Wednesday, 30 December 2020

Post #26: Interesting Anomaly #02 - Book of the Blind.

It seems that my meeting with Kelevra has already been made public, indeed Kelevra did reach out to me when he was stunted on figuring out how to read the book that he acquired from the Blind Man's domain. I of course declined said meeting, my own research on the development of Anti-Azoth was far too important, I was not willing to put the research off for any deviations, however, in order to entice me into the meeting Kelevra offered a bargain: I help him out with the book and in return he will give me a jar of water, which he acquired from the Dying Man's river. Remembering that the water was capable of healing even the most severe of injuries, I determined for myself that it was a valuable asset to have at my disposal, not only for the purposes of studying, but potentially to help me make progress with the development of Anti-Azoth (Still deciding on a better name).

I gave Kelevra a date, time and the address of the research centre that I would need, telling him not to path in there before, or after the agreed upon time and date, he had to path in at exactly the agreed upon time, otherwise I would not show up. Luckily for me, him and his colleagues seemed to have followed the instructions quite closely.

I've been to this facility many times before, so I knew my way around. I discovered this place during one of my experiments, the experiment was about trying to determine how various nucleus areas can transport one who wanders into them, to the domain of the creatures that many of us are hunted by. However, I failed to take the necessary precautions and was transported to their domain, it wasn't a big issue though, mainly because I'm really good at determining where the exits usually are, the problem with that however is I had no control on where exactly I would exit and so, a happy accident occurred and I exited on the outskirts of this facility. I swiped one of the access cards many years ago, hence why I can access the facility with little effort, same wasn't true for Kelevra and his colleagues, so it was very fortunate that me and Hannah stumbled upon them, before they could trigger the alarms.

I believe both Malik and Hannah did a decent enough job explaining where we all ended up after meeting up.

Now, some might say that it wasn't a particularly smart idea to shoo Hannah away with Malik and Franky on guard duty, effectively leaving me alone with Kelevra, an individual that isn't exactly regarded for his honesty, however, if he were to betray our agreement, I doubt Hannah would be able to do much, in fact, her being outside gave her a head start if anything were to happen, luckily nothing happened.

Kelevra took out both the jar with the water from the Dying Man's River and the book he acquired from The Blind Man's Catacombs: "Let's science, Spooky Man!" he exclaimed with excitement.

Ignoring the nickname I immediately started analysing the book, which wasn't exactly in the most pristine condition. The blank, red, half-scratched hardcover was barely holding together due to the falling apart spine of the book, the smell was "earthly" best I can put it, the pages are all of the dark-ish yellow colour, all of them blank, just like Kelevra described. Well except for the one blood filled page, I'm assuming that's the one Kelevra smeared his blood all over in hopes that, that would somehow do something: "You claimed that you are certain that there's more to this book." I enquired, mainly because, again, other than the poor condition of the book, there was nothing to it, it was blank, none of the pages had anything written on them, or etched into them and it was definitely not in brail.

He sat down on the opposite side of the desk: "I am, it may look blank to you and me, but my darling is telling me that there's actually something within it."

I knew it was probably a poor choice of words on his end, but that sentence did give me an idea on where to start. If we couldn't determine if there was anything actually written on those pages, or not, then we could try to determine what those pages consisted of. With Kelevra's permission, I cut off a small piece of the paper and placed it under a microscope, now if I were to place a regular piece of paper under a microscope, I would see a network of plant fibres that have been laid down to form a flat sheet. But with the paper from this book, I wasn't presented with a network of plant fibres, I was presented with... fly ash particles.

What does that mean? Well it means that the pages within this book were all made out of black fly ash, which is something you get when you burn coal. Now, this isn't that much of an alien concept, but it is also not the most common one considering that the Chinese Professor Zhang Meiyun only in 2009 proposed the idea of using Fly Ash as the key component in paper production, what's weirder is that the the suggestion turned into reality only a year ago, what is weird about that you may ask? Well, the fact that this book looked like it was put together long before 2009, long before the idea of even using fly ash to produce paper was a theory, this book predates the practice. Meaning that whoever put this book together were way ahead of their time, this revelation made me slightly amused, mainly because this was a sign of our science finally closing some kind of gap between us and the "supernatural"!

