I.1 - IX.6 [video]
[comes over the network delayed, all at once. Signature stamps read out the timeline.]
[ Day 1, broadcast 1, accidental video: ]
[The term was reserved for this arrival. Anatole has never been given one more literally scorched ( Read more... )
[After a few minutes, he can't keep his silence forever. Especially when he remembers how he felt when he first arrived.]
Does the California Institute of Technology in Pasadena, California mean anything to you?
[Curiously, since the man had begun naming several institutions of higher learning.]
[He's also curious about the rest of it, but he figures one question at a time until he can get a read as what the man's mental state is.]
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"The truth shall make you free." Six hours southeast from Berkeley on the I-5. Richard Feynman's theory on quantum electrodynamics. Obsessed with the Rose Bowl. Caltech. Means to me that this is indeed an open communication device, that it's working, that it has a voice-only setting despite also a video screen, that there's at least one other person possessing and using it or something compatible, that you can speak English with an American accent and have relevant familiarity to my disclosed aspects of reality.
Which, like all results, raises more questions.
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[And he does mean that.]
The device in which you are using to communicate is called the Forge. I'm not entirely sure of it's exact origins, but each one of us that's brought here by the door is given one as a method of communication.
My name is Dr. Spencer Reid. And while it doesn't mean much here, really, since the United States doesn't exist there, I'm an FBI agent attached the agency's Behavioral Analysis Unit.
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followed by violently fast rise from his seat.
Standing, looks down at forge, face falls almost entirely into shadow]
So you've been observing me.
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In your official capacity, Agent Reid?
[is stalking away from the forge without readjusting its viewpoint]
I'd like to think there were regulations you'd be violating playing these mind games-if this were FBI detainment you wouldn't say so unless you would to feign et cetera, how quickly I attain facility with the technology which may or may not resemble but is also my lifeline and the door going open and closed-
-too easy, let me off too easy, why would an agent perjure… he said I wouldn't talk, was right.
[suddenly spins around, throws himself back to the forge and slams his hands down on the table on either side of it, deafening the mic and sending seismic shockwaves through the video]
Where is she?
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I was brought through the door and am currently stuck here, the same as you.
[There's a pause as the other man slams his hands down on the table.]
Who is she?
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[Slides his hands back from the forge, and off the table. Sits back onto the edge of the cot. Sinks further 'til he covers his face with his hands.
Speaking muffled,]
I'm sorry… I'm sorry, I can't believe you. I can't believe anything.
…Which is the same proportionally as believing everything.
[slowly uncovers his face and squints at the forge]
I'll see how much time passes without you wanting information on the thing. After that… I'll thank you for the welcome. Not before.
[chin drops momentarily to his chest. He visibly shivers]
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[He's actually rather curious as to what this 'thing' is that he's talking about, but he's not going to press him on it.]
All right, Mr. Trepkos.
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[raises his head again and looks right into Spencer's forge-image eyes. First time for that.]
It's Dr. Trepkos.
[valedictory-almost collegiate] Dr. Reid.
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Dr. Trepkos, then.
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