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DLUTI 162 - The Field Studies Institute: Part 3
We wrap up our coverage of what is currently available about The Field Studies Institute this week with a send off worthy of a Michael Bay movie.
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Speaker 4:what.
Speaker 5:You know what else is stuck in my head?
Speaker 4:Like a big old dong. What you know what else gets stuck in my head?
Speaker 1:The education connection.
Speaker 4:Oh my gosh, the education connection matched me with the right college for free.
Speaker 1:I wonder what she's up to.
Speaker 4:What do you think she's doing?
Speaker 2:Do you think you could write jingles?
Speaker 4:Mike would be great at that. I don't know if I'd be able to do it. How about we do an episode? How about we do a?
Speaker 5:one off episode when we just feed Mike prompts.
Speaker 4:I did actually do that.
Speaker 2:Yeah, just business ideas and then be like make a jingle.
Speaker 4:I actually, funny enough, In high school in our woodwork class they had us design these puzzles and they each like it was like a two-person team and each team they were supposed to come up with like a business name and a business, like slogan for that name and like a logo and everything. And I did ours and then Cha-cheese, it keeps your feet fat.
Speaker 4:Yeah, that was it. I did ours and then I did like three other kids Because they just couldn't come up with anything. What was the class? It was woodshop. Funny enough, because we made these little wooden puzzles and the guy was like make a little logo and a business thing for them too.
Speaker 5:Make a business, I'm thing make a business.
Speaker 4:I'm gonna take all these ideas and I'm gonna do them, so it was pretty fun, but I did work as a woodshop. I might have had a profession in jingle work did you say that you like?
Speaker 1:did you? Did you pass your wood class? No, it wasn't hard, it was hard I knew there was a joke there somewhere. Fuck, welcome to don't Look Under the Internet.
Speaker 5:Holy shit, what was the last time you injured us? I don't know. Let's go.
Speaker 1:Hey, we're here. Nailed it, jason.
Speaker 5:Welcome everybody. To Don't Look Under the Internet. We are an internet horror comedy podcast.
Speaker 1:And we exist on so many different things.
Speaker 5:We are here today To bring you a very important message.
Speaker 2:Mike, what is that message?
Speaker 1:Mike died in a car crash. That's dog shit.
Speaker 5:Everybody's fucking it up. That wasn't important. Mike's supposed to be dead. Matt, what do you have for us? Technical difficulties?
Speaker 5:Got it, it's the screen blacking out and coming back, which is so perfect he's not gonna know what, what happened, until he sees, like the finished product and that's gonna be great. Um, last week, you guys might remember, we brought you part two of the field studies institute, or we went over a bunch of different logs. We ended with the most recent excerpt from something that we have found to be called the Garden, which are these extraction logs that are conversations between either Halley and Claude, which is an AI that you can find on a certain Netscape website, or the most recent one being Reese and Claude, and, honestly, all we found out about that is that Claude's a dick, claude is a dick.
Speaker 5:There's a bunch of these different little fucking items Confirmed, think like SCP or Warehouse 13. We have these transient objects that have been showing up and we have this institution, the Field Studies Institute, who has been kind of logging these, keeping track of them, trying to explain where they came from, what they are, which universe they came from, where they went where they go.
Speaker 2:Yeah, deviation words.
Speaker 1:So what's on the docket today for episode three of our nine part series of?
Speaker 5:our nine so now. So, after I've intro'd this, we're gonna go ahead and start off with ash actually five, okay, there is a.
Speaker 2:There is a countdown for part three.
Speaker 4:That is currently at 14 days, three hours and 24 minutes, so by the time we're ready to put out another episode we could just jump back into part 4, baby I don't know how accurate that is, though, Because that countdown has been on 14 days, I think for a minute now. Well, it's a good thing that day is longer than a minute, Mike Damn. Damn. Also, you're probably wondering where's the housekeeping. We're recording this back-to-back part two.
Speaker 5:No, this is a different day. So if you became a patron or anything. No.
Speaker 4:Sorry, you'll get shouted out next week. Your name's bad.
Speaker 5:The Doug Blanket statement exists, but yeah, I think we left off last time after Claude and Reese had a hearty exchange. We learned some stuff about the moonshot motel. We tied some things together. Hopefully we'll tie the rest of them together, or a lot more of them here, um, but today we are going to start off with the technically third section of the field studies institute. Um, I don't know, fucking database, fucking database.
Speaker 1:It's not fucking me.
Speaker 5:I'm not talking about this. Who's got this?
Speaker 1:I'm talking about this Also. I take it back, Not my chair.
Speaker 4:There wasn't a counter before it said in progress yeah, now you're right, now it's a counter. I remember that.
Speaker 2:I refreshed the page and it picked up right where it left off. So I'm thinking, maybe thinking.
Speaker 5:I'm thinking, maybe when that hits zero shit, we're getting some more field studies institute, I'm gonna send them an email. Oh, we did that. Did you hear anything back? Ludo will finally finish, okay okay, well matt, anyway, can I do my part now? Fucking gas, I'd prefer if you just shut the fuck up okay breathe heavily into the mic for 43 minutes.
Speaker 2:You fucking do your part, you figure it out, all right. So this is part 083951 Wax Hyperion Shut up. All right, so we did part one of part 012 last week and this week we're doing part two and part one of part 012 last week and this week we're doing part 2 and part 1 of part 2 part 1 of part 2, which is in part 3 of our series on this website, this isn't labeled, unfortunately 043292 analog.
Speaker 2:On this website this isn't labeled, unfortunately. 043292 Analog Gravitation. Hold on, because I've accidentally locked my cat inside the room and I need to let her out. That's fine.
Speaker 1:I did see her do a big fat shit in the back.
Speaker 5:Why are you doing this? The viewfinder, yeah.
Speaker 4:Just having fun.
Speaker 1:Just doing a little, lol, lol.
Speaker 2:Okay, christ is averted.
Speaker 1:Hoorayay Christ has been averted we are all godless now.
Speaker 2:0, 4, 3, 2, 9, 2. Analog gravitation and what this is. This is view master, sound with image reel and it is one of those little slide viewer thingies.
Speaker 1:A View Master.
Speaker 2:Yeah, those discs that just stick in a thing and then you click the button and it spins around and you can look through the little viewport thing.
Speaker 5:Except this, one's got a face-facing speaker.
Speaker 2:A face-facing speaker.
Speaker 1:Yeah.
Speaker 2:Anyway.
Speaker 2:So the american silver and film company produced the viewmaster sound throughout the 1980s in the redacted of redacted the relationship to the viewmaster line produced by the general aniline and film corporation and local space time is unknown, as no other documents or materials related to the american To the Viewmaster line produced by the General Aniline and Film Corporation and local space time is unknown, as no other documents or materials related to the American Silverman Film Company have ever been discovered, so this object was not discovered at its time of transience, but many objects are detected at their time of transience but arrive in a location where they cannot be retrieved.
Speaker 2:While those arrivals are logged, it is impossible to know the nature of the object. While those arrivals are logged, it is impossible to know the nature of the object. The contents of this object certainly confirm its transient nature, but it was discovered by a field recovery technician while shopping at a thrift store with his wife and children. So this motherfucker just went to Goodwill.
Speaker 1:I dream of this shit. I go thrifting all the time. I'm like I'm going to buy something haunted, I'm going to buy something from the future.
Speaker 5:I'm like I'm gonna buy something haunted, I'm gonna buy something from the future to be fair, there's supposed to be a haunted object in this room right now, but there fucking isn't can we get in chat right now?
Speaker 1:can you just say F Laurie, is that appropriate?
Speaker 4:no, it was mostly me I mistaken. I found a broken keyboard.
Speaker 2:I bought a broken keyboard, but shit, it was from another dimension, um, anyway. So this digital slide viewer has been created to be the contents of the image reel found inside the view master sound transient object. While using the digital slide viewer, you may click or tap to move the object to the next image. So what you get here is you get the actual slides that are on the little, the little wheel that goes in this, this bitch, and if you click through them you get a picture of Apollo 24, uh, hanging out in the atmosphere. You get a view inside of the NASA operations center Uh, you get a rocket lifting off and a picture of a car. A picture of a car, a picture of the moonshot motel itself.
