I don't know. I just don't. [Unintelligible]

[U1-Cap motions to U1-2 to check the Reality Signature Module. He does, and points at the doorway, signifying that the origin is directly within the room.]

UNKNOWN: Oh shit what if I'm low on water. I need to check. I can't be low on water. Not now. Not now. Ok. I'm not low on water. I'm not. I have enough water. I have enough food. I'm not low on water.

[U1-Cap signals U1-2 and U1-1 to stand back as he carefully approaches the door, not making a sound. He puts his hand on the door handle and attempts to open the door, but a large object is blocking the door from being opened.]

UNKNOWN: HELLO? HELLO? IS SOMEONE THERE?

[U1-Cap remains silent.]

UNKNOWN: My mind's playing tricks on me again. Why does it do this? Why? Why? I'm paranoid. Garsow, shut the fuck up. You're paranoid. Listen to yourself. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK.

[The man stops talking for a brief moment.]

UNKNOWN: N- N- N- NO NO NO NO MY MIND IS NOT PLAYING TRICKS ON ME. NO I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT. HELLO? IS SOMEONE THERE? RESPOND DAMN IT! PLEASE! PLEASE…please…

[He begins to sob.]

UNKNOWN: I've been here for so long. I can't take it. Please. They have to be here. They have to have gotten my message. It's the only way.

[Several seconds of silence pass.]

U1-Cap: Hello?

UNKNOWN: What? WHAT? ARE YOU REAL OR JUST A FIGMENT OF MY MIND? WHY DOES MY MIND DO THIS. WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?

U1-Cap: I assure you, I am real. We received your message.

UKNOWN: HOLY FUCK. SHIT FUCK IT ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKED! WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT I HAVE SOMETHING. I HAVE SOMETHING FOR THIS. I HAVE A SUIT.

U1-Cap: Sir, please calm down. I need you to explain to me who you are and everything you know.

UNKNOWN: No-no-no-no-no I can't THINK. We need to LEAVE. Everything is TOO CLEAR. I CAN'T TAKE IT. I have a SUIT FOR THIS. IT WILL PROTECT ME. JUST… just take me back with you. My mind needs LOW COHERENCY. It can't FUNCTION. THE SUIT PROTECTS MY MIND.

U1-Cap: Ok just, come out of the room.

[After several minutes, the chamber door opens. The man is visible inside a suit composed of clunky metal components.]

UNKNOWN: LET'S FUCKING GO!

U1-Cap: Listen, we have protocols to follow. Hold on.

UNKNOWN: YOU'RE TOO SLOW. I'LL LEAD THE WAY.

[The man sprints out of the facility.]

U1-2: God damn it.

[Uniform-1 follows behind him. Once they reach the surface, U1-2 activates the return portal and they travel through. Upon arrival, the unidentified individual is tranquilized.]

[END LOG]

Closing Statement: The unknown individual was later identified as Dr. Garsow, a former Authority researcher from ALTR-C44X. Following the investigation, he had been kept in standard humanoid containment for several days before he began to regain mental stability. It is believed that the high coherency environment caused Dr. Garsow's hysteria. An interview with Dr. Garsow took place (See Interview Log 202.1).