#lady bug-talks

[Audio initializes with crystalline clarity — quality inconsistent with standard microphone placement. Ambient sound suggests proximity to subject's ear.]

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[Subject Anthony ████ is audible, muttering. Speech is incoherent, fragmented. Breathing is rapid and shallow.]

[Anthony ████]: "No.. I have to run, I have to get away. You were right, I knew you were right, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..."

[Footsteps audible. Subject is in motion. Road noise — passing vehicles — indicates proximity to a thoroughfare. Footsteps continue for approximately 90 seconds before transitioning to softer ground cover and wind rustling through vegetation. Park environment confirmed.]

[A second person becomes audible — rapid approach, footsteps on concrete.]

[Opal]: "I— holy crap, dude, what happened to your hand?! Are you okay?! Okay that's— that's a good amount of blood."

[Subject's audio shifts — fabric rustling, suggesting a change in head position.]

[Anthony ████]: "I'm. I'm okay, it's just— I'm— It's okay, I—"

[Subject's voice is unstable. Breathing remains elevated.]

[Anthony ████]: "I'm fine, don't— mmmh, don't come near me please don't touch me—.."

[Opal]: "Okay, ok. I won't—… here, come with me, okay? We'll sit on the bench and i'll show you how to get your hand all fixed."

[Sounds of movement. Subject sits down audibly — weight distribution on a metal bench. Wind noise increases.]

[Anthony ████]: "They're not going to hurt me, stop stop stop stop—"

[Rapid hair rustling audible — subject shaking head. Speech becomes increasingly disorganized.]

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[Opal]: "I'm A… uh, Opal. What's your name, hun? I'll show you to get your hand all patched up, like i said."

[Anthony ████]: "It's— ow... It's um, it's Anthony, um, nice to meet you? I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..-"

[Audible rocking sound — subject's body in repetitive motion. Fabric and hair shift continuously. Apologetic muttering continues underneath dialogue.]

[Opal]: "Nice to meet you too, Anthony. Do you wanna try calming down before we do this so you don't hurt yourself more?"

[Anthony ████]: "I'm not.. Hurting myself, I had to run, he was going to hate me and I had to run I had to get away from him—"

[Sharp intake of breath audible.]

[Anthony ████]: "'m calm. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.. I won't hurt you, She— She can't control me, I promise I won't—"

[Subject's vocalization becomes indistinguishable from crying.]

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[Opal]: "Okay, okay. I believe you, don't worry."

[Metal surface — thunk. Consistent with a bag being placed on the bench.]

[Opal]: "Heres a small first aid kit. Do you know how to fix up your hand or do you need help?"

[Anthony ████]: "I can.. I can do it myself.."

[Subject takes another unsteady breath. A click — first aid kit opening. Rustling of bandaging materials, gauze, medical supplies.]

[Dull sound of an object dropped on metal.]

[Opal]: "Ok, Anthony? I think I'm gonna need to dress your wounds, if that's okay. If it makes you feel more comfortable, I can explain everything I do while I do it."

[Anthony ████]: "Yes— Yes please, I can't— I'm sorry, it's just for a little, they won't touch me for long, I'm sorry I'm sorry—"

[Opal]: "Alright, hold your hand out to me, please."

[Fabric shifts. Subject complies. Audio quality shifts slightly — microphone angle changing as Anthony extends his hand.]

[Scraping sound audible.]

[Opal]: "Ok, since we don't have a running faucet here, I'm just gonna put some water on your wound to clean it a bit. I promise I haven't drank from this, and it's a clean bottle. Is that ok?"

[Anthony ████]: "Y—yeah, um, it's alright. She doesn't like you touching me but, I— I don't mind, really.."

[Opal]: "I'm sorry, whoever…She is. I promise I have no ill intentions."

[Fabric rustling. Water splashes — slow, controlled application.]

[Opal]: "Ok, that step is done. I think I have a washcloth in here, hold on…"

[More rustling from a bag. Extended pause — approximately 15 seconds of ambient park sounds.]

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[Opal]: "Okay, there we go!"

[A small laugh from Opal — seemingly triumphant. Washcloth removal sound. Additional water splashing.]