Speaker 2:Oh, finally, a picture of a house um which I'm sure the house has some sort of significance that I'm not, it's got a big ass tower in the back oh, I think I know what that is, and then you get a picture of the moon and a circled section that says location of the bailey crater, which I guess is the bit like the location of a moon base and I think that's where that weird anomaly that the photograph was taken yes, this place, yeah, yeah, the craters give it away.
Speaker 1:That makes sense is that something in the first one.
Speaker 2:Yes, it was surveyor three mission basically.
Speaker 5:Yeah, surveyor 3 mission Basically saw an anomaly on the moon, surveyed a bunch of shit on the ground. There was a map of craters and other stuff and then there was a big, big blinding light. Sick. Now you're all caught up.
Speaker 2:Neato. Yeah, so that's basically it. It's a viewfinder with a speaker on the. It plays those little slides and they have sound and if you go to the website you can hear the sound that goes with them. It's a pretty good sound. The next thing in part 2.3 is employee log 09. And you guys are going to have to stake your shit in your BLC player because I still haven't gotten mine. Yeah, mike.
Speaker 5:It's not my fault. Don't hire DHL next time.
Speaker 2:It fell off the side of a river.
Speaker 5:Yeah, it fell off the side of a river.
Speaker 2:That's not my fault.
Speaker 5:That sounds like it might be your fault. I was told.
Speaker 1:It was reliable transportation.
Speaker 5:Put the tape in.
Speaker 4:Does that work? Huh, ovando, this is so crazy uh, what is it?
Speaker 5:I've never heard of this place till now my dad.
Speaker 4:My dad told me my dad, uh, he was always a super nerd, always into gadgets and tinkering with shit. One day during the summer, when I was a kid 10 years old maybe I was outside playing something with this boy that lived across the street. Naturally, I found a strange pleasure in torturing this kid, because, well, I really liked him, I guess. Anyway, I hear this distinct, unmistakable yell of my mother that somehow navigated its way through the neighborhood. My mother that somehow navigated its way through the neighborhood, like she knew exactly how to make it reverberate and echo and zigzag its way, bouncing off every house right into my ears. That means I need to be home, stay it.
Speaker 4:So I race home on my bike through the swarms of lightning, bugs and mosquitoes, walk through the front door and there's my dad in the living room setting up whatever his latest contraption is. It's a computer, our first one. He was so excited about it. He spent almost every night that summer teaching me how to use it. So by the end of summer I thought I was hot shit, techno wizard or something. Have you ever heard of bbs, have you? Uh, it's like the precursor to the internet booty slapping big booty, slapping precursor the internet.
Speaker 4:My dad was a part of all those bbs servers for stuff that he was into music, especially bbs drizzy. Uh, he followed this one. Uh, shit, I can't remember the name of it. I'm really rambling here anyway. Uh, there's this whole thing with that BBS. The guy that started it, he went missing. His car was found in Ovando. I'm hazy on the details. This is a long, long time ago. I'm shocked. I can even remember any of this. I think that was one of the first times in my life I realized that bad things can happen to people. This has sort of stuck with me. There you have it. It's a good tape. There you have it.
Speaker 2:Sick Thanks for playing that.
Speaker 4:Of course.
Speaker 2:Interesting stuff.
Speaker 4:Weird how she said BBS Drizzy and not BBL, like the song goes, but that's okay.
Speaker 2:It's a deviation. Different timeline Correlation to our own. Drizzy is unknown, like the song goes, but that's okay, it's a deviation. There's different, different timeline correlation to our own dris is unknown.
Speaker 1:Yeah, you're right, he's not a pedophile everywhere, I hope right allegedly in some places he's like super into unless that's like the, the thing that never changes between each dimension, like he's just a pedophile allegedly.
Speaker 2:Allegedly In one. He's white and is like a metal musician, but he's always a pedophile.
Speaker 1:Always, every time.
Speaker 2:Next one is Fielding Array. So this is the minutes of Project SOMA Session 1. These meeting minutes were taken during the first working session of Project SOMA, a special access program created by the Department of Defense. The meeting took place on December 1st 1969, just seven days after dead was delivered to Merritt Island, florida. Procedure. This is not a transient object. However, this item contains references to Redacted and is therefore included in the archive as requested.
Speaker 2:No further procedural information is available and so we have a picture of these meeting minutes. Yeah, and we've got some participants. Request is no further procedural information is available and so we have a picture of these. Uh, the beating minutes yeah, and we've got some participants arthur reese, alice amelia hey, amelia haydock, uh. Matilda remlinger, dorothy ross, carlos scharf, todd tilzer and alan trench. A lot of these names should sound familiar because these are like the Tilda Remlinger, dorothy Ross, carlos Scharf, todd.
Speaker 4:Tilzer and Alan Trincher. A lot of these names should sound familiar because these are like the founding members of the field studies oh yeah, and you'll recognize at least one of those names from the extraction logs Reese Yep.
Speaker 2:Reese Reese so meeting meeting. The meeting was officially opened at 8.04 am. Dr arthur reese, the director of the newly created program project soma, provided contextual information regarding the surveyor and apollo programs. This historic nature of the events leading to this gathering were not lost on dr reese. He described the findings of the surveyoryor 3 mission, what officials named LBA-01, short for Large Bright Anomaly.
Speaker 2:The subsequent manned Apollo 12 mission to the Surveyor 3 landing site found an object much smaller than expected and the mission objective to retrieve the object was deemed possible. It was a success. Lba-01 arrived on Earth on November 24 and has been housed in a clean room at a facility on Merritt Island. Since its discovery there has been no human contact with the object until Dr Reese viewed it. Approximately one hour before the start of this meeting, dr Reese informed the group that what they would come to observe that day may be inspiring and create a deep desire for power and knowledge. He also informed the group that it could create a sense of discomfort, anxiety and existential dread. It was made clear that the true progress would come only when these two extremes were balanced, that fear would inhibit them and a desire for power could destroy them.
Speaker 2:The group breaks for coffee and refresh for freshmen at 8 35 am upon their individuals proceed to introduce themselves and their academic professional backgrounds and dossiers are attached to this memorandum, redacted, and there's a bunch of shit. That's, yeah, blacked out, redacted, hella, redacted. Yes, at 9.58 am, arrangements were fulfilled to bring the individuals to Redacted, where LBA01 is quarantined. So basically, what we got going on here is Dr Reese, who is the guy who was punching shit into his computer upstairs or whatever the fuck, and then that kid knocked on the door, took a gander at this object and was like hey, this is going to change the world basically. Or you or fuck your brain, or something. It's going to change something. Something's going to change the world basically. Or you or fuck your brain.
Speaker 5:It's gonna change something. It's gonna change things Something will get fucked.
Speaker 2:And then a bunch of stuff was redacted and they were all like hey let's go fucking look at it.
Speaker 5:After coffee.
Speaker 2:Yes, after coffee, abstract cartography is the next thing. Ooh, so facilities, resources and contacts. 1991 edition is what this thing is and it is a just a kind of looks like a folded map A CDOT map.
Speaker 3:Yeah.
Speaker 2:So within the early 1990s, saw a rapid decline in public sentiment towards government spending and private investment into space-related objects. The Center of the Decommissioning of Off-Earth Technology, or CDOT, was a government program that actively worked to close both public and private space-related facilities and prevent the further use of already decommissioned facilities by the civilians. By the civilians. Formerly known as Corn Silver, gold Point was once home to many gold mining operations, but after the population collapsed due to the end of mining operations during World War II, it's now considered a ghost town, while the area still had some residents. When this transient object arrived, the field recovery technician assigned to its collection had no issues retrieving it, and it is a map that was retrieving it and it is a map that do be a map man.
Speaker 2:It is a map of an exclusion zone.
Speaker 5:It shows you where they are in Florida, which is super nice.
Speaker 1:Yeah, that covers a lot more than I thought before seeing this, so earlier when I was like, no, that's not where.
Speaker 5:I'm going.
Speaker 4:It is, it is for sure, it's the whole area where you're going, all of Florida.