Sorry, moving away from the tangent, this revelation might seem like nothing special, a sentiment echoed by Kelevra's unenthusiastic: "So what?" Funny thing about research, any new revelation raises more questions, questions demand speculation, speculation leads to action, action results in further questions, it's kind of a never-ending web of questions that will untangle after you ask all of them and get to the core. Knowing that the pages were made out of fly ash particles, meant that these pages were at some point part of coal, what does coal do? Burn. Now coal ash on it's own (Which is a combination of fly ash and bottom ash) is toxic enough to pose a health issue for many who work in the coal-oriented industries, so burning a small piece of a page, consisting purely out of fly ash, which came from a book that was acquired from a Alternate Creature (In this case the Blind Man) would probably be a bad idea without the proper precautions.

Luckily we were in the right room, respirator masks and goggles were plentiful. Putting the small piece of paper in a tray, I began to burn it, it didn't burn for long considering it was just a small piece of the page, nothing was out of the ordinary about the burning process itself, it just burned up, emitted a bit of smoke and that's it. However, when I began to approach the burnt paper Kelevra tried to follow, but immediately stumbled and almost fell, if it weren't for a table next to him, that he grabbed onto to maintain his balance. At first I thought it was him just being clumsy, but once I glanced at him, slightly hunched over, standing still, holding his bandaged head with one of his hands, it was clear that this was more than a mere stumble.

I eagerly approached him, asking him if it was something from the burning, how could it possibly effect him if he was wearing the mask and the goggles, what did he experience and etc. I didn't get any answers to those questions, he just looked up at me, with a wild smile on his face, quietly proclaiming: "I saw him doc..." After which he suddenly grabbed me by my shoulders, I instantly braced myself for whatever violent act he was going to enact upon me, but instead all I received was an excited shake, with Kelevra, seemingly back to full energy proclaiming happily: "You did it doc!" I tried to ask what is it exactly that I "did", but he would cut me off, stating: "No time! I got what I needed, so I'm taking the book now, as promised you can keep the water." To say that I wasn't frustrated at the lack of answers I was getting would be a lie, however, as excited and interested as I was about learning what is it exactly that I "did", ultimately that wasn't why I was there, I was there for the water and so, deciding not to push my luck any further, I simply took my reward and we parted ways.

I have been researching the water since my return, I will publish my findings in my next post.

Friday, 25 December 2020

Silent Period 2: The Silenting

 So yeah, as you can see here, I finally got to meet Malik, Franky... and the asshole.

When G informed me that we were going to be meeting them in order to exchange information for some "goods", I was extremely opposed to the idea. No shit, right? I don't want to meet up with a corpse fucker, who makes love to weird ooze that flows through his body. G was all too willing to go on his own and leave me behind, and I definitely gave it a lot of thought, but in the end I decided that it was best to accompany him, there's two main reasons for that.

One: We're a team, DUH!

Two: Due to my amnesia, I don't ever remember encountering any of the scary things we write about in these blogs, generally I have been entirely blocked off from the rest of the world thanks to G. Sure, on occasion I got to go on grocery runs, but in the end I always had to come back to our hiding spot within the time limit that G provides me with. I could disobey him and run off, it's not like he is keeping me captive, but I'm pretty sure that would be an awful idea. While I believe him, there has always been this lingering doubt about all of this being real, so this was my chance to finally confirm that all of this is true, meeting up with people who are just as stuck in this predicament as me and G are.

Obviously I can't disclose our means of travel, but let's just say we were where we were supposed to be in a flash. Now, I have no idea how G knew of this research centre out in the middle of nowhere, or how he even had the card that would let him in, but it's G, a man who never takes off his mask (No joke), I could probably write a book about what I don't know about him.

