While Emerson was paranoid, he didn’t seem to be particularly computer savvy. His desktop computer was over five years old and neither the computer itself nor any of the files on it were encrypted or password protected. Up to date security and antivirus software was installed, but it was basic off the shelf stuff. Interestingly, while the computer could be connected to the internet, via an actual cable rather than wifi, the cable was not plugged in.
Bernard was easily able to find Emerson’s video logs in a folder labeled video logs:
https://thecharter.org/categor...emerson-video-tapes/
OCC: If the link takes you to the home page instead of the video logs:
Click on the book on the left hand side of the home page (below the picture of the house)
Click on Emerson Video tapes
He was also able to find folders containing years’ worth of research on various secret organizations, some of which Bernard had heard of (the Freemason, Illuminate, and the Rosicrucians) and others which he may not have (Daedaleans, the Ivory Tower, and the Camarilla). The files on some of the organizations, such as the Freemasons were extensive. But files on other organizations, such as the Camarilla were almost empty: mere references and rumors with little to no substantial information.
Bernard almost overlooked the folder labeled recipes and containing files with names like blackberry pie and chicken soup. But they didn’t seem to fit in with the other files on the computer, so he decided to take a closer look and discovered that the deceptive file names were an attempt to protect the information within them.
The oldest document in the folder, titled Chicken Soup, said the following:
“E. I’m risking a lot by sharing these with you, but I’m always impressed when someone such as yourself realizes capital T-truth. The more we spread awareness about this threat, the better. Maybe one day we won’t have to hide.
The files in this folder represent transmissions I decoded over many months. These were hidden in AM/FM radio signals, if you can believe that. Hopefully these will satisfy your curiosity and let you know that, yes, you are on the right path. Please be careful who you show these to. The agents are closer than you realize.
-- A Friend”
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The first intercepted message, titled Chili said:
“From: Operative 35
Subject: Surveillance Report/Concerns
To the Committee,
The move to our new building is going according to schedule. “The Pyramid,” as the staff calls it, should be fully operational sooner than we expected. On a personal note, I’d like to thank the Committee for my office; it’s more than enough to suit my needs and the view from the top of the pyramid is incredible. You know, if I put a telescope by my window I could see what all of you are up to right now! Forgive me. That’s a little surveillance humor for you. You can trust me.
The data centers in the lower floors are nearly online. Per the safety manager’s recommendations, I started a buddy system for any staff members who have to venture to the lower levels for any reason. It’s a labyrinth down there, a mess of computers, servers, wires, and cooling pipes. Even with the buddy policy in effect, we lost a technician for a couple of days. Security found him. He had a small campsite and was sleeping next to a server bank for warmth. He’s fine, though. Nothing some IV fluids can’t fix. We would have found him sooner had the Committee approved my request for a few more cameras. Honestly given what we’re up to in the Pyramid, it’s a little ridiculous that we’re not watching over our own hallways.
I know the data center sounds intimidating when I describe it that way, but it’s barely enough storage to satisfy our needs here. We have to both monitor and look out for reality deviants both on Earth and in alternate dimensions. That requires an amount of storage and bandwidth that is frankly obscene. It’s quite a task to review what we’ve collected in any satisfying way. Monitoring internet traffic alone requires us to process some 30 petabytes of data per day.
We’ve flagged certain behaviors and energy readouts that should alert us whenever one of the reality deviants starts acting up, but that’s a crutch. If one of them start messing with the fundamental structure of the Universe, we are already too late in my opinion. We need to identify these people before one of them breaks something important. This thought worries me to the point that I sit in my office watching the raw feed for anything that looks suspicious. I know this isn’t healthy, but I can’t help myself.
That brings us to our experiments using animals for surveillance. I’m happy to say that research is moving along quite well. It’s easy enough to stream images from their eyes and beam it back to the data center. We can even use sonic frequencies to give them “suggestions” about what they observe.
Funny story about that latter point; we tested the animal surveillance system out on a suspected vampire early in the project. He was getting off of the subway in Manhattan and we activated the surveillance system to target – what we thought – was a lone rat on the opposite train platform. Only, there was a glitch we hadn’t identified yet that ended up communicating our signal to every single rat in that particular subway tunnel. People estimate that there could be 28 million rats underneath New Your City and while I still think that’s an exaggeration it certainly didn’t appear that way when a tidal wave of vermin chased the poor guy back to his apartment.
Research is fun.”
Bernard recognized the symbol at the bottom of the memo. It was the symbol of the New World Order.
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The file labeled Szechuan Chicken contained a memo with the heading: The committee’s decision regarding my robot overseers. It was a lengthy document from Operative 15 protesting the committee’s rejection of his plan to create thousands humanoid robots that were less intelligent and less powerful than Hit Marks (and thus less expensive) and then send them out in mass to identify and eradicate all reality deviants at once.
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The file labeled Roasted Turkey contained part of a report titled “Deterring Reality Deviance through the use of Sleep Paralysis.” The portion of the report available indicated that a group of researchers was using a sonic device that emitted an inaudible tone to rouse sleeping reality deviants to consciousness while maintaining the muscle paralysis that a human’s body naturally enters when they are in a dream state. Being in this state caused the target to enter a hyper-vigilant panic, during which the researchers would menace and threaten him. While the full study wasn’t available, it appeared that the goal was either to see whether fear could be used to discourage the subjects from using magic entirely or to aid in reprograming them.
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The next two documents were a bit strange and appeared as though they were unsuccessful propaganda attempts.
Blackberry Pie was actually a short story from a book that was going to be titled: Stories for Obedient Children by Pamela Young.
https://thecharter.org/narrative/intercepted-msg-no-4/
Oatmeal was a poem titled “Ode to an Exit Sign”
https://thecharter.org/narrative/intercepted-msg-no-5/
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The final two documents were extremely relevant however.
