Diary Entry: One of those days.

I woke up starving in the middle of the street about an hour ago. No idea how I got here or how long it's been. I have a camera with four nearly identical recordings made on a beach and now my glasses are gone.


I do at least have an idea what I was trying to do. I have no idea where to begin looking for this woman, but I did see a bookstore not too far from here. It usually worked when I was trying to find my dear husband (may God rest his soul) to start looking in the bookstore first.

Diary Entry: Sinner

Yesterday, God's very Angel spoke with me. It was a beautiful creature who showed me another of my sinful kind. A great battle was to take place today. A demon would fall a fallalafall. I was not worty worthy my prayers were not to be enough. I was allowed to for pray to the angel I was not allowed to watch the demon fall. I watched. The windows let me watch.

Diary Entry: Peeeeeoplepeoplepeoplepoepel

Alright. Wow. So, it's been a few days. I've taken my camera out, uploaded those pictures, lost those pictures, tried again... But...


Okay, skipping right to it.


I SAW PEOPLE.


That's right. People. PEOPLE. Wow, that word looks weird. P E O P L E peoplepeople


Word's lost all meaning. Regardless. I saw two of them. One was a woman for sure. She was dressed kinda funny. The other... Imagine an amalgam of some of the most important people peeeople people you know and then remove any individuality. I can't even tell you if it's a boy or a girl. It saw me. It's coming this way.


People p-e-o-p-

Diary Entry: Update

     Hello once more. Things have gotten strange and I've begun to try to run a few more tests. There's not a lot I can do without any equipment, and despite all the other... gifts, I suppose, I haven't gotten an advanced chemistry set. Not that it really matters, I had to drop out my first semester because of the baby. Sorry, tangent. Anyway, I've been getting life necessities, like food and drink, in the usual spot. I've also started getting things like clothes and the like at my front door, all from the same thing as the war footage. I'm not sure what this is supposed to say. In the first one, there was also a chocolate bar. I didn't even know I was craving it until I saw it. I... I'm just glad I broke it in half before biting into it. I don't know how maggots could have gotten around the wrapper. Needless to say, I haven't tried on the clothes or anything else that comes to the door.
     I've been walking more, I found a train station that had some English around it. I'm going to go out and get a video of it, if I can find it again. I tried making a video of the alleys out front of the house, but all the footage showed was a spinning blur, then when I tried to upload that, it told me the file was corrupted.
    Thought I'd get used to the lack of people, but I still haven't. I don't even know how much time has passed, if any.




I might be in Hell.

Diary Entry: Video Log - Testing My Toy Out My Window.

Diary Entry: Run run run as fast as I can...

Phew...

I was just going to do another video from that weird lake thing, but I just can't catch my breath. I'm 47 years old, 30 years now out of high school track, I can't push myself like this anymore. So... Doors bad. Doors bad. Doorsss bad. Doors badd. Doorsbad. DDoors baaad. Doooors Doors Doors Doors Do

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Diary Entry: I've Been Learning More About This Fear of Humanity Thing

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Diary Entry: Back "Home"

I'm back. I'm back where I started. There was a knock on the door, it was unlocked, I opened it, and I woke up here at my home base. I typed just home there, but it's not. Not by a long shot. Anyway, someone cleaned. I tore this place apart before I left, looking for food, a key, a clue, something. Now it's actually cleaner than how I found it.

I did find something though. A new toy, I suppose. More to follow when I figure out how to work it.

Diary Entry: I can't think of something witty

So, set out like I planned, reading that paper. Not all of it was in English, headlines, obituaries, most of the articles, etc. were unreadable. Some looked vaguely Asian, and I swear, I keep flipping past one that looks almost Cuneiform. Of course, I can't locate it now. In fact, as I write, the letters are getting fuzzy. I think it served it's purpose anyway.

I swear I just saw my handle in here somewhere.

Anyway, back to the plot. I could read a few advertisements. Library is having a puppet exhibit, The Book Garden recommends this week's best seller by some author I've never heard of,and I can get 15% off my bill at Fugue's Genuine Italian Restaurant. The only thing that's actually standing out to me is an ad for a theater, which is where I'm writing this. I've lost count of how long I've been here, the concession stand was stocked, so this place must be another of those "right choices".

My sister used to have an imaginary friend, and they used to have an imaginary TV show. And that's what's playing here, The Maggie and Adam Show.

