SOCIETY OF THE RECORD KEEPERS

The following document contains transcriptions of various videos and tapes involving the events of the Hospital Prophorikos incident that occurred in the city of Novissimus Flos.

All of the information contained within this package is classified in perpetuity. Anybody caught transporting the information will be persecuted.

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Excerpts from Aster’s Tri-Diary, Hospital Endiathetos

Day 1—

I don't remember why I'm here. Doctors haven't come to see me yet but the nurses, Cypress and Viscaria, tell me they should arrive soon. I've been asked that while recording my thoughts, if I must, to do it electronically. Is paper a vector of disease? I'll need to remember to ask whoever comes in next.

Since I was called in so unexpectedly I didn't think to pack anything. I've spent the day staring at the ceiling and the walls. I'm lucky to be in a private room, though, so the quiet is nice. Well, when it isn't being interrupted by the moaning machines and constant vital checkups.

Nothing much has been done yet. My left arm is connected up to an IV, but I don’t know what's inside. If it's anything like the last few times I've been in hospital, it's probably just saline. My right arm has an IV in it too, but it's not connected to anything. I don't know what that's about. I wish they could just take that one out. I've needed to repeatedly wipe the area down, there's so much blood escaping. No one's fixed it yet.

Well, that's not true. Viscaria has tried redoing it a few times, but Cypress told her to give it up. I don't know if I should have a preference in nurses, but it's Viscaria.

Day 1—

I don't know why I'm here. Apparently it's been a few hours now. I must have been under pretty good, because that's news to me. That doesn't explain why. Although I suppose barely being able to move is reason enough.

Viscaria brought a book in for me today. The Radical Regent of Gimcrack. I've only read the first two chapters so far, but I'm enjoying it. It's helping to clear my mind. The machine noises are a bit distracting, though.

One of the stranger things here though is that I've been told by my nurses, Viscaria and Cypress, that if I want to keep a journal then I've got to do it digitally. I wonder why. If I remember, I'll ask.

Nothing much has been done yet. My left arm is connected up to an IV, but I don't know what's inside. If it's anything like the last few times I've been in hospital, it's probably just saline. My right arm has an IV in it too, but it's not connected to anything. I don't know what that's about. I wish they could just take that one out. I've needed to repeatedly wipe the area down. Blood's been pooling there. No one's fixed it yet.

Well, that's not true. Viscaria has tried redoing it a few times, but Cypress told her to give it up. I don't know if I should have a preference in nurses, but it's Viscaria.

Day 1—

I don't know why I'm here. Apparently I've been here for a few hours. I must have been under pretty good, because that's news to me. That doesn't explain why. Although I suppose barely being able to move is reason enough.

Luckily, I brought a book with me. The Radical Regent of Gimcrack. It had a bookmark at the beginning of chapter three, but I've only read the first two chapters so far. It's been good for clearing the mind. The machine noises are a bit distracting, though.

Well, that's not true. Viscaria has tried redoing it a few times, but Cypress told her to give it up. I don't know if I should have a preference in nurses, but it's Viscaria.

Day 1—

I don't know why I'm here. According to the nurses, it's been a few hours. I must have been under pretty good, because that's news to me. That doesn't explain why. I suppose barely being able to move is reason enough.

Luckily, I brought a book with me. The Radical Regent of Gimcrack. It had a bookmark at the beginning of chapter three, but I don't remember reading that far. The machine noises are too distracting to get anywhere.

Nothing much has been done yet. My left arm is connected up to an IV, but I forget what's inside. If it's anything like the last few times I've been in hospital, it's probably just saline. My right arm has an IV in it too, but it's not connected to anything. I don't know what that's about. I wish they could just take that one out. I've needed to repeatedly wipe the area of blood. No one's fixed it yet.

Well, that's not true. Viscaria has tried redoing it a few times, but Cypress told her to give it up. I don't know if I should have a preference in nurses, but it's Viscaria.

Day 1—

I don't know why I'm here. The nurses won't tell me. One of them, Viscaria, told me I've been here for a few hours. I must have been under pretty good, because that's news to me. It looks like I'll be here for a few days more, anyway.

Luckily, I brought a book with me. The Radical Regent of Gimcrack. It had a bookmark at the beginning of chapter three, but I've only read the first two chapters so far. The machine noises are a bit distracting, though.

