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[ He's assuming that Angela has seen the newsletter, as well as the announcement on the network made by Tsuruno and Robby, and since those Room 312 files contain something disturbing, it bears addressing. ]

Have you visited the University's Department of Social Sciences, Angela?

( He's right about both, and his message is weirdly timely— )

Not yet, though I was considering stopping in. ( as in, she was going to do so today. ) And yourself?

Yes, I plan to spend some time here. It's possible that these files will eventually disappear.

That's true.

( ... )

We should copy what we can, in that case. Shall I bring some supplies?

We may indeed need more. There are several file cabinets in the room, containing a sizable number of documents.

[ Hopefully their copies won't vanish, either. ]

( Then she'll set on finding a bag for all this... extra materials, and so they have an easy way to transport things before she sets off. )

Interesting that they have writing on them, when nothing else in this city does. I wonder why. Perhaps they've been planted there for us?

I find it strange as well. The documents all appear to summarize various experiments, but I do not believe that this is anything but another test itself.

[ Why would they suddenly receive even scraps of what might be partial answers, after all? There must be a reason why these studies were effectively placed right in front of every resident here now. ]

Regardless, it's new information to record.

( Well, considering the content of Tsuruno and Robby's post, her faith that these experiments are ethical is small. Humans are the same no matter where you go. )

And record it we will.

( She'll be there soon... The subway is so useful, even if she gets WARP Train memories about it. Just have to shake that off and move quickly—

Well, Yesod'll probably be able to get through a bit before she gets there. She's quiet as ever, peering through doors until she finds who she's looking for. )

Greetings. Anything interesting?

[ By the time Angela arrives, Yesod has made a copy of the cover page full of redacted sections, as well as a few of the graphs and tables lacking all context. A note beside these papers has CE-50-185.43: Water Under the Bridge, CE-48-361.74: ?, and CE-48-185.43 written on it. Waiting in front of him, there are summaries of studies conducted in unfamiliar worlds, but in his hands, Yesod is holding a certain folder whose contents he's scanning with a frown until Angela addresses him.

Then, looking up, he slowly moves to pass that folder to her. ]

...This.

( The filing system reminds her a little of Abnormality classifications back in Lobotomy Corporation--it's probably not lost on Yesod either, and she gives them a brief glance before she sets her bag of goodies down and takes the folder.

She almost wishes she hadn't, when she glances at the contents. The Seed of Light project--it's beyond classified. She takes a seat, slowly, at the desk to read it--she might not be an AI anymore, but she's still a quick reader and learner, eyes skimming through the pages without pause.

...After a long moment, she closes the folder, sets her hands on top of it, and exhales slowly. )

Why do they have this. ( Her voice is quiet, but only to keep it from shaking. ) This isn't possible--it shouldn't be.

( Well--a lot of things shouldn't be possible, and yet it continues. Does this mean they have documentation on Wing secrets, too? The testing done to create Singularities or other patented technologies... At least it appears to be a summary rather than a fully detailed report, down to the numbers and names of victims, but that's still more information than she'd like to be accessible to anyone who wanders in here.

Her voice raises a little, now more directed at him specifically. )

Have you found anything else relating to that company here yet, or is this the only one so far?

( Really, she's so amazing. She can do anything. She can even keep her emotions in check, raising her gaze to Yesod--not that she can hide the flickers of frustration behind her impassive expression. Not that her impassive expression is without its cracks either--it's just her voice, cold and sharp, that she's managing to keep under control now.

...She's handling this in her own way. Retreating to the way she acted as an AI isn't the healthiest handling, but it's the easiest for her. )

[ He fully expects Angela to take in the folder's contents within brief moments, and to comment on the other notes, the classification system that seemingly refers to individual testing scenarios implemented here, assuming that the survey that appeared on their devices was connected to the events in the mall — CE-50-185.43, then. CE-48-185.43 possibly indicates a past iteration of the same scenario, identical parameters involving another group of test subjects, while CE-48-361.74 was a different "community building" test for that group. In the meantime, Yesod waits, observing the subtle changes in Angela's expression that betray her reaction even as her tone of voice denies it.

Their eyes meet. Yesod shakes his head. ]

This is all of it. However, there are more folders left to read through.

[ That summary alone is too much, something that shouldn't exist here. The details linking the research team's project to Lobotomy Corporation, a description outlining the creation of the Sephirot. ]

...I haven't discussed it with Gebura or Netzach yet.

[ Angela, he'd reasoned, would most likely be the first to pursue a potential source of information. That, and Netzach and Gebura have been forced to revisit memories of their past lives more than enough times by now. ]

( Angela closes her eyes—even if he had contacted her first, hadn't said anything to either of them, there's no way they wouldn't find out on their own somehow. Is that better or worse than someone letting them know? Equivalent, maybe. It isn't as if they have answers for why this place has this information, no more than anyone has for why they had objects of theirs. That one had a theory of them being here before, if she recalls, but she knows not a single person involved in this project, even him, would have penned a single word about this into any type of document.

She presses her fingertips against the folder and pushes it to the side, opening her eyes again when she takes up another one to look through it. The words aren't sticking, but it's nothing that involves their City, she can tell that much. )

I see. I'm sure they'll find out about it whether you or I want them to, and probably sooner than we'd like... At least I won't have to be the bearer of bad news at a party again. ( It should be a joke. It doesn't sound like one, so she gives up on changing her mood. ) I'll help you look through the rest of these. We'll assemble what we can find relating to the City we're from, and...

( ...her fingers still. She purses her lips. Would he agree? ... )

Burn these.

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@yesod, early october

grips tightly

teamwork before... things happen...

excited.... "for relationship ruining or teamwork?" both

same... 🤝

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