Speaker 2:Pretty much, pretty much. It's pretty much Just Florida, all Atlantic Coast Exclusion. And then the next thing is another fucking tape Play that tape.
Speaker 5:Oh God, Put that shit in there.
Speaker 2:Oh God, We've got to find it, it's been there like a DJ.
Speaker 5:Okay, you ready Play the tape Okay.
Speaker 4:Ashford, march 7th 2024. God damn it. God damn it. If I fill out one more of these forms this week, I'm going to absolutely lose my shit. Uh, what happened? That old toy? The eye thing with the pictures, and you know what I'm talking about it. There's interference on it. Oh, the eye thing with the pictures, and you know what I'm talking about it. There's interference on it.
Speaker 5:Oh the uh the viewmaster. I used to play with those when I was a little kid. You're kidding? I guess I was skipping through it and I just didn't notice.
Speaker 4:Uh, buddy skipping through things. That doesn't work here.
Speaker 5:Yeah, I'm learning that Listening now. So, uh, what do you think about all this?
Speaker 4:All what sugar.
Speaker 5:Oh, I don't know, maybe the disembodied voices we hear on cassette tapes, phone calls from who knows where, not to mention the copy machine on the second floor.
Speaker 4:Honestly, the only thing that I think about now is how annoying Form 17 is. So why don't you fill this one out? My friend, If you were paying attention, it would have been on you anyway. And while you're at it, tell me this what do you think all this is? Does any of this actually matter? We clock in, we work, or it feels like eight hours, but because of some weird time dilation nonsense, only seven hours and whatever minutes have passed. So that's how much they pay us when we go home. These voices don't follow you home in the morning, do they Just leave it?
Speaker 5:Stop giving a shit. I'm not going to lie. That's a great way to look at things.
Speaker 4:I punch in, I punch out, I don't care.
Speaker 1:This is a paycheck this isn't.
Speaker 5:I don't care, this is a paycheck, this is. You don't hear the voices on your drive home, just when you're here and you shouldn't remember that the real question is do they get paid eight hours or are they getting paid time?
Speaker 1:They get seven hours in however many minutes.
Speaker 3:That sucks.
Speaker 5:Because technicalities.
Speaker 2:But what if the time deviates?
Speaker 5:What if the time deviates, mike? What if their salary? What if the time deviates, mike? What if there's salary? What if there's salary?
Speaker 2:Matt. What salad, what if? What salad? What if they die? I'm hungry, oh my God.
Speaker 5:I'm hungry.
Speaker 2:The next thing is broken trials, so it's a poster. Ooh, the Bailey Planetarium poster, it looks like a moon plane.
Speaker 4:Moon plane. That's exactly what it is.
Speaker 2:It is a moon plane. It is a picture from the perspective of the moon. There's a plane flying off of it, flying towards Earth. So, basically, the Bailey Planetarium was a tourist destination at the Bailey Station, if you remember the crater that we talked about earlier. Oh, yeah, a large moon base operated by the International Organization of Space Exploration and Technology. The base was largely something I don't really understand this of, and do you guys understand what's going on? The base was, uh, largely of by the United States and the Soviet Union as a demonstration of unity following the signing of the Parnu Peace Accord.
Speaker 1:Oh, I remember that Parnu.
Speaker 5:I recently learned how to pronounce umlauts and I'm excited to show that off.
Speaker 2:Okay, he's like I don't fucking care, that'll really help you when you're 9 to 5.
Speaker 5:Oh, dude, if I remember that German patient that needs to express what they mean via umlaut. I got it.
Speaker 2:You're not.
Speaker 1:That umlaut is the difference between taking out his knees and his testicles, right.
Speaker 5:There are some words in German Like that, so don't get your umlauts wrong. That's unfortunate.
Speaker 2:How does anybody get anything done correctly.
Speaker 1:The difference between a parnu and a pernu Is testicles and knees, you think the whole Nazi thing was just like a wildness.
Speaker 5:I said juice. I said juice, never bring me juice.
Speaker 4:That's where the umlaut does come into play.
Speaker 2:Hitler was just like fuck. I really got myself in deep. I guess I just gotta go.
Speaker 5:Commit to the bit Everyone seems to be behind it, I guess, okay, wow, a lot of these guys are really about what I just said.
Speaker 2:All right well let's go for it. I'm terrible at this. Back to this poster. Arriving in Boneville, Georgia, in June of 2002, this transient object entered local space-time within the Boneville United Methodist Church during a church service. Attendees of the service, who were judgmental, described the object floating down from the apex of the ceiling during the singing of he Is Exalted. So yeah, it's what it is. It's a fucking.
Speaker 4:Well, he's singing a song about OJ Simpson.
Speaker 5:Am I right Way God?
Speaker 1:damn it Did y'all just high five OJ.
Speaker 5:I think that's what just happened.
Speaker 2:I just didn't realize it. That was also a wild misunderstanding.
Speaker 1:I don't know where we fall in the line of things anymore. No, I said, if the glove does not fit.
Speaker 4:I did it. That's what I said. Yeah, If I did it.
Speaker 2:That's what I said, if I did it.
Speaker 1:Can you imagine writing a book called If I Did it, that's ballsy, it's fucking ballsy.
Speaker 5:You know what you have.
Speaker 1:That's what that is. You know what you have. I know what I have. You know what you've done.
Speaker 2:Brush of Azure. Anyway, brush of Azure. Cascade Railway Company press. Oh, anyway, brush of azure. Cascade railway company press release. It's a picture of a document background. Headquartered in cascade, uh, new hampshire, the cascade railway company served much of new england and parts of canada discovery. Ironically, the city this transient object arrived in was founded in 1889 on a rail spur of the georgia pacific railway. Despite the nature of the object, there is no empirical evidence that suggests that the object's arrival in this city is anything more than a coincidence. Multiple studies have been conducted to determine that if a transient object's arrival location has any direct connection to the object itself. To determine I fucked that up real hard have been conducted to determine if a transient object's arrival location has any direct connection to the object itself. However, the only factor that appears to influence arrival location is the site of redacted termination. Um, you know, I don't think I donination.
Speaker 5:You know, I don't think anyone will notice, because I don't think anyone called attention to it.
Speaker 2:Well, I did. Oh shit, I own my mistakes all right. Listen, I don't just sweep things under the transnational rug.
Speaker 5:You look them in the face and you suck them off.
Speaker 2:Exactly. I assert dominance. Anyway, this is a longish document that's dated June 15th 1992 for immediate release. Cascade Railway Company announces expansion to serve Eastern Seaboard. Cascade Railway Company, a pioneer in innovative freight solutions, is announcing a historical expansion of its rail network. After two decades of service to the New England region and parts of Canada, primarily supporting the Mars Colony mission and the construction of the Kobayashi Rose orbital platform via service to the Cape Elizabeth Space Center, cascade Railway Company is extending its routes to serve the eastern seaboard. This expansion marks a new chapter in the company's storied history. Established in 1972, cascade Railway Company played a crucial role in transporting freight for the Mars Colony mission, ensuring the successful delivery of supplies for the launch of humanity's first permanent settlement on Mars. Additionally, the company's logistical support was instrumental in the construction of the Kobayashi Rose orbital platform, which humanity's focus was on the stars, towards a renewed focus on terrestrial growth. Here at home, where we belong, we are committed to enhancing connectivity and fostering economic growth along the eastern seaboard. The expansion promises to increase efficiency in freight delivery along the east coast, providing a reliable and cost-effective alternative to air and road transportation. The new routes are set to be fully operational by early 1993.
Speaker 2:That is a lot of words to say the same fucking thing three times. Big old crack in my mouth. But basically what we're learning here is that whatever timeline this shit's coming from was real far ahead in space exploration. Oh yeah, oh yeah. Timeline this shit's coming from was real far ahead in space exploration. Oh yeah, oh yeah. Um, and this railway it was was transporting parts to send us to mars. Fuck, I wonder what elon musk is up to in this timeline oh, scamming another company it's already been done.
Speaker 2:I'm just gonna jump right into the alt right I'm just gonna start with that.
Speaker 1:Start there, he's the hitler of this and go further, gotcha.
