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Field Operation FW_0021_DRSV Transcript 11
Previous Transcript: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36532425/
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Civ 6 really, really killed my desire to do anything for a full week. I have uninstalled it so many times...then reinstalled it to finish the damn thing. It's done now though and I can actually focus on writing. Expect more chapters soon, especially as we push towards the end of the expedition and logs.
Field operation: FW_0021_DRSV
Audio File: FW_0021_DRSV_LOG_02
Audio Record Date: 1 hour after FW_0021_DRSV_044
Transcriber’s Notes (D5 David Willhelm):
Quadcadia’s interference in the recordings continue in here, it’s presence audible in the background. To note though is that Quadcadia appears not to be conversing with us - the listeners and transcribers - but to another entity. It’s replies are inaudible here, but fragments of the noise can be heard. This entity has been designated [REDACTED BY A2 M.A.]
(Note by A2 M.A. - As per the agreement during Incident FW-0021-93, all references to the secondary entity have hereby been redacted in order to prevent further similar incidents. Giving this entity a name appears to be enough to give it a perch in our reality - something which neither ourselves, our patrons or it desires. All references to this entity that may indicate what it may be have been hereby censored)
Transcription:
(The audio log starts with heavy breathing. Sundaram’s voice sounds labored and incredibly stressed as he starts speaking.)
“This is...this…ishhh…”
(His voice is slurred for a moment as he pauses. There’s a deep breath as he continues.)
“This is Sundaram’s audio log. Post-change. I...I need to focus on just...talking. Not how to talk, but just talking. The second I focus on mah lahps ahr my…”
(there is another pause now, followed by what may be a clearing of his throat but comes off as a soft ‘neighing’ sound)
“Keep talking. Keep talking. If I focus on my lips or my face or anything I’m doing and try to manually control it, I lose control. Whereas if I were to just do things like walk or talk an instinct is definitely kicking in that lets me accomplish those tasks with this new set of hardware.
...and what goddamn hardware it is. When I woke up today morning I was in an utter state of shock for a full half hour. I’m STILL in a state of shock in fact - my body has changed dramatically over the course of the night. I’m not going to bother describing all the details - the video log has all that. From the waist down I appear to have genitalia, legs and feet of that of an equine of some manner.
My waist and chest is more or less the same - though it looks and feels to be wider. Similarly my arms and hands are the same apart from becoming hairier and having a change in colors. No tail just yet, either.
But my head...oh god my head. I’m running my fingers over it now. The world is so different. I cant see in color anymore..but my field of view has changed immensely. I can see all around myself except directly in front and directly behind. What makes this even more bizzare is that the change isn’t just physical - it’s also mental. The field of view in my memories from the human sight...it’s...bizzare. That's the best way to describe it. It’s like looking through a lens that is unnatural. Like in one of those discovery channel documentaries that show how a dog or a fish sees the world. It's disturbing, my memories just...being alien to me now. My memories of my dogs, my sister and nephews all just...distorted.”
(It is during this time in the recording that entity Quadcadia can be heard mumbling in the background. Sundaram does not seem to be able to hear it. Isolation of the mumbling reveals a few other sentences as below)
‘No. He does not know yet….yes...no….two more nights…’
(Quadcadia’s voice fades away and is indiscernible until later. Sundaram has paused at this point...his voice seems to be cracking a bit.)
“I...I don’t know how to feel about this. I guess...I guess you sort of just...understand that you’re giving your life away when you sign up with the company. I knew there was the risk of not coming back on this field trip...I just didn’t think it’d...actually happen, you know?”
(There’s the sound of a sniff now, followed by a cough).
“I just didn’t...didn’t think I’d end up as a goddamn freak and lose my humanity. It was just supposed to be a quick trip in and out. Nothing more. Nothing less. Oh fuck...it just...it was going so well. It was so well and then this...and I’m...I can no longer go back. It’s just...not fair! It’s not fair! IT’S NOT FAIR!”
(He takes in a deep breath. The sound of the recorder being placed down can be heard along with hoof-steps on grass. Sundaram has left the recorder and has stepped away - though notably, not too far as the sound of soft sobbing and whinning can be heard. During this though Quadcadia’s conversation can be made out in more detail.)
‘Yes...spirit...strong’
(Indecipherable mumbling from [REDACTED] to Quadcadia)
‘Not...aware of…they....yes...removed.’
([REDACTED] seems to indicate something in affirmative to Quadcadia)
‘Are...sure? I...will try. With hope, the herd will accept...’
(Sundaram returns to the audio recorder now. Quadcadia and [REDACTED] no longer can be heard from this point onwards to note. Sundaram’s voice is wavering as he sniffs and offers.)
“I am sorry, I...I just had a mental breakdown. That was unprofessional of me. I...understand now that there’s no going back for me. For my own safety and that of others. But...I’m scared...I’m frightened now to my core. There’s a weakness in the pit of my stomach and I feel like I could faint at any moment. I didn’t anticipate this and the changes are so fast...it feels dizzying. It feels horrible.