[Opal]: "Ok, i wet one side of the wash cloth to be able to dab at your wound, and the other side so i can pat it dry. Is that okay?"

[Anthony ████]: "Y—yeah, I um, I think that works.."

[Opal]: "Ok, thank you."

[Ambient sound dominates — wind through trees, occasional rustling. Subject makes small sounds — hisses of pain, followed by quiet apologies. This continues for approximately 30 seconds.]

[Opal]: "Aaaand there we go, all dry! Not bleeding either, so i can dress the wound now, that ok? I'll just put some polysporin on it and then some bandaids. They're big ones, don't worry."

[Anthony ████]: "O—okay. They're.. they're helping us, stop— please, stop.."

[Subject vocalizes something between a sob and a whimper.]

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[Medical sounds — bandaging application, polysporin container opening and closing. Subject remains silent during this process. Opal occasionally hums. Approximately one minute passes. Opal sits back audibly — weight shift on metal bench.]

[Opal]: "Well, not my best work, but.. there you go, Anthony! Want me to keep you company until you're good to go?"

[Anthony ████]: "Y—yes please. I promise I won't.. hurt you, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.."

[Opal]: "Don't apologize, i don't mind. I trust you enough, too."

[Wind noise. Ambient park sounds. Both subjects remain seated. No further dialogue for approximately 3 minutes.]

[New audio source detected — environmental, not subject-proximal. Sound quality degraded. Footsteps audible — rapid approach. Heavy breathing. Subject identified as Camfee Turing based on subsequent dialogue.]

[Breathing heavily, inaudible muttering — content unclear. Footsteps decelerate abruptly.]

[Camfee Turing]: "What the fuck did you do?"

[Opal]: "I— what?! Wh— i— what do you mean?? I'm just sitting here? I— i helped him, but that's it?"

[Opal's speech is rapid, fragmented. Her breathing accelerates.]

[Camfee Turing]: "She doesn't look like she's gotten any fucking help!"

[Sound of contact — Camfee's hand releasing Opal's shirt. A step backward. Audible joint cracking — consistent with a fist being clenched and rotated in preparation for impact.]

[Anthony ████]: "I— I— I—"

[Subject's breathing becomes labored, panicked.]

[Anthony ████]: "No no no— I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry.."

[Subject curls inward — rustling of fabric, knees drawn up, face presumably pressed against knees.]

[Sound of impact — knuckles against bone and tissue. Camfee's right hook connecting with Opal's face. The crack is audible.]

[Opal's vocalization is immediate — a near-scream, staggered and raw. She falls. Camfee steps away, swearing continuously, shaking out his right hand.]

[Opal]: [voice strained] "I— sir? Is— is your hand okay? I promise you i— i was just—"

[A whimper of pain. Sounds of swallowing — blood, presumed.]

[Opal]: "I was just helping him with— with his hand, i promise."

[Camfee Turing]: [breathing hard] "You— but he's freaking the fuck out. He was bleeding. Scared."

[A beat. Wind. Park ambience.]

[Opal]: "I— look— his hand, i— i did that. Not— not the injury, but the bandaids. I don't— i don't have much on me, but i tried helping. I'm— i'm a nurse at Ness Anne Hospital, i was—"

[Opal's voice breaks. She appears to be backing away.]

[Opal]: "I was just trying to help, i— i'm so sorry.. i didn't mean to hurt you or— or him."

[Camfee Turing]: [hands raised — audible fabric shift as arms move defensively] "Shit, I'm sorry, I— shit, dude. Your face. Do you need help up?"

[A pause. Camfee does not immediately approach.]

[Camfee Turing]: "I— I believe you. Fucking hell, I'm sorry. Shit."

[Opal]: "I— no, no it's— it's uhm, okay. I've dealt with worse at my job, don't worry about me. Is your— your hand, is it okay?"

[Opal stands — wobbling slightly — and immediately sits back down on the bench. Her breathing is shaky and heavy.]

[Camfee Turing]: [taking another step back, voice softer] "Don't— don't worry about my hand. I'm not the one who just got socked in the face by the ex-football player. Are you sure you're okay?"

