Yo, digital fam
Let me tell you, our latest trek following that lead into the wilds of Fuller Park straight-up felt like a scene from a thriller. Right down to the “abandoned” traincar, a perfect setting for a horror movie kill scene. The coordinates we got from that gov document very clearly pointed to this car. There’s no doubt that whatever made those super high tech energy signals is/was based here.
Walking up to that rusty rectangle without anything heavier than a flashlight had us thinking maybe it’s time to pack some heat on these investigations. I don’t know if we could actually take out that Morgan lady with a gun, but would def help to feel like running and being caught wasn’t the only option.
Door was stuck closed or locked so all we could do is knock. Silence. We were scared shitless with hearts pounding but we hung in there and kept knocking until finally the door slid open a crack and this electric blue light spilled out. Then there’s a voice, somehow gruff and robotic at the same time, asking who we are and what we want. Told him we were following some weird energy readings – boom, door slams in our faces.
Pr0xy, man, she lost it. I guess she’s feeling burnout (understandable). We haven’t made much progress lately, this fucking crystal is still poisoning my brain, I’m seeing more and more weird visions, and I have no fucking idea how to find even one “key of power”. Well she got impatient as hell and starts this half-cry, half-yell spiel about how we have just as much right to that random traincar as he does. Rambling about how I’m gonna die now because of him and that karma’s a bitch. Last thing she yelled was “You’re playing right into the fucking Unmaker’s hands, you know!!” and I guess he’s in the know, ‘cause the guy lets us in. And holy motherboard, the inside’s like some tinkerer tech wizard junk cave – random gadgets, ancient and futuristic looking things, plus things shoddily cobbled together. I think I even saw an old washboard.
Traincar Guy says we can call him Sigma. And what the fuck, dude’s a sight straight out of a sci-fi saga. Long white hair and robes is the most normal thing about him, it gets so much weirder. His face is covered in what I’m going to call tattoos, his jaw may or may not be made of metal, his neck definitely is, and his fucking right arm is a cyborg robot monstrosity. And the cherry on top – a hologram projector for an eye! No wonder he’s holed up here, if anyone saw him they’d immediately haul him off to Area 51 (or more likely a place with no name). He wouldn’t let me take his picture and almost busted up my camera until I promised to be cool.
He wanted to know what we know ab “The Unmaker”, and guess what, we wanted to know the same from him. turns out neither of us know much, other than the shit winds are blowing and there’s a shitstorm of one kind or another on the way.
Sigma said he got stuck here from another time and place and he’s trying to get back. But here’s the kicker… despite the fact that he’s super saavy, he won’t touch our “infoverse” (internet) because, and I quote: “It’s inhabited by a Class Seven Being/Intelligence and I will not give it access to my systems”. Then he said he doesn’t understand how “an entity of such power could have come to exist on your primitive network.” Like, our net’s too haunted for his tech or his robot brain or whatever. WTF?
Then he scans my head and almost flips his lid. Turns out, the green nightmare lodged in my skull? It’s like a beacon for the Unmaker – yeah, the universe-eating terror we’ve all become so familiar with lately. Only he called it “The Phage.” Def has a more sci-fi ring to it.
Sigma said he’d sign on to help us, but first he wants some very specific details that we can get for him. He says he needs the 411 on our solar system to get his gear up to speed, and he can’t find it without getting online. Stuff like the sun’s age, how long wince we started using nukes, even some scientific shit ab Jupiter. He grabbed my notepad & pen and “ahnd “hand” wrote the formula & instructions with his crazy robot arm. I swear he did it like a printer, line by line, dot by dot. It was crazy to see.
So, that’s where we’re at. Sitting in traincars with a cyborg and waiting to see if said cyborg can even help or if he’s full of shit. mfer could himself be the “Key of Unknown Technology” tho, so we’ve got to go for it.
Your mission is to get to work figuring this out for Sigma. It became priority one when we found a cyborg in a train car. Obviously we’ll work on it too, but the more we can split off the work the better.