We were on the research facilities grounds, had to sneak through a few security guards to get to the back entrance. As we rounded the corner, that's when we bumped into Malik and the asshole, who was all too ready to blow everyone's cover by trying to break and enter. Luckily G intervened and just opened up the door by using his card I mentioned earlier, from there we just had to sneak a bit further to the second floor, find the correct room that G needed and that's it. The entire time G and The Asshole were constantly talking about the book, Malik was just quiet, just like Franky. I gotta say here, seeing them in person for the first time was weird, I'll save my comment about The Asshole, mainly because I suspect he'd enjoy the description I'd provide of him. Malik looked like the typical music school dropout, pretty much what he posted of himself as his profile photo, except that he is covered in more bruises and his hair is dirtier. Franky was the weirdest one, wearing a dark brown hoody with that blank face mask, completely covering his face, he certainly looked like a person, but the way he moved was really weird, it's as if he was struggling to walk on just two legs.

As we were about to go in, G stopped me, Malik and Franky and told us that it would be a better idea to keep an eye out on the hallway, just in case some security guards start coming around, I didn't question G, I trust him enough not to do something stupid when left alone with The Asshole, Malik wasn't so willing though, he immediately tried to question him, but was cut off by The Asshole, telling him that it was his turn to help him and that G's idea was a good one and that's how the three of us ended up starring at a corner for nearly an hour. That's where Malik finished his post, but he left out our conversation, which he said that he didn't mind me posting, so here we go:

The conversation didn't start between us for a while, it was actually getting kind of awkward hence why I decided to break said silence: "So, kind of a strange meet up huh?"

No response, just leaning against the wall, arms folded, starring at the ground.

"I mean, I guess it makes sense, G's pretty much the only one active on the blogs who's trying to research the weird shit, that your master is aw-" this is where he instantly cut me off.

"He's not my fucking master." He looked up at me, annoyed look on his face, even Franky turned around once he started talking.

I shrugged "Whatever, you'll still end up dead if you continue 'working' with him."

"I have enough of your lectures spamming up my comments, I sure as hell don't care to hear them in person, especially not from you."

That comment took me by surprise "The fuck does that mean?"

He unfolded his arms and stood up straight "You call the idiot my master, which is hilarious coming from an amnesiac who has no idea what is out there and just blindly follows another amnesiac."

"Ah yes, that is definitely worse then the two retards who are constantly self-sabotaging one another on every 'mission' they embark on."

"Hey, if I'm such a retard then why the fuck do you care as to what I do, you sure as hell can't seem to shut the hell up about what us 'retards' do!"

"No, I can't shut up about the idiotic shit you do! But I'm sorry for trying to prevent another persons life ending in death due to their idiotic choices!"

"Hey, at least I'm fucking doing something for myself, instead of just sitting on someone's ass not sure if whether all of this is real, or not!"

"Impulsive idiot!"

"Indecisive tard!"

And suddenly both of our mouths were covered by Franky's gloved hands, I didn't even notice that we got in each other's faces and were nearly yelling at one another, I also didn't notice how Franky managed to creep up on us, guess the argument got a little too personal, not gonna lie.

After Franky removed his, surprisingly cold hands Malik just stormed off back to his end of the wall, leaned back on it and avoided looking at me. I just kind of awkwardly stayed in the middle of the hallway, mainly because I didn't really want to get into an argument with him, honestly I just wanted to have a conversation, I also felt like a bit of an asshole for what I said, hence why I felt the need to say the following:

"I don't believe you deserve to die, sorry that you don't agree with that."

And then I walked back to my side of the corridor, continuing to look at the corner. Few minutes of silence passed until he broke it:

"Look..." I looked at him "Shit's fucked out there..." He looked to the side and then covered his face with both of his hands and slid the hair out of his face "Hell, shit's fucked in here..." He pointed at his head as he moved his hands away from his hair "Been for a while." He looked directly at me "Point is, I'll die, I know it and I made peace with it a long time ago, you need someone who wants to survive and reach a happy ending?" He looked away "You're going to have to find someone else."

Yeah, pretty fucking depressing, but hey, it wasn't all negative, he did say this in the end:

"For what it's worth, I hope you manage to reach it."

That's about when G exited the room with The Asshole and we all parted ways. Despite the argument and the name-calling it was actually somewhat nice to meet Malik, he is the first person I talked to in person who is entangled in the same shit that I am and I guess he's not a complete ass.