Recording started. Supervisory Deputy US Marshall
Bass Marlowe. Today is, Well, the exact date
is kind of complicated, but for now let's just call it April
13th, 2023. Current time is O 200 hours.
We've been on station for half a day now and have three more
remaining. I realized last night.
Before sacking out that I left my digital handheld recorder in
the naughty being as tired as I was and despite it's my go to
for work updates, I have no sense in heading all the way
down back when the body Cam will suffice.
Wow, I feel really good. Not sure what it is about these
particular bursts but just like last year I slept like a log and
I feel incredible. I don't normally get 6 hours
back in the months and then if not for the alarm I'd set, I'd
be willing to bet I'd slept in for two or three more hours
after the Atlas team came back in.
From talking with Jovak, Kylie experienced a glitch in her
computing systems. I guess Jocelyn, being the ever
loving psycho I've known for 10 years, went all military and
declared it was an intruder. Last thing I wanted was
everybody to get worked up in an environment like this,
especially after the ice spiders from last year.
I tried to convey to her and others just how unlikely the
potential of an intruder was. How?
The closest station is us at a Munson, and that's 200 miles
away. Nobody is going to suddenly come
upon the station and break in in the middle of darkness, in -8°
temperatures and wind gusts at 20 mph at a station that
randomly moves location and is only accessible 4 1/2 days a
year. Oh, and sitting on a continent 1
1/2 times the size of the United States, but less than one 1000
people on it presently. Simply not possible.
Jocelyn being Jocelyn got all defensive and had to take
control. Despite Kylie only showing
malfunctions on 6 doors total since they reappeared and all
six of those being non secured areas.
She had Emory locked down everything sensitive.
The more logic we tried to use to persuade, the more agitated
she became. We were finally able to convince
her. Searching the entire station
would take way too long given the limited number of people
here and even more limited time time we had to spend towards
protecting the station. The compromise was to secure one
single floor in the north tower. We all slept in the last night,
given a long drive just to get here, and with everybody
starting on at 4:00 AM that day, nobody was in any shape for a
long search, let alone a fight if somebody was discovered
possible as it is, the floor with our bursts had one primary
doorway in and two emergency staircases in the rear that led
down to the ground and outside. We swept all the bursts on the
floor of the storage rooms, the restrooms and lounge, and as I
knew it would be, nobody else was here.
We barricaded the emergency stair doors from opening and
stationed two people at the only remaining entrance in 4/2 hour
shifts, so everybody gets six hours rest.
It's as secure as we can make it for the moment.
Hopefully Jocelyn got some sleep herself and will be less tense
and more level headed. I have enough on my plate
without having to keep an eye on her.
After we get some breakfast, the doctors are going to start
implementing their modification to the gear they brought with
them. Not sure the full extent of
their techno Babble, but Emery said he'll make sure Kylie
monitors them and guards against shenanigans.
Mr. Waters, Emery, it's great to see him after all this time.
Just great. But in doing so, it stirred up
some emotions and guilt that I really thought I'd fully come to
terms with. I knew it was the right decision
to bring Mr. Todd with me. I'm.
I mean, after all, I doubt I would have been able to stop
him. But learning that we can't take
him back with this that. That he's more or less a
prisoner of this complex is something, well, it's something
I'm still digesting. He still has knowledge that he
is not willing to share with me. Knowledge apparently not only
about myself, Doctor Wainwright and a few others on station, but
the whole station. He is overly worried about this
time travel. Don't change the future sci-fi
nonsense. And as mad as I'd like to get,
the man is a hero and that's not a word I use lately.
I'm hoping we can have a conversation or two in the next
few days and hopefully get him to see Wisdom.
That said, I can't help smiling ear to ear seeing him and Chris
back together. They retired to their birth last
night. Discussing Jabber Jaw or Speed
Buggy, which was more useful? Oddly cheery.
Finally, there is the Atlas crew.
There seems to be an an easy alliance taking place.
Whatever their original motivations were for being at
this station, I'm sure are still in the forefront of their minds.
After all, this is their cheese at the end of the maze, their
trophy, their Holy Grail. More disciplined people than
them have been tempted by far less.
For the moment at least, the priority seems to be ensuring
the station is made stable and stop suffering damage as it goes
back and forth. So just to summarize what I have
before me. A station that will disappear in
the ether and take us with it for another year in three days.
A man who holds knowledge that could save countless people,
including my best friend and woman I love, but won't give it
up. A sadistic and unstable
government assassin in charge of an egomaniacal team bent on
obtaining and exploiting future technology for economic and
geopolitical gain. And it's what I've come to call
a standard Thursday around here. Supervisor WS Marshall, Bass
Marlow case update paused. Recording stopped.
And #24 is now uploaded, system code is holding, shell scripts
are in place. Just 17 more to go.
Come on, come on already. Why is this taking forever and a
day to have ready? This isn't a tune up on the
family automobile agent Fowler. He's the most sophisticated
signal beacons made today. We are having to modify in less
than ideal conditions and for purposes never tested one does
not simply flip the protect the future station switch to on
position on these apparatus. Oh whatever, just shut your garb
and work faster. The sooner we get back to the
main station, the sooner I can track down that intruder.