Nothing much has been done yet. My left arm is connected up to an IV, but they won't tell me what's inside. If it's anything like the last few times I've been in hospital, it's probably just saline. My right arm has an IV in it too, but it's not connected to anything. I don't know what that's about. I wish they could just take that one out.

Day 1—

I don't remember why I'm here. Doctors haven't come to see me yet but the nurses, Cypress and Viscaria, tell me they should arrive soon. I've been asked that while recording my thoughts, if I must, to do it electronically. I wonder why that is. I'll need to remember to ask whoever comes in next.

Luckily, I brought a book with me. The Radical Regent of Gimcrack. It had a bookmark at the beginning of chapter three, but I only started today and have just read up to four. It helps clear my mind of other things while I'm here. The machine noises are a bit distracting, though.

Nothing much has been done yet. My left arm is connected up to an IV, but I forget what's inside. If it's anything like the last few times I've been in hospital, it's probably just saline. For some reason, my right arm has an IV in it too, but it's not connected to anything. I don't know what that's about. I wish they could just take that one out.

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Audio Description of Video Feed in Patient 0544’s (Patient name: Aster) Room, Hospital Endiathetos

“—t should be enough. In position, Viscaria?” Cypress says, weighing an IV connected to Patient 0544’s arm in his hands. The IV is of a clear plastic, and the contents inside are a dim orange sludge.

She extends her arm toward him in response. “No, we can get more. Wait.”

“If we cut this too close, we lose him. I'm not taking responsibility for that.”

The low resolution image of Cypress closes in on a patient lying on a hospital bed. Viscaria tries to get between him and a panel attached to the bed, but is pushed out of the way, crashing into the wall. Cypress quickly types a number into a keypad on the panel, opening a small steel box to reveal a thumb-sized button, which he clicks in. A steel slab falls from the ceiling onto the patient.

Viscaria yells out to Cypress with her hands on her head. “We could have gone for longer! We're on a deadline!”

Cypress offers a bloodied hand to Viscaria, but she refuses it. “I'll get up on my own.”

Turning to the mass of carnage wreathing the bed, Cypress pulls out a Dialectic and holds it to his ear. “Cleanup in room 8. —Yes. —thank you.”

Viscaria pushes herself slowly off of the floor and proceeds to the console, retracting the slab from the bed.

“How much did we get?” Cypress asks.

“Just over five liters. Get the vessel.”

Cypress walks out of the room. After confirming that he is gone, Viscaria secrets a small amount of the orange liquid into a hidden container under her coat.

>>Fast forward 327 seconds>>

Cypress returns carrying a metal container. It appears to be an urn. Viscaria places the IV and the liquid drips into the vessel.

As this process takes time, a janitor enters room eight and thoroughly cleans the bed, making meaningless small talk with both nurses.

>>Fast forward 54000 seconds>>

A wheelchair carrying an unconscious man is rolled through the door. Cypress jacks the bed down hauls him into bed. Viscaria gently places a blanket.

When the commotion dies down, a clear view of the face is presented. Patient 0544 wakes up, whole bodied and confused.

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Interview With Former Patient of Hospital Endiathetos, Anonymous

“[REDACTED], you say you saw him in the halls?”

“Yes, just wandering. Like we all did.”

“And until then you never questioned anything?”

“I think we were all used to ending up there for some reason or other. I never questioned it.”

“What about family members? Documents show they made visits.”

“They did.”

“They never questioned why you were there? Nothing was being done to them.”

“I don't know.”

“Was it always the same two nurses?”

“We were all assigned our own set. I don't recall anybody else mentioning [REDACTED] or [REDACTED].”

“I see. Tell me more about— Aster.”

“From the memories I have, he was there for the same reasons as us.”

“Yes. But he did something.”

“He figured it out. Why we were really there and— and…”

“And what?”

“How long.”

“Which was?”

“Five years.”

“And why were you there?”

“Medical advancement.”

“Can you tell me what kind of medical advancements?”

“I think we all had different purposes. Mine was— it was— Yes, vision! Improving human vision for night use.”

“In other words, night vision without a need for a HUD. Can you recall how it was done?”

“If— If I concentrate.”

“Tell it only as fast as you're comfortable with.”

“Thank you. It was horrendous. Repeated everyday. They plucked out my eyes. Over and over and over— all over again and again.”

“Breathe, [REDACTED]. Big breaths now.”

