They wrote back:
Does 117-2 sound familiar?
That’s a security designation within the company. The first is the employee number, and the second number is security clearance level. This would belong to someone pretty high up. Have you been investigating someone inside? How?
Does Project Sweeper or Wanderer sound familiar?
I have memory of the word Sweeper, something about a longterm project, but it’s very vague. I don’t know anything about Wanderer.
Have you ever encountered a young girl there? Possibly by the name Portencia?
I think so. I keep seeing a girl. But there’s a boy too in my memories. I can’t make sense of any of it. But I’ve seen them a lot. The confusion and the other memories keep getting stronger and none of it’s clear. Like, I keep seeing her hooked up to a chair, like an old throne. All these cables running out. It’s like a dream where it all makes sense, but doesn’t. I see her scared. And the boy… he’s walking away from me but I can’t catch up.
Is there any way to safely share internal files?
If I had time, maybe. But there are systems in place that even I don’t know about. They’re nuts about protecting against unauthorized access and information going offsite.
What is your specific field of expertise?
I’m a security engineer. But I’ve also been studying machine learning. Funny, I remember stories about school, but not actually being there. Are those even my memories? Did they give me a lobotomy and an education?
There’s all this anger inside me. And…regret. Like I’ve been experiencing all of this in the background while I was sleepwalking.
Are the names Kendrick or Theodore Fallon familiar to you?
Fallon is who I report to. It’s who we all report to. I remember Kendrick. The name. Feels like we were close. Maybe we worked together? Are you investigation Fallon?
What is the workplace atmosphere? Are employees encouraged to collaborate, or socialize, or are they more strict about restricting opportunities for employees to potentially “overshare?”
I honestly can’t remember. If they can wipe people’s minds what do they care if we socialize? It’s even more sickening than being rigid pricks. They let us think we have autonomy. What about our families? Where do they think we work? What do we tell them when they ask? My parents died a long time ago, at least that’s what I remember, but what are you if you can’t even trust your memory, your sense of who you are?
Do you know anything about the history of the company? A company mission statement, history of executives, what your supervisor’s name is?
Same. Sorry. I can’t even tell you how long I’ve been there. I mean, I know what I’m supposed to say… but there is all this other stuff welling up that mixes with it and makes everything confusing.
Would it be possible to record what you experience before the details start feeling unimportant?
That’s my plan and it’s all I’ve been thinking about this weekend. The most grueling 48 hours of my life. I gotta keep focused on seeing everything I can, and remembering it when I leave. I’ve been making notes here at my place, to try and remind me what happened just in case I forget. I’m scared of going back tomorrow but have to hope that whatever “broke” in the accident will help me remember what’s really going on there.
Part of me wants to tell you who I am, where to come look for me if I don’t answer back tomorrow… but I have this overwhelming feeling of mistrust. And I’m too confused to pinpoint where it belongs. I’m sorry.
If I make it out tomorrow, I’ll tell you everything I can.
If I don’t, promise me you won’t stop trying to expose them. Promise me you’ll take them down somehow.
-Whistler
Mounties, we’re going to take this company down, I don’t care if we have to do it brick by brick.