Speaker 5:There's that one game where you get to have sex with him, or something like that.
Speaker 2:I know you did so. That's the end of my section.
Speaker 5:Well, it's funny you say that cause are you ready to talk a whole bunch more, matt?
Speaker 2:Oh boy sure Fucking am Actually.
Speaker 5:The next one we get is another Ext log, um, and this one's gonna go back to our very good friends claude and hallie. Um, yeah, I muted the tab, hey actually concentrate reese is in this one too, oh we have a special guest in this one spg spg okay, well, if you guys are ready, we'll, we'll push this little black disc into our big open slot and we will get going.
Speaker 4:I didn't like it at all.
Speaker 5:Well then, you're not going to like how it feels you ready?
Speaker 2:I don't think I want my own anymore.
Speaker 3:November 10th 1999. Cape Elizabeth Space Center, maine. 1 of 16. The loop opens. Hallie lays on a cold, smooth floor inside the Cape Elizabeth Space Center. This time she lays there on her own volition. She stares up at a ceiling that fades into the darkness, making it appear infinitely high. We take refuge here as we await, avoiding the rainstorm outside. Water creeps through the small cracks in the ceiling. Occasionally One finds her face. She instinctively turns her head away, only to have another land directly in her ear. She squirms as the water navigates its way through her ear canal.
Speaker 3:A train makes its presence known in the distance its horn echoing through the hills beyond the boundaries of this now derelict facility.
Speaker 4:My head hurts.
Speaker 3:Perhaps you hit your head when you arrived.
Speaker 4:What? No, I'm just. I'm trying to make sense of all this.
Speaker 3:She takes a second. There are so many questions running through that little mind of hers. She calculates which question is best to ask first. What is her priority? Who's looking for me? We have a winner. Reese has been looking for you for a long time, patiently waiting for you to arrive.
Speaker 4:You do realize how creepy that sounds, don't you? You keep saying that Arrive, who brought me here and how did you know that I would be there? This doesn't make any sense.
Speaker 3:I think it would be best if you allowed him to tell you he has the benefit of forging a more human connection before explaining such things. She buries her head in her hands. A droplet of salty liquid descends out of her eyeball. Would you like me to console you? She wipes away the salty liquid with her shirt sleeve, pretending that I haven't been taking in every little detail. She stands up quickly and begins to pace around the cavernous room. What, oh?
Speaker 4:I'm fine. So what's the cavernous room? What? Oh, I'm fine. So what's the deal with this place?
Speaker 3:anyway, the Cape Elizabeth Space Center was built in 1984 and operated until 1991. Its primary purpose during its early years was to supply materials for the construction of the Kobayashi Rose orbital platform. Later, the presence of the nearby train line served the Cascade Railway Company made it a valuable location for the construction of the Mars Colony mission. She rolls her now-dry eyes back into her skull.
Speaker 4:Right, of course. Everything makes perfect sense now. Thank you, claude.
Speaker 3:Uh, sarcasm, my favorite trait of the species. Fuck you, claude.
Speaker 4:So do you think we can get some power in here? It's dark, and that little light of yours doesn't do much.
Speaker 3:This is the Vehicle Assembly Building. You'll likely need to enter the attached administration building to find a power source.
Speaker 4:Okay, then let's go.
Speaker 3:Hallie walks across the massive structure. This was once filled with a launch vehicle, a monument to what was once humanity's most profound goal. Now, of course, it's empty and every single footstep reverberates around the giant walls. She finds a door. Patches of bare metal, once hidden by red paint, have been revealed over the years.
Speaker 4:Look Administration. Is he enough?
Speaker 3:Hallie opens the door moving from the large open space of the assembly building to a more confined area of old offices. Much of the furniture remains. Filing cabinets line the outer walls with desks arranged into small clusters in the middle of the room. This would be where members of the International Organization of Space Exploration and Technology had their offices.
Speaker 4:Oh, of course, the International Organization of Whatever you just said. Right, it does look like they left some things behind.
Speaker 3:She rifles through the drawers, moving quickly through them. The majority of them are empty, but she finds one drawer and a desk that has a folder full of documents. She pulls a pile out but is focused on one in particular. Wow, she pauses for a moment, taking in this world that she's never seen before.
Speaker 4:It's a map. It's marked with all the Damn. There's a lot of these facilities.
Speaker 3:There has to be 50 of them at least 77, actually, many of them were located in what we call the occlusion zones.
Speaker 4:Yeah, I see them marked here.
Speaker 3:Yes, the supersonic territory, if you'd like to know the more widely used term. She wanders before I can delve into that topic further. Perhaps it's best that we leave the nature of that place for another time. She continues down a corridor, using my powerful light to reveal a large area, the visitor's center, a small closet, marked electrical, is here. It reminds me of Reese's makeshift laboratory in the attic, though it's far neater. Colorful wires are stapled to the wall in an orderly, rainbow-like fashion, many of them coming from a massive circuit breaker box with a large red lever, like the arm on a slot machine.
Speaker 4:Thinks this will do the trick.
Speaker 3:She grabs the lever with some force and moves it into the on position, everything in the building comes alive, clicking and humming to life with a series of beeps and boops Perfect. The lights flicker on and the visitor's center is now basked in the artificial glow of fluorescent tubes attached to the ceiling.
Speaker 4:Wow.
Speaker 3:Look at all of this. On a large curved wall, behind what was once the front desk of the visitor's center, is a large painting, a mural. The large white star of the International Organization of Space Exploration and Technology logo sits in the center, surrounded by a collage of paintings depicting important events in relevant history. They blend into each other gracefully. It is a massive piece of art that envelops her, and she utilizes the entire range of her neck to view the work in its entirety. It appears to be a timeline of sorts Humanity's journey into space.
Speaker 3:She moves towards the mural and her eyes fixate on the far left side. That is John F Kennedy, president of the United States from 1961 until his assassination in 1963. He is an instrumental figure in humanity's quest to land on the moon. She walks right but keeps her eyes on the former president, studying him. Her eyes move to the painting of an astronaut standing on the surface of the moon. This is Neil Armstrong, who became the first human to set foot on the moon in July of 1969. The astronaut receives a similar long stare. Perhaps he's familiar to her, but as she makes her way further right, she looks puzzled, confused at the images in front of her. Her eyes dart around the right half of the mural like a child in a place she hasn't seen before.
Speaker 4:How about all of this on the right?
Speaker 3:The collage transitions from the gray of the lunar surface to the deep black of space, with the Kobayashi Rose orbital platform on display, and then to the rusty hues of Mars, where two figures proudly stand with an American flag. That's Miroslava Marazov and Jeffrey Raines, the first humans to arrive on Mars in 1978. The final work was a wide-angle portrait of a valley on Mars with an enormous dome structure, full of people and lush green vegetation. Two humans in spacesuits look towards the dome holding hands and, finally, the future, their home, more specifically, one that never came to pass the colony mission to Mars, launched on July 7th of 1988. 732 people were on board, including those two shown here. Regrettably, all contact was lost that's horrible.
Speaker 4:Who were they?
Speaker 3:Alan Trinchard and Dorothy Ross. Hallie is quiet, reflective. There is so much she doesn't know. It must be hard for such a limited brain to comprehend the nature of her existence in this world. She continues on in silence, walking down corridors, curiously following signs for a command center. At the end of the trail she finds herself in a room with large banks of desks, all facing what was once an enormous grid of now-dead visual displays.
Speaker 3:She finds a rack unit full of radio equipment headsets with built-in microphones are strewn about and a red coffee mug with an International Organization of Space Exploration and Technology logo remains on the desk. The liquid is all but evaporated. A ring of long dried grounds is all that remains.
Speaker 4:Do you think this stuff still works?
Speaker 3:Hallie flips the power switch on the rack and a bust of static comes through. Two large speakers adhered to the wall. She turns a few dials and one of them moves to the receiver across the range of frequencies. As she approaches 2,290 MHz, the static starts to clear and a strong signal prevails. That's strange 2,290 MHz. That's strange 2,290 megahertz. This frequency was once used for deep space communications, specifically interplanetary communications.
Speaker 4:It's music.