“I'm sorry.”

“No, don't worry about it. Tell me, how is your vision now?”

“It was a success.”

“For you?”

“Yes.”

“But—”

“The depths. You don't believe.”

“No, I do.”

“Turn off the lights.— Now hold your fingers up. Don't tell me how many.”

“Alright.”

“Four. Again.”

“Okay.”

“Seven. Again.”

“Go.”

“One.”

“Holy shit. Colin, shut down the recording!”

“On i—”

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Email from Hospital Endiathetos Director Asphodel to UNKNOWN

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[SECURITY CONFIRMED]

AΩ communication [CONFIRMED]

Subject: URGENT + S. #0023

[REDACTED],

As you are aware, a breach was recently discovered in our servers. The source was tracked and we can confirm that any offending bodies have been dealt with. All further communication will be relayed through a random series of towers throughout the city. Please be aware that it may cause delays in our messaging, but such is the price of security.

Let us forget that incident. Tests have resumed on patient #0023 and proceed smoothly. Numbers are as follows:

24, 62, 13, 74

Please process the numbers and get back to us soon.

Surgery "G" conducted on patient #0023.

Substance "G" implanted in patient #0023.

Staff promotions:

Cypress, Q

Viscaria, L, P

Linaria, L,

URGENT: A patient was dropped from seven stories and died on the spot. However, before the coroner could inspect the body, it reawakened alive and well. Tests were conducted, all vitals came back normal. No signs of damage on the body, nor impairment in the brain. It's been suggested we bring in others to replicate. Need bodies cheap. Send for Cleaners, but quietly. Don't let the news out.

Dir. Asphodel,

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Recounting from Aster's tri-diary, Hospital Endiathetos

Having undergone the unknown surgery only hours prior, he was told to leave the hospital. A confusion set about his brow, and he asked about what had been done to him.

“We've repaired you.” The nurse said, but he was not reassured.

“Repaired me? Was I broken?”

The nurse shifted. “Your kidney was acting up. You don't remember? You almost rejected it. We had you on some strong sedatives, it's not surprising you don't remember.”

“Oh, that's right. My blood work was bad, that's why I was called in.”

The nurse nodded, then left the room.

Aster forced himself up against the headrest of the bed. His effort was rewarded exponentially and he almost fell into the floor. He looked to his stomach. There was only a small mark and barely a pinch of pain.

When she returned, her arms cradled a manila folder and she removed a dismissal form from inside. Aster looked past the legal and immediately signed his name. The nurse extracted both IV's and, free from the plastic, he wandered groggy into the hall. He followed a mass of similar newly dismissed patients into the foyer. The hospital had a set time for release, he figured.

Guards armed the outer walls. All exits were barred save for one, fit tight with security. A line of patients stood, ready to be pat down and allowed exit.

“Badge!” Security yelled before Aster could make his way in line.

He jumped. He was used to the quiet tone of the nurses. “I don't work here, I'm just—”

The man glanced at an ID imprinted on Aster's arm, lifting it up and scanning it with a purple light.

“I didn't— I didn't know that was there.”

When the guard left, Aster eyed his forearm, saw nothing, and placed himself last in the queue. He rubbed the phantom mark, and looked at the arms of the other patients in line. Their unique serial numbers were clearly printed alongside their name. He looked to the woman ahead, and his voice quivered.

“E— Excuse me. What is the ID we're being asked for?”

The lady turned around, concern ringed her eyes. “I don't know. I don't know! I don't know what's going on! Can you see— see mine?”

Aster looked down. “Yes. Can you? I can't see mine.”

“I can't see mine either, but yours is— is clear.”

He looked to the ground and swung his arms behind his back. “You don't know why you're here, right?”

“I don't,” she pierced his eyes.

The conversation droned, neither participant anymore aware. When the woman was at security, Aster listened in for any information.

“ID!” The guard shouted.

Wearily, she pulled her forearm up.

“The other one!” He declared.

“Other?” She shook out.

Security heaved her other arm up onto a table fitted with a fixed device similar to the one the guard carried with him. He eyed the screen, green reflected in his pupils. Without a sound, an accompanying guard pushed the patient through the doors and out into the cold city of Novissimus Flos.