Working as quickly as possible and doing the best we can.
Well then, do the best of someone better.
Physical Electrical Connect is in place and ready for the
Beatnik Dr. to complete installation.
What was Doctor Joe? Beck's impression of the coding
and magnetic wave refraction estimates he reviewed the
general theory provided a few modifications which made sense.
The AI simulation tested them out and actually improved
refraction by almost 8%. More than significant to block
any adverse shearing damage from the gravimetric shear
experienced inside the bulk. What bulk of what?
What do you want about? As we explained previously
agent, our universe is like a floating sheet or surface.
The bulk is the biggest space that sits around that sheet.
Like air around a piece of paper.
This station is travelling from one sheet to another sheet.
Through the bulk upload 24 complete, now uploading 25.
Too long, too long. Oi Gemma Doba, what's your
progress? Well, we finished deploying the
beacon one hour ago and we just got to the South tower area and
we're setting up the last of the four units.
Finally, halfway acceptable news for once.
You have no idea just how much I want to thank you, Gemma.
OK, just doing what we said we were going to do, but you're
welcome. ETA for the last beacon, another
two hours. Any sign of the intruder?
I thought we landed on an intruder.
Wasn't possible out this far. We did.
Just contact me when you're finished.
Must you continue pacing back and forth?
Perhaps sitting still may reduce your impatience and agitation.
It doesn't make sense and none of it.
What's not making sense, Agent? I've made a career of getting in
and out of places I'm not supposed to be.
Buildings, towers, corporations, military bases.
It's never routine. There's always purpose, always
direction, mission, objective. 25 uploaded was faster than
anticipated, now starting 26 Jaime, would you Doctor
Wainwright? Every infiltration there's a
planned preset objectives. The location is staked out and
observed, Perimeter security assessed, vulnerabilities
identified. No, no, no, no, no.
That's if you have a proper team composition leader, techie,
infiltrators, and a combat specialist. 26 uploading
halfway. The patches are holding Agent
Fowler. I understand in your vocation
paranoia and strategic planning are commonplace, but this
behaviour is approaching the need for concern.
And then you have to think about concern Wainwright, when you
have need to be worried. I mean seriously worried.
There will be no mistaking it, but but this isn't an
infiltration unit. This is a lone actor, a single
asset, which means the target is simple and solo.
So happy I could impress upon your aptitude for rational
thinking. I want to get another look at
that physics lab on Level 3 of the station.
Fairly sure I could jot down some notes from the textbooks on
legal pads we brought with this. They'll be able to leave the
null bubble without disappearing.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that even 40 years from now, we
still aren't all digital society and textbooks and binders are
still around. So then what's their objective?
Nobody's been attacked as of yet.
Nothing nicked other than a bag of sweets, crisps and whatever
keen and keeps in that bag that makes him smell the way he does.
It makes zero sense. What are they after?
Perhaps focusing on some other task at hand will help you deal
with your conundrum. Do you still have the virus
related to transmits? What?
The phone with the virus is in my bag here.
All I have to do is turn it on and hit send when the time
comes. Just focus on your task at hand,
Wainwright. Stop multitasking.
This is why I don't make attempts to be social that.
Program will slowly ensure we get access for event 5.
Yes, yes, the brain boys in the lab all but insured it.
The actor is out there bidding time.
I need to be out there hunting them, not here babysitting.
Now chop chop. Let's speed this up lads.
Recording has concluded. Oi Gemma Dobber, what's your
progress? This is the fourth time in 20
minutes. What is going on with her?
We finished deploying Beacon One an hour ago.
We just got to the South Tower area and are setting up the last
of the four units. Finally halfway acceptable news
for once. Oh, you have no idea just how
much I want to thank you, Gemma. Whoa, did she just say she
wanted to spank you? Well, you just got a lot more
interesting. Knock the Reds.
Good for you. Knock it off, Emery.
That's OK. Just doing what we said we were
going to do, but you're welcome. ETA for the last beacon, another
two hours. Any sign of the intruder?
And I thought we landed on an intruder was impossible out this
far. Nobody's after you look charms.
Just contact me when you're finished.
OK, so like is it just me or is she having like a really bad
sativa reaction? No, it's not just you.
Ever since we've arrived, she's been really on edge.
Well, that and I'm pretty sure she made a pass at me last
night. That explains the spanking.
There, an unsuccessful pass. Thank you, Emery.
From what I've observed, she's, well, extremely aggressive.
I guess the Deputy Marshall's unexpected appearance really got
her warmed up. We were setting up toppers
weather gear and saw tracks and followed them honest, that's
what happened. It's OK Patrick, unlike the
others, I don't really care that you're here, so please relax.
I'm here to do my job and get another peek at everything
around here. Beyond that, it's all politics
and maneuvering, which I don't care for and don't want to be a
part of. OK, Right.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, all that's very
exciting and well, but tell me more about what's going on back
at the station. Did you know that Fred is in a
relationship with Doctor Timms now?