Speaker 1:It is music.
Speaker 3:What the fuck? Before I can even begin to try and analyze the origin of the strange signal, he arrives. Hallie jumps back, startled by his sudden arrival. She knocks on the red coffee cup off of the table and it shatters on the floor. He stands at the doorway disheveled as he typically is, his hair in an odd assortment of slightly different lengths. It's enough for anyone to notice, but not enough for him to care.
Speaker 1:What the fuck man, who are you? Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. It's from a Classica record Banned now, naturally, but I've still got my copy. Keep that between us. Hello Reese. Hi Claude, you got the power on. I see we should probably turn off the external lights. We don't want to draw any unwanted attention do we?
Speaker 3:His eyes glance over to Hallie and she takes a step away, you're the person looking for me. He nods.
Speaker 1:My name is Reese Arthur Reese, but you're free to call me Reese, everyone does. I don't give a fuck what I should call you I don't know who you are. Yes, of course.
Speaker 3:It only makes sense. Reese inhales deeply, searching for a way to begin.
Speaker 1:I can't believe you're here. You should take a seat. Take a seat right over here.
Speaker 4:Both of you just love beating around the bush, don't you?
Speaker 3:Hallie walks towards Reese and her face ends up mere inches away from his. She whispers Don't Right now, let's go. He smiles and takes a seat in the rolling chair near the radio unit. He motions towards her, suggesting that she says as well, it takes her a moment, but she reluctantly agrees.
Speaker 1:Do you remember anything before you arrived on Peaks Island?
Speaker 3:She shakes her head. No, he takes a small notebook out of his shirt pocket, then flips past countless doodles and diagrams to find a clean blank page.
Speaker 4:Let me start at the beginning our whole universe was in that podcast my favorite is probably the malfunctions on Claude's end.
Speaker 5:Those are the fucking that's error rebooting and no wrong.
Speaker 5:So that is the uh, the next um issue, the next episode season series, who knows of? It's called extraction in the databanks, but if you look at the tab, it's called the garden and that has references to one of the articles Mike was talking about in the last part. Yeah, I forget what it was called, but it's there Garden, garden. But yeah, that's all we get for this third extraction log. After that we go on to something called looping arrowhead 0-3-5-7-4-9 looping arrowhead. And this seems to be just a fucking shirt, an orange shirt space camp 1989, cape.
Speaker 2:Elizabeth Space Center.
Speaker 5:IOSET, and you can see that definition on the bottom of the shirt. Um background. The Cape Elizabeth Space Center was home to summer, to a summer camp for children. Campers would stay for five nights and take part in activities inspired by real astronaut training programs. For an extra fee, campers could travel to Bailey Station for an additional three-night stay. Sick Bailey Station is one that you're going to want to remember. It's pretty fucking important in this story series. Conglomeration.
Speaker 3:It's in a crater.
Speaker 1:It's a fucking hole on the moon.
Speaker 5:East of Kalamazoo's city center is Morrow Lake. This transient object arrived below the surface of the lake and quickly made it to the bottom. Though a dive team was required to redacted the object, it was easily located on the lake floor In a supplementary note made by the field recovery technician. The dive to the lake's floor revealed a submerged Chevrolet redacted tracks no human remains were seen inside.
Speaker 5:Therefore, the car was not disturbed and local authorities were not contacted. Keep that in mind, Rude, yeah, but the pictures you can see the front and the back of the shirt. It's a fucking shirt. It says send your kids to another galaxy Pumpkin shirt, which you know. That's great advice, if we're being honest.
Speaker 2:Just watch them in space.
Speaker 5:Next we're going to go on to 082522, Stellar Oculism. This is so in in this there are five different images. What looks like something called the new monthly science digest. Um, it's the august 1987 issue. A little bit of background. The uh new was a monthly magazine that focused on stories related to popular and or interesting scientific topics around the world.
Speaker 5:The August 1987 issue issues headline story put the spotlight on the small town of redacted Nope, oh Vondo, oh Vondo, Montana. This is Jesus Christ. This is of importance to the field studies Institute as it has a redacted located, redacted of located, redacted of Ovando in local space-time. Additionally, the article describes specific redacted properties of Ovando that appear to be closely linked to the redacted Bigfoot of the Moonshot Motel. This object arrived a few yards off the side of the road on Highway 185. There are no other notes regarding its arrival. Other issues of Newell Monthly Science Digest have been recovered and may be cataloged in future batch files. So the interesting thing about this is its cover story is something called lost stars the strange case of a small town in montana and you're reading all that.
Speaker 5:No, I'm gonna tl the dr the fuck out of this. Um, it's got three separate pages of the inside of a magazine and it's called the lost stars and I will tldr this for you. Basically, a couple of people write about their experiences traveling. They're teachers, they go on sabbatical, they travel, they travel, they travel. They come across this town of Ovando. When they get there, they notice the stars are like hyper, fucking bright. It was impactful enough to create this memory, this core memory, in their heads.
Speaker 5:Their sabbatical goes by and they decide you know what? I don't the that place, ovando, the stars there, they, they, they spoke to me like they, they, they called me almost. So they go back and they set up equipment to study the stars there because they were so fucking bright. Well, as they're studying them, they find that stars are one by one, very kind, not I wouldn't say slowly over the course of I don't know a galaxy's fucking life, but according to ours, they slowly start to like blink out of existence, one by one. Um, and turns out, they, they, they leave, they come back again and, yes, they're right, it's, they're disappearing at a even more rapid rate and eventually we get to the end of this whole thing.
Speaker 5:There are some details that are kind, that are that are important to some other stories that are going on with this whole thing, but this article, specifically, essentially ends up telling us that if we don't like, if we don't figure this out, or if there's anything that we can do, if we don't, we won't be able to see any stars by 1999. That's strange. It's 2024. I see stars all the time. I don't know what the fuck.
Speaker 2:They're not real. It's part of the projector on the hologram. It's holes and the dark tart the dark tart, the dark tart, um dark.
Speaker 4:The dark tart. The dark tart goes over the that goes over the earth.
Speaker 5:Yeah, oh, that's right, correct. Covered in glitter. Um, oh, yeah, okay, after this we go on to guess what. Another employee log, number 11 um, this one's. I got it, you got it. Okay, I will let you handle this one entirely tape l ashford, day 20th 2024.
Speaker 4:Hey, listen, I just wanted to apologize. This place has really been, I don't know, bringing out the worst in me lately. I realize now that all people, I realize now that, of all people, I'm not in a position to question why anyone should or shouldn't give a shit about something. It's not an excuse. The job makes me feel like I have no control. It's like Even if I did care, what difference would it make? I'm just going to get another batch archive and upload. Enos is wherever the fuck he is. Is he even a real person? Anyway, I'm not good at shit like this, so I'm just going to stop while I think I'm ahead before I say something dumb to undo it all. Sorry, t sugar sugar.
Speaker 5:Um, yeah, that's, that's all we get out of this employee log. Um, thank you so much, field studies institute, for sending us these worthwhile tapes. Um, I will say some of them do have some pretty fun stuff in them and they do tie some things together. But I'm gonna be honest, at this point in time I still don't have a fully clear picture about what's going on. It's very vague. Um makes total sense to me. Oh well, matt will. Matt will explain it all at the end of this episode. Yes, I will get um. So we're gonna move on Carbon Hatchery. And this is an IOSET launch schedule. If you'll remember, ioset is the International Organization of Space Exploration and Technology. So this is a 1990 launch schedule, revised. The International Organization of Space Exploration and Technology, or IOSET, began as a collaboration between major world space agencies, largely led by the United States, the Soviet Union.
Speaker 2:India.
Speaker 5:France and Argentina. Across the world, ioset has become the preeminent agency responsible for the planning and operation of launch facilities and space and aeronautics research. This transient object's arrival in the Ecuadorian Amazon presented a rare challenge, not only due to the rough terrain, but also due to the indigenous Kichwa people who lived in the area preferred to remain in isolation While notes provided by the field recovery technician were scant. The object was eventually retrieved and cataloged by the Field Studies Institute in December of 1976. This is basically a. So it's for the Cape Elizabeth team and it's basically a resignation letter. I don't know if it's a forced resignation letter or someone got fired or what, but it's essentially saying like hey, the teams are changing, figure it the fuck out. And we have a nice little quote by HG Wells the choice is the universe or nothing. Um, the first page. The first page is literally just the, the, the schedule itself, going from February 14th all the way to December 2nd. Um, the only thing of note for these is um, like the.