Breathe...I have to breathe. I have to slow down...if I keep thinking on it, I’ll probably just break down again. I need to...focus. There’s...there’s a lot to play and take note of here. My legs...my legs are really strong now. Muscular. The hoofs in particular seem very strong and sturdy. It’s clear that these are meant for running. I am bothered though by the lack of a tail. It feels like something is missing - and my balance is particularly not ideal, even with the likely new inner ear mechanisms. I suppose that just means my changes are not complete.
My digestive system I suspect is still that of a human’s - but I won’t be able to chew any of the meat rations given the lack of incisors or canines. I’m actually examining my mouth and face now...heh.”
(Sundaram laughs for a moment now)
“...my cousin would make SO many ‘why the long face’ jokes. He’s into that kind of humor. I guess I’ll have to get used to those jokes....”
(There’s a soft chuckling, before Sundaram falls silent for a good 12 seconds.)
“I’m examining myself more...and I think...I think I’m not so afraid anymore. I...don’t know why. I should be. I still am...but something about this...it more annoys me, now that I think of it. Especially as I scratch this horn in my head. Why a Unicorn? Why western fantasy? Part of me is indignant. Couldn’t they have gone with some sort of Indian mythological creature?
Granted...maybe that’s not so much of a good idea. The bhoots that we hear about as kids are never very pleasant...and I guess they don’t have as wild a creature as this. At least this...is maybe a bit more tolerable. I don’t know what kind of creatures actually an Indian mythology would have apart from what we see in the Bhagavat Gita anyway. I really should have paid more attention during my religious classes as a kid.
The indignation is good though. It’s...distracting. Though I think...I think it may be time to end this log. My stomach is rumbling. I should attempt to give my new taste buds a shot. Maybe see what food is like…I should also send all the logs up to this point back, in case I’m not as able to manipulate the recorders with whatever my hands change into next. Shit, that reminds me - I should probably change some of the fingerprint security on the pods. Okay, that’s the plan for today then. Eat, change the security, examine more on the body, send the logs and notes back in a pod, then maybe speak to Proctor.
I will record another log in the evening with any more observations, especially of the instincts. I suspect there are many more changes just under the surface that I haven’t noticed just yet. Maybe flight instincts have grown more powerful? Or maybe not. We’ll see. This is Sundaram signing off.”
Current Transcript: 11
Next Transcript: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36898558/
Civ 6 really, really killed my desire to do anything for a full week. I have uninstalled it so many times...then reinstalled it to finish the damn thing. It's done now though and I can actually focus on writing. Expect more chapters soon, especially as we push towards the end of the expedition and logs.
Field operation: FW_0021_DRSV
Audio File: FW_0021_DRSV_LOG_02
Audio Record Date: 1 hour after FW_0021_DRSV_044
Transcriber’s Notes (D5 David Willhelm):
Quadcadia’s interference in the recordings continue in here, it’s presence audible in the background. To note though is that Quadcadia appears not to be conversing with us - the listeners and transcribers - but to another entity. It’s replies are inaudible here, but fragments of the noise can be heard. This entity has been designated [REDACTED BY A2 M.A.]
(Note by A2 M.A. - As per the agreement during Incident FW-0021-93, all references to the secondary entity have hereby been redacted in order to prevent further similar incidents. Giving this entity a name appears to be enough to give it a perch in our reality - something which neither ourselves, our patrons or it desires. All references to this entity that may indicate what it may be have been hereby censored)
Transcription:
(The audio log starts with heavy breathing. Sundaram’s voice sounds labored and incredibly stressed as he starts speaking.)
“This is...this…ishhh…”
(His voice is slurred for a moment as he pauses. There’s a deep breath as he continues.)
“This is Sundaram’s audio log. Post-change. I...I need to focus on just...talking. Not how to talk, but just talking. The second I focus on mah lahps ahr my…”
(there is another pause now, followed by what may be a clearing of his throat but comes off as a soft ‘neighing’ sound)
“Keep talking. Keep talking. If I focus on my lips or my face or anything I’m doing and try to manually control it, I lose control. Whereas if I were to just do things like walk or talk an instinct is definitely kicking in that lets me accomplish those tasks with this new set of hardware.
...and what goddamn hardware it is. When I woke up today morning I was in an utter state of shock for a full half hour. I’m STILL in a state of shock in fact - my body has changed dramatically over the course of the night. I’m not going to bother describing all the details - the video log has all that. From the waist down I appear to have genitalia, legs and feet of that of an equine of some manner.
My waist and chest is more or less the same - though it looks and feels to be wider. Similarly my arms and hands are the same apart from becoming hairier and having a change in colors. No tail just yet, either.