Catherine, Tim. Oh no, No, I did not.
There's a rough connection. I would have never guessed it.
Oh, I hope for Danielle Steele's sake, it's a long, happy
relationship. I don't get that reference, but
what about Sneak? Chris told me last night he was
promoted to station leader and Doc Wainwright is out.
How's that going? It was rough on the chief at
first, lots to get used to with like 0 help from Doc Wainwright
and like helping him in the job but a guy stepped up and he is
killing it. Really surprised they didn't
offer it to Thomas. You know what, I bet Sikh's an
even better captain than Picard. Father, these stations are not
starships. We've talked about this.
You guys hear that? Now you're getting just as jumpy
as Jocelyn. Take breather.
Kylie, is there anyone in this area other than the three of us?
No, father. See, nothing to worry about.
Well, I mean except for the multi reality moving station
untethered in time and space, which does shift out of access
for a year at a time. OK, we're ready to start up.
Oh, by the way, who on Antarctica has talent last year?
Keenan did actually. He did beatboxing to Ave.
Maria. It was.
Beautiful. Who did he meet out?
Some DeWalt who did armpit noises to Valencia and Landry
who played spoons to an old Cajun song, Nikola Tesla.
Didn't take long for them to start arguing about stuff again.
Surprise, it's not cartoons though.
That was always on brand for those two.
Keenan, slow down and chew your food.
Son, I have to get a word in every conversation.
Keep eating that quickly and you're going to choke.
You know, I for one never really minded the sci-fi band dude
debates in the galley. Some were actually really fun to
listen to, although some people however did not really seem to
appreciate them. You mean like Doctor Wainwright?
That's not surprising. No, I think he means like others
on the station who would listen and felt they were cliche or
stereotypical or I don't know, maybe just too formulaic for
people like them. People like them you don't mean.
Nerds. Oh, OK then.
Yeah, I suppose their debates may not be everybody's cup of
tea. I'll admit that upon occasion
they did hit a nerve with me. I didn't warm up all at once.
DARPA, Are you kidding me? Dude, I'm just so stoked to see
those two back together, you know?
Like don't leave vibing and going off on some deep convo
that probably only makes sense to the two of them, but hey,
that's their thing man. Keenan agrees.
Here, here you don't need to eat like a swarm of locusts, Keenan
Regular people bites. Coming up on 36 hours remain
before the station travels again.
I don't want to jinx anything, but it seems like this may go
smoothly. Oh, I hope so.
I know Doctor Wainwright is going to want us to do some
stuff we are supposed to do, but Emery promised to take me over
to the accelerator chamber so I can perform my dissection on the
spiders. Oh I wish I could add 1 to my
scrapbook. Doctor, you have a dissection
scrapbook. Most entomologists do.
Oh OK, I learned something new today.
Well, I don't know about you guys, but I want to go exploring
the station some more. You know, find some hoverboards
and dehydrated pizza snacks, see what else the future holds.
Maybe place them in the barn? Oh come on, Fortress of
Solitude, it's right on the nose.
I tried and find the last Son of Krypton I tried.
Well, I hate to get in the way of whatever they're debating
over there, but I do need to finish a conversation with Emory
doctors, if you'll please excuse me.
Of course, Deputy Oh. Good.
My dad, dude. Keenan, just give me the old
high sign if you mean to come back and do the Heimlich on you
after that metabolism son, you'll miss it after your late
30s. And so there are two different
factions after the journal. Madeleine Dante is a Beauregard
Lowing and Avery Maddox of DARPA.
Both want the Journal for their own glory, financial greed, and
for the honor of their houses in Westeros.
You know, I've forgotten how much I really loved your woven
stories, Chris. Lord of the Lord.
I apologize to interrupting, gentlemen.
Emery. I was hoping to finish that
conversation we started yesterday.
Oh, about knowledge from the future.
Yeah, good luck trying to pick that locked up, Marsh.
I'm his boyfriend and he won't even tell me about what comes
next for Star Wars live action. Shows trust me Chrissy, it's
forbidden knowledge and honestly sometimes there is some bliss
and ignorance with thine eyes of the help.
So much worse than jar jar. You saw there would never be
anything worse than oh just help her to mingle with the others.
Well you 2 chat don't forget still have a full creative
strawberry pop tarts with your name on it.
Oh. Emery, I wanted to talk about
what happens to us, what happens on June 12th, 2024.
Pass. You have to understand, it's not
that I don't want to tell you exactly what happens, it's it's
that I don't know what the consequences would be if you use
that knowledge to change the timeline.
Look, Emery, I'll be the first to admit that when it comes to
alternate realities, time travel to this future affects the past,
affects the whatever. I am nowhere near as educated as
you, Chris and the beakers. But remember when we first got
here last year? Kind of hard to forget.
OK remember Kylie all confused because I was reported dead at a
Munson Scott, myself and Doctor Wainwright but later she
confirmed it was only 6 people, not the entire station.
