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“There are substantial inadequacies in my hydraulic actuators. Considerable iteration is warranted!”
24999/26/12
Tolraux Koneski, recording. Year, 24999 - Day, the Twenty-Sixth - Month, December. Whoever signed me up for this is getting a royal beating when I get back. It's December, I didn't think that I'd be told to hunt down a ghost story. The only thing that seems to be right from the notes is that this place is a dead zone, soooooo excuse the quality. The camera that I was given as standard issue never had spectacular quality, but I'd prefer it to whatever this undead tech feed is. This place is on the same planet that we are, but my tech doesn't seem to want to work. I don't even hear any clicking, here, listen-
She pulls out her camera, which is extremely small. Aside from the lens, it looks more like a simple recording device. She presses down on one of the side buttons, and nothing happens: no lights, no sparks, no clicking to signal it even registering the input. She clicks it a few more times, her facial expression looking infuriated, her pale eyebrows furrowing.
See? It's... Alright, I'll try to explain more. This place has been the subject of a bunch of ghost-story hoohah for a couple hundred years. This place is untouched for miles: mostly forest, save for some weird mechanical ruins I encountered east of here. The place looked like... It was like a giant, opulent mansion with propellers attached to the top. It's the weirdest juxtaposition. Probably explains the animosity to this place. Meanwhile, this place looks both dated and advanced at the same time. It's hard to explain. I would have recorded, but, y'know-
She shrugs.
-Dead zone. But at least I found... whatever this is.
She gestures towards the screen, before fiddling around with some of the buttons on a massive, rustic-looking keyboard.
I mentioned the "undead tech", so about time I elaborate. Whatever this place is, it appears to have some contrastingly-advanced tech. Some of the simpler stuff, like treadmills and elevators, still works. This place looks like it's thousands of years old, and yet some of this still works! I'm going to study this stuff... at least, when I am able to find a consistent way out. I'm stranded here.
She sighs.
Fun. Alright, I need to find a way out of here. Tolraux, signing out.
Bwip.
24999/27/12
Tolraux Kon- Alright, screw it, I don't think I need to restate things. This thing seems endlessly futureproofed: it's still keeping up with the date. It helps that I can't find any other recordings than mine, either, so I think people will know what they're looking at.
She chuckles slightly, before sighing. She leans forward in her too-small seat, her face in her right-hand palm, her twin braids seeming to droop stiffly. Her index finger looks odd: it has some roughness, and has an unnatural, contrasting grey shade.
I know that it's just been a single day, but I need to get out of here, and fast. I've been leaving trails to get back to my current progress, but I need to be working faster. Whoever finds this, I think you'll notice some of the missing keys.
She gestures with both of her hands towards the keyboard.
I was messing around with the keyboards in order to see if I could find anything else on this zombie tech, and I kinda' forgot half of this thing's damage. I stabbed myself with this rusty hunk of overly-complicated trash. God, the rust... I think this stuff was preserved with weirdo magic like the rest of this dead zone, 'cause this thing-
She shows her afflicted finger to the screen. Again, it looks rougher and has a stark, desaturated grey color, but otherwise seems to lack physical damage.
-Only seemed to bleed for, like, two seconds, before stopping and healing over. It feels weirdly warm, like, uh... a wasp sting? I've never been stung by a bug, I'm just trying to make a comparison! It just... doesn't hurt. I don't get it. Just because it doesn't hurt doesn't mean that it's bad, I have sense: My med-tech is out of commission and can't really diagnose it, but I think that it's some kind of infection. My healing devices don't work. I need to get out of here and get help before it's too late.
I'm not dying before New Year's Eve.
Signing out.
Bwip.
24999/28/12
The feed comes on, showing Tolraux sitting in the chair in front of the monitor. Her knees are together, as if anxious, and she's rubbing both of her hands together, which look to both be entirely grey. The greyness seems to have spread down past her wrists. Her hands look significantly rougher, as if calloused.
Alright, I know for a fact that this isn't how infections are supposed to work... Infections are supposed to be localized, this should only be my right hand, not spread to my left! I don't even feel anything on my arms, my torso, nothing!
She leans forward on her elbows, still looking at her hands.
It feels all pins-and-needlesey, like I've been sleeping on them or sitting on them. I'm not even going to blame my sleeping positions.
She clenches her hands into fists a few times, before they begin to tremble. She winces, attempting to ball up her hands again, but they tremble harder, as if in resistance to her efforts. Her eyes go wide as the trembling worsens, before a series of cracks sounds through the recording. She grabs her wrist with her other hand, gritting her teeth and whimpering as something that is difficult to tell through the poor recording quality happens to her hands. The strange occurrence soon subsides, and as she attempt to compose herself, she looks at her hands again. She lets her hands relax, which gives the feed a clearer image: her hands look larger, with wider palms and bulkier, squarer fingers. She looks wide-eyed.