[Opal]: "I'll— i'll be fine. It's probably just— just a concussion, i— i don't know, god…"

[Opal's voice fractures. Crying becomes audible — she is actively weeping.]

[Opal]: "Just— please, go to the hospital for your friends hand and yours. You— uhm, can probably find me, since i'm an ER nurse. If— if you need anything. If— i can just— i'll leave if you need me to."

[Camfee Turing]: "You— no, you aren't leaving. Seriously. I'm going to walk up to you, I'm done throwing punches. I promise."

[Footsteps — deliberate, slow approach. Camfee kneels. Audio suggests he is positioning himself in front of Opal, at a distance.]

[Camfee Turing]: "I don't think your jaw is broken or anything... missing any teeth?"

[Opal]: "No, uhm— i don't? think so, at least? I just— god, i'm sorry. I just wanted to try and help."

[Opal removes her hand from her face — fabric shifting. She hugs herself. A sniffle. Her voice contains a small, fragile attempt at reassurance.]

[Opal]: "I appreciate the help, at least.. outside of punching me, i'm sure you're very nice. I— you care about him a lot, it's obvious."

[A vague gesture — Opal gesturing toward Anthony's location.]

[A long pause.]

[Camfee Turing]: "She's a good guy. I trust him. I've got a temper."

[Camfee Turing]: "...Obviously. But... I really do hope he's okay."

[Camfee clears his throat — attempting to shift away from sincerity.]

[Camfee Turing]: "Aight. Try and follow this with your eyes."

[Opal complies — occasional head movement as her eyes lose sync with her gaze direction before correcting.]

[Camfee Turing]: "I know you're the nurse, but as the asshole who hit you. Uh… I think you should see a doctor."

[Opal produces a small laugh — shaking her head audibly.]

[Opal]: "I'll go to the doctors tomorrow, don't worry. I figured i probably had a concussion."

[Camfee Turing]: "If you say so…"

[Camfee's attention shifts. A pause — the sound of him turning, refocusing on Anthony.]

[Audio quality shifts slightly as Camfee moves toward the subject.]

[Camfee Turing]: "Hey, it's okay, Anty. I'm here. Can I come over to ya?"

[Opal stands — slight wobble audible. She walks away from the bench. Footsteps fade into ambient park noise.]

[Fabric rustling — Camfee approaching Anthony. Subject remains non-verbal.]

[Footage is shaky, held at waist level. Camera appears to be in a bag or held loosely. Audio is wind-heavy. A student in a grey hoodie with blood stains on the sleeves and glasses is visible walking away from the library entrance, about 20 yards ahead.]

[Subject is talking, but too distant to hear clearly. Only fragments audible.]

[Anthony ████]: [distant, muffled] "...optimal for me to not talk to her..."

[Filmer adjusts grip. Camera tilts up slightly.]

[Subject stops walking. Head tilts like he's listening to something. Camera zooms in slightly. A man in a standard police uniform is now visible standing near the corner, waiting.]

DMS AGENT: [clearer, voice carrying, has a noticeable southern accent] "Hey there! Anthony, right?"

[Camera zooms in more, shaky. Subject startles, pushes glasses up. Body language indicates anxiety.]

[Anthony ████]: "A-ah, um, yes? Can I, um, help you?"

DMS AGENT: [hands raised, unthreatening] "Actually yes. Now, you're not in trouble, but a couple people are concerned about you..." [voice drops, inaudible for a few seconds] “..ask if you’re okay.”

[Filmer shifts position. Camera dips down to show ground for 2 seconds, filmer walking closer, then back up.]

[Anthony ████]: "People— concerned? Can I ask, um, why?" [subject tilts his head, seemingly suspicious]

DMS AGENT: "Well, most of the reports were that you kept talking to yourself- or, more like someone was there with ya. Why don't you come with me? We can go inside, out of the heat..." [agent steps closer, but shows no aggression.]

[Subject's posture changes. Stiffens. Head turns slightly. Camera shakes as filmer adjusts.]

[Anthony ████]: [quieter] "I'm... I don't think that's a good idea... She's um."

[Subject flinches. Hard to see details at this distance, filmer stands behind and to the left of the subject, who appears to be ‘listening’ to something. No audio is picked up by the camera.]