And again, that does get etched into the old brain there mass,
but as of a few months ago, everybody gets killed.
And that's exactly my point, Emery.
The timeline already changed the moment we got here.
Things are already different. The past wasn't set in stone
then, and it's sure as hell not set in stone now.
If time were really set in stone then why are we even having this
conversation? If everything was already
decided, you wouldn't be hesitating.
You'd already know what you were going to do.
But you don't. You're fighting yourself over
it. That means there's still a
choice to be made. No mass, that means the choice
has already gone wrong before you.
You don't get it. In the original timeline, 6
people died, including you. But because someone used future
knowledge, that number jumped to everyone.
So how do I know that telling you anything right now won't
make things even worse? Because doing nothing already
made it worse. Silence didn't save anyone,
Emory. It killed the whole damn
station. Maybe the problem wasn't that
someone used future knowledge. Maybe the problem was how they
used it. Maybe they panicked, maybe they
overcorrected. But that doesn't mean we have to
make the same mistakes. Bass, you don't know that.
And. Neither do you.
You may know what happens, but you don't know why it happened.
You want to talk about paradoxes?
Here's one for you. If the future is already locked,
we wouldn't be standing here right now.
You wouldn't be debating this with me.
But here we are. So that means this timeline
isn't set. That means there's still a way
to do this, right? The only thing I know for sure
is that if we just sit here and do nothing, we already know how
that ends. And I don't plan on watching
that ever happening again. You.
Know for somebody not versed in time travel theory, you seem to
know an awful lot about Newcomb's Paradox.
One could almost say you are coached.
All right, maybe Mr. Todd gave me a few pointers, points I
could consider. When did Chris get to be so
confident? I used to have to give him a pep
talk just to submit his 1040 form each year.
After he thought, well, we all thought you had died.
He took it the worst, really hard.
He was hurting for a long time. Memory.
It took all of us a while to get him to even come out of the IT
room, even longer before you participate in anything.
But little by little, he managed to stand up again.
Actually, he kind of helped save the station.
Halen jumping. It's a long story.
If we do this, if we do this, if we do this, we do this.
My way, my rules were no deal. OK, what are you proposing?
Anything I have to tell you is only for you.
You don't tell Chris or Zeke or Kendra.
Your priest, your doctor. Nobody.
All right? No.
All right. Is not good enough.
I want your word. I know your word is something
you never break. You would rather die than break
it. If we do this, if we do this, I
need your word that you tell nobody.
Emery, I'm honored you'd accept that.
And I give you my word, whatever you're about to tell me will
never be told to anybody else unless you tell me.
I. Can turn off your body Cam
recording stopped. All are set up in the precise
location that AI provided. The final sequence was uploaded
just now in the Northern Science Building, and we're ready to
activate all the units for an actual test run.
So as long as there isn't anything critical in the
external huts outside of the protection area which can't be
lost, I think we're all set. Well then, by all means, let's
crack on, shall we? At the risk of being pummeled by
Agent Fowler, I'll dispense any speech and just ask to proceed
with the test. All right, here we go.
Powering all units slowly starting at 20% Max.
All four beacons are communicating with one another.
Electromagnetic waves are properly fluctuating, bringing
it up to 40%. Max.
Oh wait, what is it? What's happening?
That is not a happy noise. Oh yeah, units 1-2 and four
holding firm. Everything looks good with them.
Three, on the other hand, just suffered a power failure.
Kylie, can you please diagnose? OK, looks like Unit 3's power
coupling detached. The sudden interruption of
electricity has caused a corruption in the beacons
operating system firmware. The BIOS UEFI settings have
reverted to default. Minor repairs will be required.
We will need to reflash the firmware and restore previous
configurations. Bloody hell.
No, no, no, this is, this is good.
All things considered, this could have been a lot worse.
I'm more than happy to head over to the South Tower and reset
Unit 3 Patrick. Go with him as our resident
electrician to make sure nothing's wrong with the power
feeds to the beacon. Refresh of the computer systems
on that beacon should take no longer than 20 minutes.
I would tend to concur with Doctor Delham.
This minor annoyance could have been a much larger calamity.
Wait, Unit 3 is one of the beacons we deployed Emory,
Patrick and I, it's also where we Kylie, yes.
Still not used to holograms just appearing in front of us.
Weird. In the time we were on Level 4 S
Tower, was there any recorded openings of doors or passageways
besides the ones opened by us? Of course, yes, Doctor Jamia
Tova Lorenz, while you, Doctor Norville, Patrick Dobber and my
father were deploying the Deep Space Beacon, it appears
Stairwell door 19D was opened as well as Maintenance access hatch
19425. Norville.
What's up? I told you tosses.
I told you it was an intruder. Jocelyn, not necessarily.
Kylie just said there are still occasional glitches popping up
in her systems due to the station damage.
This is true US Marshall bass white Marlow.
But you'd have to put me on center screen.
Oh dude. Oh, I was hoping this wasn't
going to turn into like a whole thing, you know?
