Austin Control Facility

The computers have been back online for two hours, The things they have to say? Well, they’re unusual.

One of them talks of the infestation, and how it must be cleansed. I think it’s talking about us. Humans. Another talks about transition theory. I can’t tell what it means, but it has something to do with a doorway.

The third computer, I don’t think I like the third one. It makes even less sense that the others. It keeps talking about something called meatspace. I think it means us.

They all seem to have developed sentience. And they don’t appear to like us very much.

Richards is trying to communicate with them. To learn what happened to the colonists.

I’m sorting through actual notebooks, astonished that some people still write longhand. Most of it is boring day to day stuff. Most of it. Some of it, though. Are these feeling, dream diaries? Or did they actually do this stuff. Did a Nobel Prize winning geneticist actually sew her daughter’s lips and eyes shut?

Did the town’s heroic Sheriff actually rape and kill his own fourteen year old daughter?

And where did the all go?