[Anthony ████]: "I don't think I should talk to you."

DMS AGENT: [Agent’s smile visibly falters, speaks up, still keeping a friendly, concerned tone.] "How did you get that scar?"

[Camera zooms in, very shaky. Subject is very still, stepping back.]

[Anthony ████]: [voice rising, cleanly audible now] "You can't see my scar, how do you— how do you know about my scar?"

[Subject backs up further. His hands come up defensively. Subject flinches, but this doesn’t seem to be caused by agent.]

[Anthony ████]: "I can't do that— I'm not going to punch him, stop it—?"

DMS AGENT: "Hey, hey, calm down... if you run, I'll have to detain you. It's not an arrest, just detainment." [Agent does not move, raising hands to placate.]

[Camera drops again. 3 seconds of pavement, as filmer steps back. Sound of running on pavement. Camera comes back up.]

[Subject is sprinting away from Agent. Camera pans to follow, very shaky.]

DMS AGENT: "Hey—!"

[Agent chases. Both move out of frame to the left.]

[Camera pans left, catching up. Both figures visible again. Agent grabs Subject's left wrist, causing him to stumble and fall to his knees.]

[Anthony ████]: [muffled, from ground level] "Stop— Get off of me—!"

[Camera zooms in shakily. Agent is standing above Subject, forcing him down.]

DMS AGENT: “Just calm down, kid! Look, I didn't want to hurt ya, but now I got to detain you. Put your hands behind your back for me.”

[Anthony ████]: [crying, voice cracking] "I haven't done anything wrong, you can't do this— stop, stop, stop—"

[Agent's hands moving, applying handcuffs. Subject thrashing against the hold.]

DMS AGENT: "I know ya haven't, kid..." [Agent continues to talk, but it’s too low for Camera to pick up.]

[Camera shakes violently—filmer is moving, walking closer. Audio of cuffs clicking.]

[Anthony ████]: [sobbing] "No! Stop it, stop, get off me— She said— She says I shouldn't talk to you—"

[Agent hauls Subject up. Subject's face is visible now, terrified.]

DMS AGENT: "Come on, kid. We're not gonna hurt ya..."

[Agent looks toward camera. Direct eye contact for 1 second. Filmer freezes, camera goes still.]

DMS AGENT: [looking back at Subject] "...go to the car, and you'll sit in the back..."

[Agent guides Subject away from camera, toward the right. Both begin walking out of frame.]

[Camera follows, panning right. Other students visible now, crowd forming. Muffled voices.]

STUDENT: [near filmer, out of frame] "That guy was creepy..."

[Anthony ████]: [fading as they walk, but still audible. Subject continues to thrash against the cuffs and hold Agent has on him] "Stop it! Let me go— I'm innocent— She says you'll hurt me— please... please, I haven't done anything wrong..."

[Agent and Subject continue walking. Getting farther. Camera zooms in—shaky.]

DMS AGENT: [distant] "...let you go, kid..." [voice is near inaudible] “Then you can go back to your classes and pretend this never happened if you want.”

[Agent leans in, says something quieter. Can't hear.]

[Anthony ████]: [voice breaking] "But— She says you'll hurt me... She says you'll—"

[Subject stops walking. Agent stops too. Subject seems to say something else—can't hear clearly.]

[Anthony ████]: [crying harder] "I'm going to die if you take me away..."

[Still zoomed in, very shaky. Agent responds—can't hear words. Subject's posture changes—deflates.] DMS AGENT: “...Just give us an hour, alright? Just one hour. That's it.”

[Anthony ████]: [quieter, defeated] "She doesn't want me to go... Just for one hour, okay? Please..."

DMS AGENT: [Clearest probable dialogue is “I promise, kid.”]

[Agent relaxes grip. They start walking again. Moving toward a black car parked at the curb.]

[Camera zooms out slightly, still following. Agent opens rear door of car. Subject is guided into the car, Agent’s hand pushing him down by his head and reaching in to click his seatbelt into place.]

[Anthony ████]: [getting in, voice muffled] "...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just one hour..."