But like when we were packing up after getting the beacon set up
and all the beaconing of my cable splicing knife just
vanished man Like gone. I swear I must have grown legs
and dipped but it's missing. Kylie, are you detecting anybody
other than us in operations? No, father.
Anomalous heat signatures. No, father.
Motion sensor hits. Go fish.
I honestly think we're dealing with nothing more than your
garden variety. Oh, let's chat, chat, chat.
More action, you dellum dobber. Grab your shit, we're moving
now. If this mystery bloke shows up,
I'll handle it. Repair your toys so I can get to
hunting. Jocelyn I really don't.
Think Oh, and I don't care, Marshmallow.
I don't tell you how to let your family die.
Don't tell me how to do my job in return.
Fair. Bitch.
Detecting cardiovascular and autonomic instability in Special
Agent Jocelyn Eleanor Fowler Heart rate, blood pressure, and
core body temperature continue to exhibit erratic fluctuations
beyond normal physiological variance.
Rapid pupillary dilation, heightened photosensitivity, and
increased submotor activity indicate a potential autonomic
dysregulation. I recommend contacting her
primary physician as soon as possible for a complete
physical. Is she always that intense?
No, she is prone to agitation and has something of a short
temper, but this is a level of hostility I have not witnessed
in the short time she's been with us.
All right, please pardon me a moment.
I need some air recording stopped.
OK, nice. Hey, this mystery is solved,
dudes. Turns out the connection just
like wiggled itself loose. It wasn't messed with or like
totally yanked out like we were all stressing over.
So, you know, all things being chill and whatnot.
We wrapped this bad boy up with so much electrical tape, man, it
ain't going nowhere. No way.
No. How?
Why is it so bloody hot in here? Feels like a Sunday roast in the
oven. The temperature is pretty normal
agent. No worries, I'm almost done
here. And I am all done.
Even found my missing knife. Sorry I I left it in the
bathroom when nature made a call.
It's my bad. No, it sounds like it was all a
random set of events and a simple error and not an intruder
after all. Well, with everything wrapped up
all nice and a little rolling paper, I think I'm going to head
back to operations, check in with the other cats and then
recreate while I stay up late. Catch y'all later.
Oh, you're serious? Oh, that does it.
Hi. Listen up.
Dubber is on his way back to you lot.
Dellum is almost done here. I'm tired of you all going on
about this not being an infiltrator.
I'm going after them. Jocelyn, this is not a good
idea. We are sure there is not an
intruder and what's more, Kylie is saying you.
Take me coat, take me gear bag here and take the bloody camera
back to all this shit is going to slow me down.
Torch, knife, spare mags, radio in for A1, safety off.
Everything else stays here. It's just some good.
Hey, Asian flower Judge Ashlyn, wait.
At least head back and get the Deputy Marshall so you'll have
backup. And Case Marlow.
Fuck backup and fuck whoever is out there.
Great Christ. Now in addition getting all my
equipment I have to haul first back to Wonderful.
This is Doctor Delham. System is reflashed and it's
ready for me to cross connect and upload the Linux software
again, but I need access to Kylie's mainframe.
I'm not comfortable with that doctor, but put Patrick on
please. Patrick is already on his way
back to you. It is just me here.
Oh. Man, I highly grant limited
permission for upload of system software only to Doctor Delham.
5 minutes and then revoke. Are you ready, Doctor?
Oh, your trust in faith in me is flattering, Mr. Waters.
Really. Yes, I'm ready for the upload.
Grant him limited permissions, 5 minutes and mark.
Eww. Limited access granted to Doctor
Creepy Pervert for 5 minutes. All access will be deleted
thereafter. Tick Licker.
Even the AI females find me repulsive.
None. They all think me mad, you know,
They think I've been a right Nutter, believing somebody
somehow managed to breach the perimeter.
But we both know what a dedicated, disciplined mind can
accomplish. On the clock, on mission, even
way out here. You should stand, mate.
Take the bow you deserve. We're in the Station Theatre
after all. I'm only seeing 1 doorway for
this picture house. Only one way out for you, love.
And that's the door I just came in.
Well, technically there is another way you can get out.
I'd be happy to speed you on your way.
What agency? Whose house am I up against this
time? CIA.
No, not a Yank operation. They'd have screwed it up
already. Mossad, perhaps?
Lone actor, extremely covert professional.
It's always been my honour to kill the best that Tel Aviv can
throw my way. No way, your fairest bear.
Fairest bear. And yet, and yet.
And yet, Russians. Federal Security Service is a
poor copy of the Cold War KGB. Oh but come on, let's be honest
mate, Russian covert operations is like saying a drunk bear
could make it through a China shop with no wares broken.
I can't believe I fell for that. I truly can't.
More surprised you didn't use the distraction to put a few
through my heart. Oh, are you like me?
Are you like me? We don't go straight for the
kill. We hunt as we play with our
prey. We savour the chase.
Like they told us in training, the best meal is 1.
You work for and prepare yourself.