Aster took her place at the counter, lifting his left arm, and was pushed out into

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Audio Description of Multiple Video Feeds Concerning Patient 0544 (Patient name: Aster), Hospital Endiathetos

[CAMERA_ROOM_0008, 2:21am]

From the corner of the room, the feed captures Patient 0544’s agitated sleep. Orange liquid is seen spilling from the bed to the floor.

>>Fast forward 8280 seconds>>

Patient 0544 awakes, sits up, and examines his arm. He sits still for 72 seconds before leaping out of the bed and rushing out into the hallway.

[FRONTLOBBY, 4:55am]

Patient 0544 ritually paces the empty lobby.

>>Fast forward 32 seconds>>

Patient 0544 heads to the door exiting Hospital Endiathetos. He is blocked by a guard and is questioned.

“I need to see your ID, sir.”

“I don’t have any.” Patient 0544 says.

The guard grips Patient 0544’s arm and scans it. “I see.” The guard says.

>>Fast forward 722 seconds>>

A group dressed in white washes blood from the floor.

>>Fast forward 8352 seconds>>

Patient 0544 heads to the door exiting Hospital Endiathetos. He is blocked by a guard and is questioned.

“I need to see your ID, sir.”

“Haven’t you already seen it?” Patient 0544 asks.

The guard grips Patient 0544’s arm and scans it. “Wait, how—” the guard says.

>>Fast forward 841 seconds>>

A group dressed in white washes blood from the floor.

>>Fast forward 8812 seconds>>

Patient 0544 heads to the door exiting Hospital Endiathetos. Noticing a patrol, he crouches behind the security desk.

>>Fast forward 143 seconds>>

Patient 0544 scans his arm. G24 S flashes across the accompanying screen. Consult Dir. Asphodel if found wandering.

[DIR_OFFICE, 10:12am]

Door opens from the outside. Patient 0544 is heard shouting.

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Aster’s Account (Dramatisation, Originally Aired on SFA.3)

Director Asphodel stood expressed by lightning.

“Do you have an appointment?” She calmly asked.

“No,” he replied, “not as far as I’m aware. But I don’t think that matters here.”

Aster stood still as the Director averted her gaze with a sip of coffee. Returning her eyes to his dazed figure, she responded. “Unfortunately I can’t let you in without an appointment. If you’d like, we could book one for you.”

She raised her hand from under the desk. The lights roared red. The ceiling’s colour changed from silent to a daring horn.

“In that case, I think we should delay this just a bit.” He said as he surged back out into the hall.

Aster powered through the Endiathetos. Guards gave chase through the bone-white corridors. Staff caught in the whirlwind of his escape fell starry-faced to the floor. In the wake of chaos, he lost their pursuit and fell panting into an open room.

“Are you alright, sir?” Asked a nurse, Cypress tagged to his scrub top.

Without any hesitation Aster pulled him in close, knocked him to the floor, and dragged him to a nearby corner. Newly outfitted, he found his way back to his own room and disconnected the bag of orange fluid from the IV pole.

As he preciously carried it through the hospital, he realized It drains time. Power cut. All ceased.

When the light returned, the Director faced him. “Oh, 0544, that’s not all.”

She pointed to the wallpaper contouring the small room that Aster couldn’t remember entering. Orange slowly seeped and stained. Suddenly, it was waist high.

“I’m afraid that I need you to go back to your room.” Director Asphodel told him sternly.

She pointed a needle toward his neck, Aster swatted it from her hand and into the ever flowing pool.

“Shit!” She screamed, diving in after it.

It drains time.

Holding the flowing liquid in his hand, he shouted.

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Proposed Plans for Hospital Prophorikos

When guests enter, they will be assigned a guide to aid them through the old hospital.
They will be led through general patient rooms.
The guests will be treated to a live* demonstration of a lobotomy.
Guides will bring a group of guests to the cafeteria.
Guests will be led to the Orange Room. Guides will explain the significance of G24.
Guests will be given a “real” substitute to touch.
The guides will take back the substitute and lead them to the auditorium.
Unveil Asphodel in bed, being fed G24 by IV.

*Using convicts provided by the Crimson Guard.

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Email from UNKNOWN to UNKNOWN

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[SECURITY CONFIRMED]

AΩ communication [CONFIRMED]

Subject:

Substance “G24” has been pronounced a failure. Even with regular doses, all patients recovered within [REDACTED]. Commence preparation of Substance “G25” to use on new test subject [REDACTED].

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