Crab With Lemon:
“From: Suppression Squad Leader
Reporting from: Saint Malibados> Portals Bermuda> Lucius Selig Anomaly
I'm going to assign more of our resources to Portals Bermuda. This is such a mess. It's bad enough that Selig is straining space-time by creating new dimensions in the first place, but what happened here is shocking even to me.
Selig needs to be put in his place; his ego is unforgivable. He has the powers of a god and how does he use them? To make a cheap resort accessible to anyone with a platinum credit card and no sense of shame. Selig has no idea what he's messing around with. The very foundations of reality are structurally unsound here. This place is jerry-rigged to the point that the slightest disturbance will cause it to collapse into a universe-shattering paradox.
It's so bad that I'm afraid to sneeze here, let alone activate most of our equipment.
Here's the situation with Portals Bermuda, as we understand it. Selig has travel agents on Earth who book vacation packages with tourists. These tourists are mostly followers of his
"Power of Positive Mechanics" cult. They consider a trip here to be a kind of holy pilgrimage.
The tourists travel to Portals Bermuda through a wormhole located somewhere on Earth. We haven't found this access point yet. Selig is being very cautious, almost paranoid, about his business. This is understandable, given his family's history with us.
Portals Bermuda exists as a hub dimension, like a visitors’ center. There are other dimensions branching off that lead to realities Selig feels are of significant spiritual importance. We've heard the term "Spirit Home" being thrown around a lot here.
One of these dimensions, Saint Malibados, is especially concerning to us. Selig constructed most of the other Portals locations out of "whole cloth," so to speak. They didn't exist, and then Selig willed them into existence. But in the case of Malibados it looks he like he borrowed {read: stole) pieces of our actual reality to build this one. We found this in his PR materials:
Why go to one beach when you can go to ten? We combined the most stunning features of the galaxy's top-voted beaches to create St. Malibados.
Relax on sparkling white beaches, snorkel in Technicolor seas and marvel at the plasma show following the spectacular twin sunset.
Some people call it paradise, but we know it as St. Malibados.
We wondered what he meant by that, so we started comparing features of Saint Malibados to other beaches in our records. None of the beaches here bear any resemblance to the beaches on Earth, meaning Selig was copying other beaches in the universe.
Only he didn't copy them, he took them. He stole ten tropical beaches out of our universe and stitched them together to create Saint Malibados. There are gaping voids in reality where those beaches once were. What he did- it's grotesque, it's extremely dangerous and it's copyright infringement.
In light of this information, the line about the "twin sunsets" sounds even more alarming. Is Lucius Selig brazen enough to snatch two stars out of our universe and use them for his resort? I believe he is.
The hubris is sickening. I walk on these beaches, knowing what I know, and I see armies of tourists from god knows where or when drinking cheap beer and listening to Jimmy Buffet cover bands. I see a child cry as he drops an overpriced ice cream cone into the sand. People are letting their pets defecate on pristine beaches that had never been touched by a living creature before. The seagulls here are monstrous things, bloated and engorged from eating the trash left on a waterfront the size of a small continent. I was trying to take samples of the atmosphere yesterday and some jerk kept kicking sand in my face.
Selig must answer for this. I cannot wait to get my hands on him. I'm going to make him watch while we erase this abomination from existence.
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And finally: Turkish delights
Reporting from: The Desert> Portals Bermuda> Lucius Selig Anomaly
It took many months of work, but we've found Selig. As I dictate this memo, I am watching him through the window of the trailer that doubles as his office in Portals Bermuda.
We've heard rumors that Lucius is getting increasingly paranoid, but you have to see it to believe it. I haven't seen him leave that cramped trailer once since I tracked him here two weeks ago. I can't imagine what it must smell like in there.
Selig knows we're here. He moves every day in an attempt to throw us off his trail. The trailer and this patch of desert will be wiped from this dimension tonight and will appear in a different dimension by morning. It's extremely clever for Selig, but lucky for us we have a man on the inside who gives us the coordinates each day.
Christian Garcia, Lucius' assistant and boyfriend, is helping us. Garcia has seen how unbalanced Selig has become and he fears what will happen if it goes unchecked. Lucius won't see anyone faceĀto-face. He communicates with Garcia alone and then only in handwritten memos slipped under the door to his trailer. Lucius has tightened security to the point that Portals is turning into a prison camp. People who displease the "Master" are sent to mine for Lucian crystals deep in the caves of Murok-lnoo.
Garcia realized what the rest of us knew all along: Lucius is running a cult. But now the guru is burning out. This is the end. He's about to do something crazy and Garcia knows it. He wants to help us put a stop to Lucius before this scenario reaches its inevitable conclusion.
We dare not kick in the door to his trailer and confront him that way. Portals exists on Lucius' whim. He built it. He maintains it. He could whistle and send one half of this place crashing into the other.
We have backup plan, something we cooked up with Garcia in exchange for his protection. Garcia will encourage Lucius to make a personal appearance in front of a crowd of his followers. Two of our agents will be planted in the crowd. Posing as two of his followers, the agents will seek a private audience with him.
Lucius seems to think that we operate like aliens in a bad sci fi movie, like we'll try shooting him with a laser pistol. No, these two agents of ours will be close enough to hit Lucius with a powerful psychic attack. He'll never see that coming. We'll incapacitate him so he has no time to react. Portals will remain safely intact, then we'll install some blocks in Lucius' mind that will prevent him from returning here ever again.
Nasty thing to do to a person, but it's better than the alternative.
Garcia starts his work in the morning.
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