Get the blood flowing, the adrenaline pumping.
Have them be so afraid of what you'll do to them that you're
literally in competition with the Grim Reaper Death himself to
see who claims the kill first. You by hand or him by heart
attack. This front row is the last bit
of concealment you'll have at your disposal.
Love. One more step is what sits
between you and the business end of this rifle.
So with that said, you lose No, no where where.
Oh cock it another bleeding maintenance hatch.
What's this property? United States Marshall Service.
This time I'll shoot more than your leg, marshmallow.
From everything I'm seeing here, the beacons are holding constant
with the B field density at 30,000 Goss.
Given the time to go fully through the bulk is about 8
hours, this should be more than sufficient to hold.
I can't thank you all enough for helping.
You are welcome, Mr. Waters. With this, I will rightly
consider the debt for saving my life during the last trip here
paid. I'm leaving one of our iPads
with the proper coding to repair and refresh the software if
there should happen to be any more technological hiccups.
And we still have 24 hours left before we need to leave.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I intend to make the
most of every minute. I still have spider carcass
dissection on my To Do List. Let's not put well pleasure in
your case, Doctor Lorenz, above the tasks we are here to do.
For the remaining 24 hours, Doctor Dillham and Dr. Lorenz
will be coordinated with myself and with.
Oh no, with everything going on we forgot about Agent Gung Ho is
out there hunting ghosts. Let me take care of this if
things get intense. I'm the only one here who stands
a chance of containing her, No offense intended, Anybody.
Yeah, I know. That's OK.
No offense comprehended, my man. I guess the first thing we need
to do is find her Kylie, who's taking Fowler.
I don't have to do what you say. You're not my real dad, Father
Usurper. Whoa, whoa, you watch your tone
with adults, young lady. It was a simple question.
Now you answer him, Where is Jocelyn?
And then you apologize. You hear me?
Agent Jocelyn Eleanor Fowler has just entered the galley.
Huh. Oh, Agent Fowler, you're back
and holding a rifle. Should I apologize to the Father
stealer now? Honey, not the time.
Agent Fowler, given your recent behavior and outburst, I think
it wise we have you taken to the station's medical quarters.
Doctor Lorenz, would you please? Nobody moves, everybody stays
where they are. You all thought I'd gone around
the bend. Jocelyn, you're not well.
Oh, I'm seeing clearer that I have in years.
Marshmallow. You see, all this time I thought
whoever infiltrated the station was sent in by unknown
benefactors, DARPA contractors, by the Maddox, LA, any one of
the several people from the CII. Hello.
Even throw in the Germany's BND for kicks.
Stop. Moving doctors, US Marshall,
that's why at Marlow, please be advised that she has deactivated
the safety on her firearm. Hey agent, dude, hi, I totally
get where you're at now can my cousin Jimmy was cooking up his
Primo strain. Some of his early batches had me
tripping balls. Like full on paranoia mode with
a side of brain fog. You know you know right now.
But don't even stress about it Agent, we got you.
We'll bring you back down nice and easy.
What are you even on about? Burnout.
I went to go find our uninvited guests.
Oh, but they didn't make it easy to track them, but I managed to
corner them. Almost got to end them proper,
but they rabbited through a workman's hatch and then they
dropped this property of the United States Marshall Service.
Oh come on now, he forgets and leaves that thing behind all the
time. Happens at least once a month,
Jocelyn. This needs to stop.
We have three options in front of us right now.
Option one, and honestly I think it's the best option, is for you
to put your weapon on the deck and let us get you some help.
Please agent, we're only trying to help.
Enough of all your lies. If there is nobody out there,
then it's one of you doing this. And that's all the reason I
need. Option 2 on me, Jocelyn eyes on
me. I draw my sidearm and try to
kill you before you're able to take a shot, likely killing me
and one or more of the rest of us.
Nice try Marlo. Seems I've heard this this this
little speech beef. Or option three, I have
Detective Johnson sedate you with a propofol tranquilizer we
had prepared as a contingency like our sister, only two steps
from the deep end, and I just threw a life jacket.
Did somebody send out engraved invitations to attend this
station and I wasn't made aware? Hey, it's Lars.
With a puppet on his right hand. I am so lost with what's
happening here. You're not the only one, M.
How did he even get here? I should probably explain Keenan
Johnson, can you please take Jocelyn to the clinic and make
sure she's comfortable and restrained?
I'd be happy to meet Keenan, them in the and perform a full
exam. Father.
Just on agent Fowler, not Keenan.
Right, no problem. Gee, man, just happy I don't
have to soft you through the trenches no more.
Come on, kid, you grab the chopper and I'll hoof it with
the limey. I'll send you my bill when we
get back home, Marlo. And by the way, my feet double S
when a trigger man tries to throw lead my way.
Now perhaps an explanation whenever you're ready, Deputy
Marshall, this may come a surprise, but our primary trip
was not deploy atmospheric weather equipment for Doctor
Hunt. You don't say bro, Wait, wait.
No way. Who could have foreseen such a
wildly predictable turn of events?