Speaker 4:The items in question, like the first one from february, is an unproved rose or yeah, it's an uncrewed payload delivery to kobayashi you know, the guy who ate all the hot dogs. Yeah, orbital platform they sent more hot dogs up to him in space, right? Yeah, that's really, it is just like where these are going.
Speaker 5:Uh, the only one that I thought was actually interesting was the one that simply says dod surveillance classified, like that's it. The rest are they. They add more information to things we've already heard about and they tie some things together, but other than that this seems almost like just a, a hingent document on the other.
Speaker 1:Wait did that say Omicron per CIA aid. It sure did Lur Lur. I mean DOD classified Omicron Lur, Omicron per CIA.
Speaker 5:Lur. Um. That is all we get for the IOSAT launch schedule, also known as carbon hatchery. Next, we get another blog, another tape, another tape. We get another blog, another tape. Another tape from the Field Studies Institute, tape T Novak.
Speaker 4:Can I ask you something? Maybe Sugar? Is it a stupid question?
Speaker 2:Aren't you 15?
Speaker 4:Maybe, Sugar.
Speaker 5:Maybe Is it a stupid question. Definitely Perfect Shoot. What brought you here?
Speaker 4:Well T, when two people love each other. I'm just kidding. To the Institute, I'm 15. Aside from the high hourly pay, stellar benefits, inspirational management and the true calling that every little girl dreams of to digitize old, useless shit. I guess I sort of fell into it. I needed a job. Bad, you ever get that feeling that you have no skills to offer anyone Imposter syndrome. I guess I still feel that way a little bit. Anyway, I was applying to anything and everything. I combed through job boards and after a while I wasn't even looking at what I was applying for. The Fuel Studies Institute just happened to be on the list. When I interviewed, they told me that I'd spend 97% of my time alone. I thought that was weird, weird, but good, I'm okay with being alone. And what about you, man of mystery, austin Powers? What brought you here? Hey, circling back, as they say you there.
Speaker 5:Um can uh. Can you keep a secret?
Speaker 3:No.
Speaker 2:Hmm.
Speaker 4:Hmm, Nah, I can't dude. Matt, are you ready to talk a fuckload more? Yeah, bud, yeah boy.
Speaker 2:Sorry, claude, do you?
Speaker 4:want me to take over?
Speaker 3:Yeah, boy, no New year, new me. The last section we get is another extraction log, again labeled as garden. New year, new me. The last section we get is another extraction log Again labeled as garden New Year, new Claude.
Speaker 5:But yeah, let's go check in on our buddy Claude. Let's see what he's doing, who he's being a dick to today.
Speaker 2:Probably the same.
Speaker 3:November 10th 1999. Cape Elizabeth Space Center, maine. I arrive in an archaic place.
Speaker 1:All of this that's happening to you. It happened to me too Many years ago. Now I know what you're going through.
Speaker 3:Reese rotates his notebook so the page is horizontal in front of him. Starting at the left edge, he draws a long straight line that ends right in the middle of the page. He points to the left end of the line and follows it right as he speaks.
Speaker 1:In 1935, I was born in Atlantic City. I had a fine childhood from everything that I could find. I did my undergraduate work at Rutgers and then I went on to study physics at Princeton. My undergraduate work at Rutgers and then I went on to study physics at Princeton.
Speaker 4:Aside from the fact that I don't remember most of that, all normal right 1935?.
Speaker 3:That'll make you. You don't look like you're in your 60s. He nods and draws what looks like a bullet point at the end of the line, then surrounding it slowly in a steady, hypnotizing circle as he continues.
Speaker 1:In the summer of 1969, I was selected by the Department of Defense to lead a team of researchers. They called it Project Soma. What were you researching? The short answer. I don't really know what it was.
Speaker 3:She tells her head towards the side, indicating her disappointment in this answer.
Speaker 1:I can only tell you what I've been able to piece together. It was an object.
Speaker 4:Object A bowling ball, an air freshener, what do you mean? An object.
Speaker 1:No, it was nothing you, or anyone else for that matter, has ever seen before. It was an object with incredible capabilities.
Speaker 3:He looks back down at his notebook and hovers his pen right above the bullet point.
Speaker 1:It was the night of New Year's Eve. Something happened to me that night. What I'm about to tell you sounds impossible.
Speaker 3:He takes a deep breath and then draws a large X over the bullet point it is impossible.
Speaker 1:I died that night.
Speaker 3:Hallie stares at Reese expressionless. He moves his pen to the right a few inches and begins a new line. He writes 1986, at his left edge, leaving a very significant and representative gap in the middle of this timeline.
Speaker 1:My body was found in the same building where we were studying the object. Yet somehow, 16 years later, I woke up in the middle of a high school baseball field in Indiana with no recollection of who I was. I found the first person I could find to try and figure out well, anything, who I was, where I was, when I was. But no matter what anyone told me, sometimes you just know that you don't belong.
Speaker 3:Rhys nods looking down at his notebook.
Speaker 1:Some things have come back to me over time. Different things trigger my memory. It might be a smell, a voice, a photograph, but it's taken years. Sorry, ruth, there's more. The night they found me.
Speaker 3:He looks up and stares right into her eyes.
Speaker 1:They found someone else too.
Speaker 3:She pauses breathing and it's as if every single cell in her body is motionless. What did they find? But before he can explain, my audio sensors detect another presence in the facility Reese, I hear it.
Speaker 1:We need to leave.
Speaker 4:Warning you are trespassing on government property. Exit the building now. This is your final warning.
Speaker 3:The warnings are thick, heavily synthesized voices that are nearly impossible to understand. What the hell is that?
Speaker 1:It's a wire walker, claude. What? Yes, not now. Haley, claude, find us a way out. Claude, a little help here.
Speaker 4:What is that thing?
Speaker 3:They are the Center for the Decommissioning of Off-Earth Technologies. Synthetic Patrol Force.
Speaker 4:Like space police, sort of space cop.
Speaker 1:More like no space police. I'll explain later, but right now we need to get away from here.
Speaker 3:There is an emergency exit at the end of the corridor that led us here. Haley, do you?
Speaker 1:see it. He exit at the end of the corridor that led us here. Hayley, do you see?
Speaker 3:it. He points to the end of the hallway where a brightly lit exit sign is in place Above the door.
Speaker 4:Yes, I see it.
Speaker 1:Okay, stick with me. Three, two, one run. We all just yell at the same time.
Speaker 3:They both sprint towards the door and just as they're exposed on the wide corridor, a wire walker makes the turn around the corner behind them.
Speaker 4:Do not attempt to escape. You are to be detained by order of US Federal Code 1994, Title 77, Subtitle 41. Lined.
Speaker 3:Before the wire walker can finish his warning, Reese and Hallie burst through the door and out into the rain. The weather hasn't let up a bit. Enormous globules of water splash down on both of them, and the wide open space around the facility provides no cover. A train horn pushes air in the distance.
Speaker 4:Holy shit, now where do we go?
Speaker 1:Just keep moving. You see that wooded area ahead of us. We need to get there Now. Where do we go? Just keep moving. You see that wooded area ahead of us.
Speaker 3:We need to get there. They get to the tree line and the tall canopy of pines above them thins out the thick rain droplets into a fine spray. The wire walker's audio system plays another scripted warning, but outside, without the aid of the reverberation of the walls. It sounds like it's coming from a tin can. But there's many of them and despite their substandard sound quality, a chorus of them is still quite startling to Hallie and Reese.
Speaker 4:Warning we won't mind. You Do not resist.
Speaker 1:Stay down and do not move. They're not that smart. Maybe we can hide from them in here, do you hear that, hear what.
Speaker 3:It's a train. I search my local databank for further information. It's a train belonging to the Cascade Railway Company. Based on its direction, it's headed south, but I cannot determine much more than that without being connected to a network.
