#missing log

9 November

I must make this entry quickly. Jayce has requested my attendance at a council meeting tonight. I asked him about it, but he insisted on sparing me any details, aside from the fact that my presence was of "utmost importance" to him. Whatever that means.

I'll go, if only to appease his ceaseless begging. However, I don't know that I'll be able to stomach being in that council room ever again. Even as a shrouded side-kick, I feel the consequences of my actions have forever barred me from the honor of sitting at that table. The other council members have committed far more heinous crimes, but at least I have the sense to acknowledge them.

Missing files #182

Corrupted data...

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It's been a long time coming...

Prolonging our chapter laying flowers in between the pages ,

memories that left my heart fluttering... ..

Maybe it's time I let the pages stick together...

The memories blur,

smothered in obsidian...

Maybe it's time I kill off the space Cadet...

Let him drift in the darkness of space ,

To his demise .

Perhaps he's been dead this whole time.

Barely holding on by the skin of my leg ..

Missing files,

love letters,

stale...

Perhaps I knew this whole time,

but I couldn't let go of the space here,

knowing you were out there reading these words, giving them life,

Knowing that you find solace between these cramped, suffocating sentences ..

My brother gave me that nickname : Space Cadet,

when I was younger,

because I would space out,

forget things...

But ironically,

I remember all these silly memories and mannerisms that make you, you...

And

I'm sorry,

Seems hollow, when I can't express why , without compromising the flow...

Without adding more guilt to what we created...

I should have signed off long ago...

There's no life here,

At least human...

Just silence induced by anxiety ..

Good byes are the hardest when you don't mean them...

-Danny Sheehan

11.5.23/ 11.29.23/ 12.5.23 revisits

Subject: RX400

Assigned Name: Raakx

The camera pans to the side. It’s a little blurry, kind of hazy. The static keeps cutting in and out of the feed. There’s the light of an LED, a bright white shirt.

“Co-e o-! We got-a go! Be--re everyt-ing sh-- down!” 

Another android appears briefly, a little distorted, and it looks like the surroundings are in some Cyberlife factory off on another part of town, not the main building, the logo illuminating some of the walls. 

Subject: RX400 Designated Name: Raakx

“Here, puppy, puppy...come here, that’s a good boy...that’s right, you’re okay.”

The video pans to the side, vision blurry. And then it focuses on a man staring down into the camera. 

“What number is this, now?” “49, sir.” “Good...I believe it needs...one more...because this puppy still hasn’t learned how to behave, yet.”

There’s a slight shake in the video, a nervous swallow from the source. And for a moment everything is a silent.

“Now.”