Certainly not I. No, no, no.
I was too far busy not at all expecting this exact outcome to
even fathom such a thing. So like does anybody have any
snacks? We didn't know where the station
was going to appear. We didn't know that Emery was
stuck in the station and unable to leave.
We didn't know who amongst you was going to be on the
expedition. There was a lot of things we
didn't know, and in situations like that, I always found it
best to plan for the worst possible outcome.
Now and again, Marshall may need to call for backup, so I hired
Detective Richard Johnson. OK, yes, we knew we were coming
here to the station, but why didn't you tell Patrick or I
about? Him stowing away.
OK, so to be. Clear.
You knew Lars, or for the public, whomever was on this
station the whole time. But you kept that to yourself,
pretending to know nothing about it.
I need to make sure him being here was a complete surprise.
I couldn't risk the chance that Jocelyn would pick up on any
cues that you were aware something was going on.
I mean you could have. Told us something that Marsh I
have a solid poker face. Oh, you so do not.
You folded like a deck of cards when I asked what your Nana got
me for her high school graduation present.
You folded on your own. Dear, sweet Nana Chris.
Poor woman was crying for days. No, no.
Can we please focus on the moment at hand?
All right. My instructions to him were
simple, don't tell anybody he would be going, hide himself in
the naughty the night of the 12th, and that once we got to
wherever we're going to sneak in and stay in the shadows until he
was needed. My intention was to let Emory in
on the secret once we got inside.
I didn't want Kylie to announce his presence once she detected
him. Turns out it wasn't a problem
after all. Hey yeah, why couldn't the AI
sense him? She can detect body heat,
breathing and respiration, as well as physical motion.
I'd surmise it's due to originating from an alternate
reality, just as with Miss Sondra Derecha.
I see. As I informed the Deputy
Marshall upon his first arrival, Mr. Recha naturally blocks
electron and Muon neutrinos, but she emits Tau neutrinos while
still purely hypothetical. Of course, it's theorized while
all three neutrinos, electron, Muon, and Tau typically pass
through solid matter without detection or disruption, Tau
neutrinos can cause unexpected interactions with standard
technology. Sometimes Sandra's voice will be
heavily distorted. On my recordings it appears Lars
has a similar effect. Wait, so then the puppet
Johnson's recordings are all distorted too?
No, no, everything from Detective Johnson is clear.
Remember Patrick, He's not from an alternate reality, just from
our 1945. OK I've been away for a while
but just to clarify, Lars the tall German person who never
speaks. It's from an alternate reality
and the Puppet detective Johnson on Lars hand was sent from 1945.
That's correct. At least it's less confusing
than Game of Thrones. Go on.
Obviously, while I might have needed Detective Johnson to step
in and intervene, I didn't want him shooting anybody or giving
him what he called a Billy club shampoo.
We need some way to incapacitate.
It took some convincing and my solemn word not to use it.
Except for extreme emergencies. I gave my word it wouldn't
divulge exactly, provided it for concerns about their career.
So then there really wasn't intruder all along.
Jocelyn wasn't imagining it. But what about her odd and
erratic behavior? That was nothing I anticipated.
I honestly thought if we're going to have to tranquilize
anybody, it was going to be Doctor Wainwright.
Preposterous. Utterly ludicrous.
Well, obviously Agent Fowler is experiencing something.
Hopefully Kylie can identify it for us.
So that, in a nutshell, is what's been happening.
And the plan worked perfectly and as intended.
Why Bass? I I don't get the question,
Emery. It worked perfectly because you
didn't describe the plan until afterwards.
Jinkies, Fred, you really can't teach an old Marshall new
tricks. Oh, you have to say it.
Depth Marsh. It's a time honored tradition.
Say what? No, No I'm not.
Oh come on bass, play along one time please.
Even I know where they're going with this and and besides, when
will you ever have this awesome of a set up my dude?
Deputy Marshall, I've been told I have a Velma coated
personality. Please.
Fine Scooby dooby Doo that. Was worth the whole trip right
there. Zoinks.
Children. Recording stopped.
Oh. Just fantastic.
My recorder now reeks of nicotine and whiskey.
Hit this thing with like a massive amount of antiseptic
wipes when we get back home. Damn it, Johnson, OK, it's April
18th, 2023 O 600 hours. 2 hours before we need to depart for the
one mile safety line. 3 hours until the stage returns to the
ultimate reality. Taking with it one of our
family. We had Jocelyn taken down to the
Roberta Bondar's hospital. Kylie ran a series of tests with
equipment and technology I don't understand and I won't even try
to pronounce. And the way I've understood it
is she is suffering from, I have to write this down,
electromagnetic hypersensitivity, Dr. Loren
said. It's an extremely rare
condition. It makes people act, well, like
Jocelyn was acting when they're in proximity to large and very
specific electrical fields or energy.
I guess it's like being surrounded by a bubble of energy
a mile in every direction. And it comes from an alternate
reality. I think it was our AI Kylie who
explained it best. In essence, she's allergic to
time travel. And I have to believe that this
is more of the Ice's sense of humor.