Speaker 4:Yes, a train. We need to get on that train and get the hell out of here.
Speaker 1:No chance. Are you serious? How are we going to get on that train? We don't even know where it's going.
Speaker 4:We jump it, and right now isn't away from here, a perfectly suitable destination.
Speaker 3:Reese rubs his temples with his thumb and middle finger.
Speaker 1:Fine. I cross the tracks on my way in.
Speaker 3:They're this way. If we're doing this, we need to go now. Rhys starts a slow jog towards the rail line, carefully calculating his approach angle to intercept the train. Hallie follows closely behind him. They weave their way through the thick forest, each of their feet making a distinct squish as tiny droplets of water are squeezed out of their saturated socks with each step.
Speaker 1:Hurry, we're getting closer.
Speaker 3:Reese picks up speed. As he recalculates the optimal angle and speed with each bound, the train horn blows again. This time it's close and loud and terrifying. Reese yells back out of breath. Are you sure you're good to do this? Allie picks up speed and moves past him, positions herself parallel to the moving train and jumps on.
Speaker 3:She yells back at him. I'm sure Reese is only a step behind, mirroring her entrance into the train. He makes it, but he's completely out of breath now and gulps in air as deep and as fast as he can. And then hours pass Outside of the massive piece of metal hurtling down the railway, it's silent. The sun begins to rise to our left. I try to understand why we haven't yet discussed the music playing on an old space communications frequency, but it appears more pressing matters have arisen. We will get back to it eventually, I presume. Finally she speaks.
Speaker 4:So you're dead, but you're sitting here in front of me. Who are you then? Ghost, a ghost.
Speaker 3:Rhys rubs his unshaven face and scratches at his beard.
Speaker 1:I don't believe in ghosts, you better.
Speaker 4:Because you're in one.
Speaker 1:So then, what are you? I don't know what I am. I'm just as much as you don't know what you are.
Speaker 4:You died.
Speaker 3:But you're dead. This is the most stressed I've seen her. Her face is buried in her hands as she pulls down on the skin between her nose and her eyes and takes deep, labored breaths.
Speaker 4:How does that make sense? I've been trying to figure that out, hallie. And why me? Why have you been looking for me? I don't even belong here. I don't understand how I got here or how I fit into any of this.
Speaker 3:He stares out past the confines of the train. The sun rises farther, gently illuminating the world around him in a faint yellow hue.
Speaker 1:I know, listen, the night that I died. When they found me, they found someone with me, a girl. I've dug down into. I've dug down into some deep, dark places over the last ten years to figure out who she was, and I found a name.
Speaker 3:He knows, she knows, and all he can do is nod along as she pieces this impossible scenario together in her head.
Speaker 1:Her name was Hallie.
Speaker 3:She doesn't respond, sixteen seconds pass before she says another word.
Speaker 4:So I'm like you then.
Speaker 3:He looks down at the ground, passing below his feet A mix of gravel and steel and wood.
Speaker 1:No, that's what I thought too, but no.
Speaker 3:His eyes lock on hers.
Speaker 1:You're different.
Speaker 5:What I've done, but yeah, that is the end of the third Alright thanks for coming out y'all. Okay, that is the end of the third. Is it third or fourth?
Speaker 1:Either way, it's a third episode, part two, part Part two of.
Speaker 5:Extraction Episode three, also known as the Garden. So that's, we've been reading these logs between Hallie Reese and Claude who's a fucking dick? Extraction.
Speaker 2:Episode 3. Also known as the Garden. So that's Half-Life 2 Part 3.
Speaker 5:We've been reading these logs between Hallie Reese and Claude who's a fucking dick. But that's where this ends and unfortunately, we have to wait for this beautiful counter to reach zero days 14 days, 2 hours, 21 minutes and one second.
Speaker 4:And when this comes out, it'll come out like when this does.
Speaker 2:Right as that happens.
Speaker 4:We'll see if we're doing a part four or not.
Speaker 5:We might as well, just plan on that.
Speaker 4:Yeah right.
Speaker 5:We're so close to it, it will.
Speaker 4:Yep.
Speaker 2:It will come out the day that we would be recording part four, so maybe We'll see.
Speaker 1:So we'll do exactly this. We'll come here, we'll just read all the logs, all the riff, yeah.
Speaker 5:I come here, we'll just read all the logs. I'm enjoying this whole. We're all kind of learning this together.
Speaker 4:What are we thinking this is about so far. If you could TLDR what's going on.
Speaker 5:There's a lot of moving parts here. I will say that.
Speaker 1:Someone didn't do the first part Clearly.
Speaker 5:Expert opinion.
Speaker 1:From just like an outside source looking in. Uh, right now it seems like we're just in the middle of a uh, almost like an action story yeah stuffed inside of an scp. Yes, stuffed inside of like a, what I'd almost call like. I don't want to call it analog horror, because it's not quite there, but it's almost there.
Speaker 5:It's like if scp took place in the dean verse. It yeah, I it's like a one-off of a one-off of a one-off. I don't know what to call this.
Speaker 1:I don't know, I don't know I mean, yeah, so we got.
Speaker 2:we got these people who are part of this research thing that I suppose is in some alternate universe that matches our timeline, except for the fact that this exists, or maybe this is supposed to exist in our timeline and we don't know about it, or it did exist in our timeline and got moved to another one.
Speaker 2:Or something timeline and got moved to another one or something. But it seems like all of these things that are showing up from some whatever parallel timeline is like, accidentally smashing into ours periodically, is the same one. So it seems like there's two timelines that are running parallel, that are crossing over periodically, and it seems like our main character here, reese, is one of those things that accidentally got yeeted from one universe to another when they slam together do you think?
Speaker 1:do you think? Well, actually, where did he say he woke up in a baseball, a high school baseball high school baseball field in evansville, indiana, interesting. I wonder, Actually hold on. Let me look up one thing real quick.
Speaker 2:He was on the east coast of the United States. Where's?
Speaker 1:the carbon he was in.
Speaker 2:New.
Speaker 5:Jersey, I think.
Speaker 2:And then he just showed up in.
Speaker 5:Indiana, are you talking about the?
Speaker 1:Where's the map?
Speaker 5:I'm the map. That was just for Florida.
Speaker 4:That wouldn't, have to do with Indiana.
Speaker 2:I'm the map. I'm the map.
Speaker 1:It has the whole United States on it.
Speaker 5:And Indiana. If you'll remember, is a part of Florida.
Speaker 4:I choose not to believe that.
Speaker 2:It's basically the Florida of the Midwest, you're not wrong?
Speaker 1:It doesn't actually go up to Indiana.
Speaker 4:It doesn't actually go up to Indiana.
Speaker 1:Mike was waiting to do that. Oh yeah, absolutely I didn't know. I saw the whole fucking half of it.
Speaker 5:I was trying to you got the panhandle there, guy.
Speaker 1:You could have been like hey, I know for sure, but yeah, so I was going to say maybe there was one of those decommissioned, oh the exclusion zones. But there's not, so I guess we'll have to wait for part 3 this whole thing sucks.
Speaker 5:It's stupid. I don't really know what exactly is going on here. I enjoy it, unlike Doug who thinks it's stupid and it sucks.
Speaker 4:I'm having a fun time.
Speaker 1:I think I may actually listen to our first episode.
Speaker 4:I think it's just a good idea it's nice because it's drastically different from what we've been covering.
Speaker 5:I agree this is more of a hide and seek of weirdities this gives me fucking meat meat sleep no flesh pit, flesh pit vibes
Speaker 2:for sure, the brochures. Do we have any fucking idea who is doing this?
Speaker 4:I america kind of do uh, I got like a name, but I want to save that for the end end. Um, this is, we're doing a part three I'll leave.
Speaker 1:You're holding on us anus. Yeah, you mean apart for? Yeah, I honestly I had a name.
Speaker 4:I didn't write it down, I forgot it, but I have a name somewhere. Um my name was said. It's all I really got, so I'll look more into it once, if we do it wow, riveting you like that shit hard. Yeah, I'll do a part in journalism, I'll cover the author if we do a part four, if you're, if you're listening to this and you're the responsible nobody's listening to this.