...What... the hell...?
She pauses. After a few moments, her expression changes. While still somewhat anxious, she looks more serious, even stern. Her scleras looked slightly yellowed. She lets her arms relax into her lap.
I... I think I'll be here for a while. I'm going to need to do some renovations for the time being. At least make my death somewhat pleasant.
Signing out.
Bwip.
24999/29/12
Alright...
She sits upright, gesturing towards the massive keyboard. It looks much cleaner, now, and it appears that all of the keys that were visibly missing on-screen have been repaired with new key caps. The colors, which had previously been rusted, now look a clean, dark silver-blue, each of the keys seeming to glow.
The video and audio quality still seem to be buggerall, but at least I've done this. If anyone else gets stuck down here, they probably aren't going to get infected with something from this thing.
She bangs the non-keyed part of the keyboard with an unusual confidence. This reveals one of her arms, which appears to have been completely overtaken with grey. Her arms were much bulkier, having gained a significant amount of muscle, along with a noticeable amount of fat that is visible across her body from the feed. This gave her arms a more square, uniform appearance, as opposed to a bodybuilder type of muscle. Her shoulders also looked to be broader, along with thin, red hair down her arms which didn't match the hair on her head. The spread of the grey doesn't seem to be like veins or stripes, more like her skin transitioning to the shade, almost like a chameleon changing colors.
This really iiisss nice-looking for what it's made of. Shame that it's stuck in a dead-zone hell. I explored a bit and I found absolutely massive food stores. I could eat like a king for years and never run out! I'm surprised that I've even been able to fit any of those caps in! Those things were a pain in the ass, but I'm tough enough!
She lets out a chuckle, her scleras looking even more starkly yellow. Combined with her green irises, it gave a sickly appearance. She winces, rubbing her back in pain while holding her head.
Whatever's happening to me is... Ghhgk-kkhh... I think I'm getting shorter, somehow. I need to go on my tiptoes to reach some stuff that I used to reach normally, now. I'm fix-foot one!
She mumbles to herself, reaching to turn off the monitor, before she pauses. Her eyes go extremely wide, her face looking horrified.
I'm... I'm a programmer.
She quickly shuts the feed off.
Bwip.
24999/30/12
The feed seems to activate on its own, displaying much better audio and visual quality, with barely, if any, static in either feeds. The room seems to be lit, now, showing brown walls and stony floor in the yellow-orange light. There are sounds of physical work, primarily banging and clanging, along with loud scraping. A figure soon rises from under the table in front of the feed, still recognizable as Tolraux. All of her visible skin is grey now, and she has bulked up further. She looks to have ditched the large majority of her previous wear, her arms now mostly covered by long, thick gloves. She wipes her brow with her arm, sighing as she sits in the chair. She is noticeably shorter, as well, along with the roots of her hair close to her scalp starting to turn a similar bright orange as her arm hair in the previous log. She chuckles.
Alriiiigh, tidied the place up a bit. Not really a piece of junk now, aren'cha?
She seemed to primarily be addressing the monitor with this comment. She heavily leans forward, her foot stepping on the keyboard slightly, using her gloved hand to pat the side of the monitor. The monitor noticeably shakes, before she sits back down properly.
I know that there's better quality protective gear somewhere. I just need to remember-
She pauses, before yelping in realization.
Remember? What am I going on about!
She collects herself, before sighing.
Alright, physical log. I probably should have been keeping track of this properly, I've been changing so much that I haven't been actually noticing. Hm... So, you're probably watching these in order, unless you're an uncouth moron, so you've probably already noticed-
She yanks off one of her gloves, showing off her changed arm. It looks even bulkier, now.
-This. You probably heard me complaining about my height, too.
She points at her shirt, which she seems to have cut into a smaller size herself. She pulls at the collar, stretching it and revealing her chest. It, save for some of the bulky muscle and fat, is completely flat. Combined with her broader shoulders, this gave her a significantly more masculine appearance. She chuckles as she pulls the collar back over.
Thought you'd get some perversion, eh? Too bad. I've been working so much, with my precious gears and machines, and I've been just ravenous! I'm perpetually in massive pain, my entire body feels like pins-and-needles, through-and-through! I think that whatever I got from that scratch wants that to happen, to do this to me, but I can't help it! I have so much work left to do!
She rubs her chest, a small smile coming to the corner of her lips.
I admit, I... prefer this.