But my head...oh god my head. I’m running my fingers over it now. The world is so different. I cant see in color anymore..but my field of view has changed immensely. I can see all around myself except directly in front and directly behind. What makes this even more bizzare is that the change isn’t just physical - it’s also mental. The field of view in my memories from the human sight...it’s...bizzare. That's the best way to describe it. It’s like looking through a lens that is unnatural. Like in one of those discovery channel documentaries that show how a dog or a fish sees the world. It's disturbing, my memories just...being alien to me now. My memories of my dogs, my sister and nephews all just...distorted.”
(It is during this time in the recording that entity Quadcadia can be heard mumbling in the background. Sundaram does not seem to be able to hear it. Isolation of the mumbling reveals a few other sentences as below)
‘No. He does not know yet….yes...no….two more nights…’
(Quadcadia’s voice fades away and is indiscernible until later. Sundaram has paused at this point...his voice seems to be cracking a bit.)
“I...I don’t know how to feel about this. I guess...I guess you sort of just...understand that you’re giving your life away when you sign up with the company. I knew there was the risk of not coming back on this field trip...I just didn’t think it’d...actually happen, you know?”
(There’s the sound of a sniff now, followed by a cough).
“I just didn’t...didn’t think I’d end up as a goddamn freak and lose my humanity. It was just supposed to be a quick trip in and out. Nothing more. Nothing less. Oh fuck...it just...it was going so well. It was so well and then this...and I’m...I can no longer go back. It’s just...not fair! It’s not fair! IT’S NOT FAIR!”
(He takes in a deep breath. The sound of the recorder being placed down can be heard along with hoof-steps on grass. Sundaram has left the recorder and has stepped away - though notably, not too far as the sound of soft sobbing and whinning can be heard. During this though Quadcadia’s conversation can be made out in more detail.)
‘Yes...spirit...strong’
(Indecipherable mumbling from [REDACTED] to Quadcadia)
‘Not...aware of…they....yes...removed.’
([REDACTED] seems to indicate something in affirmative to Quadcadia)
‘Are...sure? I...will try. With hope, the herd will accept...’
(Sundaram returns to the audio recorder now. Quadcadia and [REDACTED] no longer can be heard from this point onwards to note. Sundaram’s voice is wavering as he sniffs and offers.)
“I am sorry, I...I just had a mental breakdown. That was unprofessional of me. I...understand now that there’s no going back for me. For my own safety and that of others. But...I’m scared...I’m frightened now to my core. There’s a weakness in the pit of my stomach and I feel like I could faint at any moment. I didn’t anticipate this and the changes are so fast...it feels dizzying. It feels horrible.
Breathe...I have to breathe. I have to slow down...if I keep thinking on it, I’ll probably just break down again. I need to...focus. There’s...there’s a lot to play and take note of here. My legs...my legs are really strong now. Muscular. The hoofs in particular seem very strong and sturdy. It’s clear that these are meant for running. I am bothered though by the lack of a tail. It feels like something is missing - and my balance is particularly not ideal, even with the likely new inner ear mechanisms. I suppose that just means my changes are not complete.
My digestive system I suspect is still that of a human’s - but I won’t be able to chew any of the meat rations given the lack of incisors or canines. I’m actually examining my mouth and face now...heh.”
(Sundaram laughs for a moment now)
“...my cousin would make SO many ‘why the long face’ jokes. He’s into that kind of humor. I guess I’ll have to get used to those jokes....”
(There’s a soft chuckling, before Sundaram falls silent for a good 12 seconds.)
“I’m examining myself more...and I think...I think I’m not so afraid anymore. I...don’t know why. I should be. I still am...but something about this...it more annoys me, now that I think of it. Especially as I scratch this horn in my head. Why a Unicorn? Why western fantasy? Part of me is indignant. Couldn’t they have gone with some sort of Indian mythological creature?
Granted...maybe that’s not so much of a good idea. The bhoots that we hear about as kids are never very pleasant...and I guess they don’t have as wild a creature as this. At least this...is maybe a bit more tolerable. I don’t know what kind of creatures actually an Indian mythology would have apart from what we see in the Bhagavat Gita anyway. I really should have paid more attention during my religious classes as a kid.
The indignation is good though. It’s...distracting. Though I think...I think it may be time to end this log. My stomach is rumbling. I should attempt to give my new taste buds a shot. Maybe see what food is like…I should also send all the logs up to this point back, in case I’m not as able to manipulate the recorders with whatever my hands change into next. Shit, that reminds me - I should probably change some of the fingerprint security on the pods. Okay, that’s the plan for today then. Eat, change the security, examine more on the body, send the logs and notes back in a pod, then maybe speak to Proctor.
I will record another log in the evening with any more observations, especially of the instincts. I suspect there are many more changes just under the surface that I haven’t noticed just yet. Maybe flight instincts have grown more powerful? Or maybe not. We’ll see. This is Sundaram signing off.”
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