Speaker 1:Nobody's listening to this, which is true. If you made this, can you send us a box? We reached out. Send us a box, please.
Speaker 2:I gave my home address to you also we've basically quality, shared your website at this point and I got a couple notes please, if you want to know what those are I mean, I mean we, basically there is just a couple words missing yeah, and also the colors are wrong on my page I agree uh, yeah, if you want to stop being a fucking idiot, uh, reach out yeah yeah
Speaker 4:uh, all in all, though, I never make mistakes yeah, I don't know if I don't know if we'll keep covering this in the future or not.
Speaker 4:We're gonna find out um when that we probably won't if part three sucks ass yeah, we'll see what happens, but honestly, all in all, if we don't end up covering it and this is the last bit I have to say about it I'm just saying I'm really happy that I found this because, again, it's something very different and, um, all in all, just relatively interesting, like it it definitely. When was last time we covered something that was just a random website with a story built into it?
Speaker 4:you know, I need I need more of this. Yeah, exactly, I would love to find more things like this that's not just like youtube, shit, like it's been a while since we covered something that's not youtube or twitter, which yeah, uh, uh isn't necessarily me saying we're running out of media platforms online to cover horror.
Speaker 1:It's not necessarily me saying that I hate those things. We're running out of media platforms online to cover horror.
Speaker 4:It's not necessarily me saying that I hate those things In fact, I love the YouTube shit that I find but it's just a nice breath of fresh air finding something that's not YouTube adjacent.
Speaker 2:I like this because yeah, yeah.
Speaker 1:I like it yeah.
Speaker 2:Nah it's, it's like an ARG, but there's no sandbox edition really you just, yeah, it's arg like, it's like, uh, there's a bunch of shit here and you have to look at it all to kind of piece together what's going on.
Speaker 4:But you don't have to think too hard about it and, yeah, there's no hidden coat. They give you everything you need.
Speaker 1:I like when story uh progress story and then I know story and not numbers.
Speaker 4:Progress story yeah, I like when I don't have to solve a hexadecimal binary. Who's the what's it? Wing ding cipher.
Speaker 3:Just give me all the info and let me read it.
Speaker 1:Have a good time in me, daddy, I like when a cipher doesn't lead to murder, and then murder leads to another cipher.
Speaker 2:Yeah.
Speaker 4:Yeah, but all in all.
Speaker 2:Did we figure out, did we fill out form 77?
Speaker 4:We did Mm-hmm, it's just a Consult with your manager if you have any questions.
Speaker 5:Yeah, mike filled it out. Yeah, oh, sick.
Speaker 4:It's just, if you complete certain tasks, they'll send you rewards. And is this not a task, oh sick.
Speaker 1:It's just if you complete certain tasks, they'll send you rewards.
Speaker 5:Is this not rewarding enough? This is a task. Reward the powers that be here we will be receiving our own field studies.
Speaker 4:Just like you will be receiving information from me about our places that you can find us, which is like deludycom patreoncom slash deludypod. All our socials you can find on link patreoncom slash deludypod. All our socials you can find on linktreecom slash deludypod. And our website. But you can find us everywhere on the Twitter, on the Facebook, on the Instagram on the threads on the Pornhub. You can find us on the OF. You can find us everywhere. You can also Zanga. Delonelyfans is what we'd be called.
Speaker 1:Yeah, the.
Speaker 4:Lonely Fans.
Speaker 1:You can also. We should make a MySpace. We tried, it didn't work.
Speaker 5:It didn't take, oh really.
Speaker 2:Yeah, it wouldn't let me. I will. I made a Deluty MySpace, but it wouldn't let me upload any pictures to it, so I gave up.
Speaker 4:Yeah, it was being very weird, the fuck. Tom.
Speaker 1:Anyway, it's our usual login stuff.
Speaker 4:But also you can go to our Gmail for inquiries it's deletedpodgmailcom and you can go to our Google phone number, which is 630-909-9366. You can send us a text or leave us a voicemail. We'll play it at the end of the show, like maybe what's going to happen here and we're trying to say 630-909-9366.
Speaker 4:So do that. That's 6, 6, 0, 9, 0, 9, 9, 3, 6, 6. Uh, so do that. Uh, if you ever find yourself on a weird website about weird uh like objects coming from a different dimension, uh, make sure one of those objects lonely women calling you and echoing through your receiver yeah. Make sure one of those objects is a tooth and just hold onto that for a little bit until you see a father figure from another dimension and then put the tooth figure in the father give it to that father figure and he rewards you with more teeth.
Speaker 4:Kiss on the lumps and then everyone's happy in that situation. Oh yeah, jason. What do you have to say for people?
Speaker 5:as always, please, please, please, remain paranoid and, as our alternate selves would say, stay spooky, stay stupid. Um, but also go check out the field studies Institute. It's, it's, honestly, it's, a ton of fun. Um, you get lost here for I don't know, at least a couple hours going through everything. Minutes, minutes minutes at least, um, I don't know. Other than that I really hope you find more stuff like this, because I would love to do more of this.
Speaker 4:I like to think our different dimension version of us is just the really tall fuck is our only post on myspace where the fuck is Tom.
Speaker 1:I need to talk to him that's our friend that's all I got.
Speaker 5:That was like almost a year ago that's all Doug had to say 16 days.
Speaker 1:That was a year ago.
Speaker 5:It's perfect leave it a year and 16 days ago we posted on myspace where the fuck is, tom, I need to talk to.
Speaker 2:I assume Mike did that.
Speaker 4:I didn't do that either I didn't either.
Speaker 1:That's the only thing on our profile. It just says where the fuck is. Tom, I need to talk to him.
Speaker 2:Maybe I got real drunk and did it.
Speaker 5:We'll never get to the bottom of that then.
Speaker 4:Well, great Doug what do you got to say? Oh, I mean yeah, because we didn't even make it that long ago. It wasn't a year ago.
Speaker 5:No, I said it's 16 days to a year Between 16 days and a year.
Speaker 2:I remember you and I having this conversation because I tried to upload a picture of you and it wouldn't let me. And you were like, yeah, I tried to and it wouldn't let me, yeah, because we tried to upload one of the pictures of me that looked like I'm a fucking 12-year-old.
Speaker 5:Well, where the fuck is. Tom, it sounds like you guys need to talk.
Speaker 1:You posted that's probably when we did it yeah.
Speaker 4:Where the fuck is.
Speaker 1:Tom.
Speaker 3:I need to talk to Tom what the fuck Mystery solved.
Speaker 4:Bunch of drunk bastards that's such a deluded mini-mystery Doug what do you got.
Speaker 1:All I gotta say is that when, where the fuck is Tom? When you're slapping your peens against your beans and, let's say, an extra peen comes out of nowhere and you're like this peen is from 1999, but it's 2024. Log that shit, send it into the institute, fax them. Fax them a shit from your butt with that peen into their pants. So you're essentially shitting their pants for them.
Speaker 5:This is the whole thing.
Speaker 1:Nailed it.
Speaker 2:Move on Um if you die and suddenly wake up in a high school baseball field in Evansville, indiana, you've got two options. You can build a robot and help it try to help you figure out what happened, or you can develop crippling alcoholism and work at a Toyota plant. It try to help you figure out what happened. Or you can develop crippling alcoholism and work at a Toyota plant and those are your options. So I mean, I know which one sounds like more fun so do I.
Speaker 1:I don't know if we have the same answer, though or you can go to Indianapolis once a year, or Gen Con yep.
Speaker 2:I mean you can do that on top of either of those things. Annapolis once a year. Yep For Gen Con, yep, I mean you can do that on top of either of those things.
Speaker 1:No.
Speaker 2:That doesn't sound right?
Speaker 5:Yeah, too much, too much things.
Speaker 4:Goodbye, everybody.
Speaker 2:If you pick one of the other two options, you got too much going on for that.
Speaker 4:Have a wonderful rest of your night. Bye.
Speaker 1:Have a wonderful night.
Speaker 3:We'll see you next week for part three. Bye.
Speaker 1:Bye Part nine.
Speaker 2:Don't look under the internet.