Our mom was... well, that both me and my little sister were born somewhat normal is nothing short of God's own intervention. She drank fairly heavily while with Maggie, I was 18 at the time, pregnant with my first too. Nothing's weirder, by the way, than having a son as old as your sister. I was a crappy sibling anyway, rarely visited because of our Mom, who thought it would be simply hilarious to imply that my husband was Maggie's daddy too. He wasn't, and we had the blood test to prove it. Mom was probably at the height of her insanity. She accused her boss, several married male coworkers, the dean of the university I went to, and God knows who else too. She got fired, naturally, and decided to home school Maggie. So, no dad, no chance of meeting anyone her own age unless she was at my house, and a sister trying to raise her own toddlers. No wonder she took in with someone who wasn't there.

I mean, someone who was there. Someone who was always there.

Okay, so the show usually goes like this, Maggie is sitting in her room, looking at her closet, or dancing for the camera, or just being adorable. Sometimes she looks right at you and grins. Honestly, if that was it, it would be kind of cute, you know? I miss Maggie. Anyway, after you've settled in to watch whatever it is she's doing, she twirls to the closet and loudly announces "And the other star! Adam!" or something like that.

I can't even begin to explain what Maggie calls Adam. Trying to look at him is like trying to taste a sound. Look, I've been without people for... who knows how long. I never really felt it until right now though. It's worse because I need to put this into words that I do not have.

I wonder how long I've been in here? I need to get away from this. It's starting to get overwhelming.

Door's locked, guess I'm not done.

Diary Entry: Skinner Boxes

It's remarkably easy to train people. Think of almost any computer game, a lot seem to be based, given a sufficient stretch, on task->reward. You do something, something good happens, or something bad stops happening, likewise, if you do something bad, bad things happen, or good things stop happening. Whenever I post, I get food to survive. I see now how clear that was, even replying to the "comment" from proxiehunter lead to some small snack. I think now it is just a random jumble, something about time periods or something ending in a question, to make me post something. I did mention something about a proxy blocker, so even the name makes sense.

Honestly, I don't like being manipulated like this, but I'm hungry again, so here's another entry. I'm still pretty sure I'm dead, and being tested somehow to determine if I can ascend. I never thought about it, but people in Limbo would still probably be subjected to their earthy needs, it's not Heaven, after all. I'm going to pack up this computer, what clothes I can find, and try setting out again.

Right, okay, that must be the right choice, because as I typed that, I heard something fall into the mailbox. No one was there, of course, the walls were still all marked up, but now there's only one path. In the box was a newspaper. Going to pack it and read as I walk.

I just hope... Yeah, we'll leave it at that. Going to hope.

Diary Entry: I need out.

Ahh, hello again. I had sort of hoped to never see this room again.

It's not a fluke, then, there really are no people at all. There are signs of human life, stores and the like, but no actual people. I have explored further, hoping for some way back home, but all I found indicates to me that there will be no escape.

For one thing, I'm here again.

I set off in one direction, making a mark with a bit of rock to indicate where I had come from when I reached an alleyway or something. After walking what was probably half a day, I went to automatically make a mark, only to find one already there. I looked up, and the walls around me were littered with scratches. I don't know how, but I backed up into a door that wound up being the same one I left this morning. It wasn't me that made all those. I don't think it was. My rock was worn down a lot, but not that much. Or maybe it was me. Maybe some part of me is still out there, looking for a way out? It makes as much sense as anything else. I'm exhausted now, and starving. There was food yesterday afternoon, then a little snack later in the day. Doesn't seem to be the case today though. Today being a relative term itself, it seems. These clocks are terribly unreliable, every time I choose one to follow, it seems to speed up or slow down.

Diary Entry: There's a signpost up ahead. The next stop: The Twilight Zone

I wonder what it says about my generation that the first thing a girl like me does upon waking up in a strange place is to go right for the computer?

Did you ever see that old episode of The Twilight Zone where the couple wakes up in someone else's house after a party the previous night? Of course you have... er... of course I have? Really, who else is going to be reading my journal? Anyway, since writing keeps me sane, back on topic. So, this couple wakes up in this nice house in this nice neighborhood, only there are no people. They can hear church bells ringing, and, being Sunday, just assume everyone is there. Simpler time, I suppose. So they head on over there, and, surprise, it's empty. The whole thing is just like some kind of movie set because it turns out they were caught and placed in this intergalactic zoo.

What I woke up to is like they're trying to film some gritty reboot of that. House is alright, I suppose, graffiti all over the outside walls. It's obviously not the affluent part of town, more like where I grew up. I haven't found anyone yet. I have theories as to what that means, but at least half of them suggest that I, or the rest of this town, am/is dead.

I said up there that this computer is the first place I went. I wasn't lying, but I've explored a little since then. Honestly, there's not much to say. Take an inner-city area and just delete the people... and the animals... Computer is interesting though. It's a bit outdated, came complete with log-in instructions and an annoying proxy-blocker. I'd kill for an area-specific ad right about now.

I'll be testing my theories tonight. Write later

-Sinopa (apparently)