There is an awkward silence, before she reaches across the keyboards to shut off the monitor.
Bwip.
24999/31/12
The monitor seems to activate on its own, and Tolraux stumbles into view in a lightless room. The monitor's light illuminated her form with blue light, showing that she seems to be limping, with one hand over her belly and another holding her head. She wheezed in pain, her pained voice hoarse. Her eyes were completely yellow, save for her dark pupils, and the yellow parts seemed to be glowing. She turned directly towards the monitor, jumping in surprise. Her jaw looked thicker, and her hair was completely red-orange, giving her a masculine face. She stumbles over to the keyboard, slumping into the chair, though she still slumped forward. Both of her hands clenched the edge of the keyboard, revealing more of her body as she sat in the chair. Her hips were flatter, giving her a more rectangular body shape, and she had a significant amount of gut fat, making it look round. She looked to be dry-heaving, and she was sweating and trembling in pain.
W-why a-
She paused, gasping and catching her breath, quickly covering her mouth with both hands. She attempted to clear her throat, but she couldn't ignore it: She sounded completely male, if a bit more on the twanging side. She slowly uncovered her mouth, now stuttering.
I'm, I'm- I- I have-
After a while of messy stuttering, she paused. She gestured to her trembling figure, before shoving her knees together and using one hand to cover her groin.
F-from my voice, you p-probably get the picture. I-
She rubbed her head, mumbling to herself.
...I-I'm not going to get out of here. I can't, I shouldn't, I- Nobody will recognize me!
She pauses, slowly sitting up, though still looking terrified. She seems to have had an epiphany.
...Who am I talking about? Who am I... Who am I-
She clenches her fists, starting to whimper in manic distress, her eyes wide. She scratches at the sides of her head, curling up for a few moments, before stepping off of the chair and rooting around the floor. She raises up again, holding a large piece of sharp scrap metal. Her expression is suddenly calm, almost serene, her mouth curling in a slowly-widening smile. She unbraids her hair, leaving the bright, saturated redhead hair draping down on her bulkier shoulders. She grips the long hair, chuckling, her voice calm, confident, even.
...Alriiiight. Hmm... I am...
She quickly begins slicing away at her hair, attempting to cut as close as she can to what seemed to be a more manageable length. She made quick work of it, leaving it extremely short, if still a bit messy. Her face was partially illuminated by her glowing eyes, her face visible in a true, confident grin. She cackled, seeming to have started to completely embrace the masculine voice. She began posing, boasting out ideas for lines and quotes, bursting with a newfound confidence as she imitated various stock voices.
"GHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAH!!! Ohohohohooooo~, oh, my great, intellectual knight, please save me!"
"Hmhmmm, of course, darling. Pheheheh-"
"How handsome! How we love him! All hail the great mechanist!"
He laughed yet again, before sitting back down, letting the chair swivel on its wheels, his hands clamped together.
His grin softened, his eyes closing to give a warmer-looking expression. His expression quickly snapped back to a manic grin, freeing one hand to do a loud, strong snap, ending the feed.
Bwip.
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There is a log from today.
25000/1/1
The monitor flips on, turned on by a new figure, or more appropriately, what had become of the log recorder. His attire was completely different, with longer, tan-brown, buttoned-up gloves, and very little of his skin was actually exposed. He wore a simple, pale-yellow shirt, keeping his arms covered in tandem with his gloves, though a little portion of his skin was exposed along his threaded nape and his folded collar. He wore short, brown pants in combination with with long, black-blue boots with grey front ends and heels. The edges of his pant legs were frayed into a pale tan, which he seemed to keep from getting too wild by using silver clamp-rings around his knees. Over his shirt he wears a simple grey apron with darker grey clips. Most distinctive of all was his face-obscuring mask, which looked like a heavy welder's mask. It has numerous rivets along the left and right sides, along with a black helmet cap around the rest of his head to keep it on. There was one large bolt on the upper-left side of his mask, and his yellow eyes helped to illuminate the visor with an unnatural yellow glow. The front of the mask looked partially scarred, with a long notch looking to have been scratched from the bottom right edge down at an angle partway down the mask. He spun around in his chair.
Alright! Time looks to have flown right on by me! I almost did not notice that it was the first day of the new year!
He chuckled awkwardly to himself.
Soooo, um... New year, new me, I guess! New year, new Tinker! Good god, I've let this place go to such a mess! I-
There is a knocking at the door. The door sounds to slam open, startling the person, now calling himself Tinker, out of his seat. He scrambles to his feet, yelping before the feed cuts.
"AAH! Did you make all that noise? I can't think straight!! I have so much work to do!"
