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19 years ago
Call transcribed by <a href=">*ERROR_203*</a>
[Poster's voice is oddly distorted, reverb, perhaps. Dreamlike. Signal degredation suspected.]
The veil has been torn, the mask, shattered.
My veil, my mask, the ones I wear. All the time, every day, every night. In my sleep.
I have looked into a mirror, and faced my true self. And I was frightened.
I have lied to myself, of myself, for what seems like an eternity. The being, the face known as "Euqen", as "Nequ", that is not I.
Odd that I am only capable of this self-reflection while in this altered state. I'm not sure what kind of limbs I'll have from second to second, or how I'm operating this phone. There seems to be a remarkable amount of liquid. Thick liquid.
[Voice in the background, bemused: "We have made a mess, haven't we?"]
Yes, we have. Now shoo, Mommy's on the phone. She'll be off soon.
[Voice: "Okay." Movement, plastic tearing.]
I can see the trucks pulling up outside. Soon the men in the yellow suits will be here. Maybe Avery can meet Tom.
[Poster's voice clears dramatically.]
What have I done?
I am befouled.
And I must be clean.
[Poster's voice is oddly distorted, reverb, perhaps. Dreamlike. Signal degredation suspected.]
The veil has been torn, the mask, shattered.
My veil, my mask, the ones I wear. All the time, every day, every night. In my sleep.
I have looked into a mirror, and faced my true self. And I was frightened.
I have lied to myself, of myself, for what seems like an eternity. The being, the face known as "Euqen", as "Nequ", that is not I.
Odd that I am only capable of this self-reflection while in this altered state. I'm not sure what kind of limbs I'll have from second to second, or how I'm operating this phone. There seems to be a remarkable amount of liquid. Thick liquid.
[Voice in the background, bemused: "We have made a mess, haven't we?"]
Yes, we have. Now shoo, Mommy's on the phone. She'll be off soon.
[Voice: "Okay." Movement, plastic tearing.]
I can see the trucks pulling up outside. Soon the men in the yellow suits will be here. Maybe Avery can meet Tom.
[Poster's voice clears dramatically.]
What have I done?
I am befouled.
And I must be clean.