[Subject disappears into car, seeming to fold forward. Door closes. Camera zooms in on car—shaky.]

[Car pulls away. Drives out of frame to the right.]

[Agent stands alone. Looks toward crowd. Starts walking toward camera/filmer.]

STUDENT: [nearby] "Yeah.. kinda glad he's off the quad now..."

[Other students murmuring agreement.]

DMS AGENT: [approaching, hand raised] "Show's over, kids. You should get to your classes."

[Agent waits. Students begin dispersing. Camera stays on Agent.]

DMS AGENT: [closer now, looking directly at camera] "Wait a moment, will ya? I'd like to see that video please—"

[Camera drops suddenly, person filming seemingly fumbling to give their phone over. 4 seconds of pavement and shoes. Recording ends.]

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[TRANSCRIPT ENDS]

POST-INCIDENT NOTES:

Recording device confiscated at ██:██:██. Student filmer ██████ ███████ issued standard non-disclosure agreement and cover story. Device wiped of local copies; original footage secured for Archive analysis.

Subject Anthony ████ transported to DMS Facility ███████ █████████████ for preliminary examination and entity interface assessment. Duration of "one hour" promise was, as anticipated, not honored. Subject remained in custody for ██ days initial hold.

Entity "Lady Bug" confirmed active during incident—Subject's behavioral patterns and dialogue consistent with external cognitive influence. Recommend immediate classification and containment protocols.

PREPARED BY: Agent ████████

REVIEWED BY: Dr. ████████

[Anthony ████]: Hey, Anthony here. [SHARP INHALE.] I’m uh.. going to do a thing. Lady Bug um, She’s now an app that I coded, She’s able to speak from my phone now. So. Say hi, Lady.

[Lady Bug]: Hello.

[Anthony ████]: Right! Without further ado, we have a job to get down to. [RUSTLING, FOOTSTEPS AND THEN A SHIFT AS IF THE PHONE WAS MOVED. BUZZING AS IF MOVED INTO A BATHROOM WITH THE FAN ON] Haa, okay. [METALLIC CLANKING, A SHARP INHALE] Let me just-

[Lady Bug]: Take it easy, Anthony. A small incision.

[Anthony ████]: Right, yeah, I’ve got it, Lady. No need to guide me, my professor would kill me if I couldn’t do this.. [SHARP INHALE] Okay. Okay okay okay. [SHIFTING, FABRIC RUSTLING. A SMALL WHINE AS THE SUBJECT SEEMINGLY CUTS INTO HIS OWN SCALP] Fuck, fuck- oh god that- hmgh- [AUDIBLE SOB, SUBJECT SEEMS TO HAVE EXTREMELY LOW PAIN TOLLERANCE] Oh my god, fuck- I forgot that skull wounds bleed a lot- My bathroom floor, dude—! Ah, shit shit shit, mmh- [ANOTHER SOB, RUSTLING AS THE SUBJECT REACHES FORWARD AND PRESUMABLY PICKS SOMETHING UP] [Anthony ████]: Okay, okay- it’s almost over. Shit, my hands are shaking so bad, haah… [SLIGHTLY DERANGED LAUGH] There we go, fuck- Ow— [SOB FOLLOWED BY A WET SQUELCH-TYPE SOUND] Okay- It’s done, it’s done. Fuck, I need the um, I need the gauze-

[Lady Bug]: You need to stitch the wound, Anthony.

[Anthony ████]: Oh, you’re right-

[THE TRANSCRIPT HAS A CUT, STARTING UP AFTER THE SUBJECT HAS PRESUMABLY SEWN SHUT THE INCISION (?) ON HIS HEAD]

[Anthony ████]: Okay. Okay, shit- that hurt a lot, but now that Lady Bug has access to my uh, my body basically, or more like my um, brain chemistry? [MANIC LAUGHTER] She uh, She quiets the pain. My hands are still shaking, I can’t believe this worked! This is fucking revolutionary, imagine the good I could do- And I built the chip in a college dorm! [MORE MANIC LAUGHTER, SOUND AS IF WALKING THROUGH ROOMS] She can speak right into my thoughts! Amazing, amazing… I think I’ll end it off here.