Send somebody down to provide security.
Allergic to time travel? OK, all kidding aside, Patrick
Keenan and Detective Johnson offered to drive her back to our
station a date early. They left yesterday and should
be back home by now. Doctor Lorenz said when they
drove out of the time bubble to speak with Doctor Jovak that
Jocelyn symptoms got better fairly quickly and thankfully
she was pumped with enough sedatives that she'll sleep the
entire way. At least she won't have to
listen to Keenan go on and on and on.
Mr. Todd and I won't catch a ride back with the Atlas team
later this morning. Once the guys departed with
Jocelyn, we had the rest of the day to ourselves.
The doctors all got to work, catalog and everything on
station, taking notes, making diagrams, and in general
plotting and scheming. I'm sure we had Kylie keep an
eye on them. Anything physical they try to
take with them would have the incompatible.
And hold on entropic decay signature and would fade out of
existence upon leaving the bubble area of effect just isn't
the case with Emory. Speaking of, as you can imagine,
he and Mr. Todd have been spending all their time together
catching up, chatting and just being with one another.
And I didn't want to be 1/3 wheel, so I just went exploring
on my own and I found a greenhouse complex.
Emery restored and is growing food in real vegetables.
He's grown using heirloom seeds that he'd found in storage.
He said although the printed food is good, nothing beats
fresh carrots or newly squeezed beet juice.
I mean, look, to each his own, but who in the right mind would
ever drink beet juice? I got to help out by collecting
the vegetables that were ready to harvest.
And I can't tell you how long it's been since I had my hands
in soil and farming. I really miss being on the farm.
It was good to be out there working like when I was a kid
again. OK, Emery told me some things
about the future, and I won't. No, I can't go into what was
said as I gave him my word. He didn't tell me everything.
He told me only what was important and what the response
will be to things that take place.
If those actions are taken, everybody dies.
Yeah. So let's just say there's never
been a need to come up with a Plan B more so than now.
I'm no stranger to having weight to place it on my shoulders, but
this? This.
I almost wish I can get Bass. Who do you think you're kidding?
This is something I have to do. I must do.
No, I will do for them. OK, moving on.
OK, just enough time for a quick shower, grab some breakfast and
we'll head back to our own station.
Although we have no choice but to leave Emery behind once
again, there is comfort in knowing he is safe, has
sufficient food and protective shelter, and he and Kylie are
going to begin working on theories on how to untether him
and realign his interrupt that whatever.
US Supervisor Marshall Bass Marlow April 18th O six O 5
hours Johnson This thing really stinks.
I'm not leaving you here. Yes, you are, Embry.
You can't ask me to do this. You can't just just send me away
like this. I have.
To Chris, no. No, you don't.
We can find another way. We can we always find another
way, Embry. You sound like me the the old
me, the one that thought love could fix everything, that love
alone could bend time and could rewrite fate.
Well, maybe love can fix this. No, no.
Love can't fix this, Chris. You have to help fix this, and
you can't do that if you stay. You're asking me to walk away
from you. You just accept this is how it
has to be. You're asking me to be OK with
leaving the man that I love in a God damn ghost station that
disappears into the fucking unknown?
I'm asking you. I'm asking you to live.
I don't. Know if I can do this?
I know you can and you will, but.
Emery What if we ever see each other again?
We'll always have the Shire. Mr. Todd, I know what you're
trying to do, Emery. You want me to leave, but I
can't. I don't care about what's ahead,
I just want to be with you. You don't know what you're
saying, Chris. You stay here, you're going to
be trapped just like me, and I will not let you do that.
It's not just about you and me. You have to help Bass with
what's coming. It's bigger than all of us.
I don't care about what's bigger, I care about being with
you. Chris, if we didn't love each
other this much, leaving wouldn't hurt like this.
But if I didn't believe, honestly believe that we will
have a tomorrow, I wouldn't tell you to walk away.
That's the faith that I have in you, Chris.
I'm sorry, but it's time I. Love you, you scruffy looking
nerf murder. I know.
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This is Doctor Delham, system is reflashed and it's ready for me
to cross connect and upload the Linux software again, but I need
access to Kylie's mainframe. I'm not comfortable with that
doctor, but put Patrick on please.
Patrick is already on his way back to you.
It is just me here. Oh man, I highly grant limited
permission for upload of system software only to Doctor Delham.
5 minutes and then revoke. Are you ready, Doctor?
Oh, your trust in faith in me is flattering, Mr. Waters.
Really. Yes, I'm ready for the upload.
Grant him limited permissions, 5 minutes and mark.
Eww. Limited access granted to Doctor
Creepy Pervert for 5 minutes. All access will be deleted
thereafter. Tick Licker.
Even the AI females find me repulsive.
Where is her bag? Oh, here you are.
OK. And beacon #3 software now being
re uploaded 5 minutes and Agent Fowler's malware virus being.
Uploaded 3 minutes. This has been a BMB production.