Audio Testing
Oct. 15th, 2009 09:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aaaaaaaagh_skyShe still hadn't found the Overseer's office. She had, however, found her way down and into an area that hadn't existed at all in Vault 101: Audio Testing. It smelled of Mirelurk and damp. And there were bones again. Oh, God, she kept finding bones- multiple sets in any given room, some heaped together, some scattered... what had happened here?
She emerged from what had been a practice room once, if the contents were anything to go by. There'd been music stands, anyway, and a violin of all things, still sealed up in a case she was willing to bet was hermetically closed and air and moisture-tight. It had been next to a pair of ... well, she assumed it was only two people. There'd been two skulls, anyway. She'd prayed over them as best she could and taken the violin with her. That, at least, she was going to take out of this tomb. Up ahead, though, there was a door with a lock on it gleaming in the light of her Pip-Boy. When it refused to open, she got out her bobby pins and screwdriver. A lock implied something worth sealing away. Maybe some answers about all the bones?
It was an office, and its computer was long since dead, its screen shattered by impact. And, yes, there were bones on the floor. But there was also a stack of holotapes, which she picked up with some trepidation.
They were numbered. She slotted the first one into the Pip-Boy's data hookup.
"Professor Malleus Audio Log V92-01. So far, the experiment is going exactly as planned. We're subjecting the residents to extremely low frequency white noise in regular intervals through the loudspeaker system. Using the soundproof recording studios and the musicians was an inspired idea. Kudos to the Vault-Tec selection committee on their shrewdness."
Ellen eyed the tape warily and reached for the next one.
"Professor Malleus Audio Log V92-02. I'm a bit encouraged by the latest batch of data. It seems that 33 percent of the subjects are now lapsing into a trance-like state on occasion. When in this state, we're fairly certain that suggestion and programming of the subject can be applied. We've begun testing this by implanting subtle clues in affected subjects, making them scratch their ear or constantly fix their hair. So far I'm happy to report a 100% success rate on this implantation method."
The hair was prickling on the back of her neck as she reached for the third holotape.
"Professor Malleus Audio Log V92-03. Disaster today. One of our test subjects, V920717, has murdered three other residents in a fit of unbridled rage the likes of which I've never seen. It took almost 23 shots before our security team took him down. This subject has no history of violence or mental instability whatsoever. My concern is that this subject is one of our most successful implant recipients, able to execute complex instructions during trance-state."
Her thoughts flickered back to the computer screen. I've been feeling a little sick lately. Kind of woozy after playing in the studio usually....
"Professor Malleus Audio Log V92-04. Unbelievable! We've had twelve more incidents in the past month, mirroring Subjects V920717 actions. The shocking part is the savagery these aberrants exhibit when they murder. They rip their victims apart limb from limb and eviscerate them by hand. These used to be respected members of the musical community. How could this be happening? Where have I gone wrong?"
( I could barely keep up with everyone else in the string section, but they were so nice. )
"Professor Malleus Audio Log V92-05. The situation is getting out of hand. Over half the population of the Vault is exhibiting savage tendencies. I can only assume our noise experimentation has awakened some dormant part of their psyche...brought their primitive nature to the surface. In essence, I feel that they are almost psychologically devolving. I was stupid for rushing these experiments, and now over 35 people are dead."
( klkhi plEAsse.HF puu HeLP meeLp )
"Professor Malleus Audio Log V92-06. I can't believe what I've discovered. Just before he died, one of the security team members told me everything. The Overseer has been implanting these murderous intentions in the entire Vault population without my knowledge! Using the loudspeakers in the dorms instead of just the studios, he subjected everyone to the white noise as they slept. He then implanted combat suggestions he claimed came from Vault-Tec itself! He...he must be completely insane. No observation, no controls...I'm going to have to confront him now and make him pay for what he's done. Half the Vault is dead, the other half fighting for its life. Good luck to all of us and may God have mercy on our souls."
( aw;'jf OrDe R p[fal al Hlep HeLp dme Me, LosS mInd CANdofw stopthem gEt OUT m[pofmy HED )
"This isn't right," Ellen murmurs. "This can't be happening."
Nevertheless, she gathered up the tapes and dropped them into her pack before backing out and closing the door.
She emerged from what had been a practice room once, if the contents were anything to go by. There'd been music stands, anyway, and a violin of all things, still sealed up in a case she was willing to bet was hermetically closed and air and moisture-tight. It had been next to a pair of ... well, she assumed it was only two people. There'd been two skulls, anyway. She'd prayed over them as best she could and taken the violin with her. That, at least, she was going to take out of this tomb. Up ahead, though, there was a door with a lock on it gleaming in the light of her Pip-Boy. When it refused to open, she got out her bobby pins and screwdriver. A lock implied something worth sealing away. Maybe some answers about all the bones?
It was an office, and its computer was long since dead, its screen shattered by impact. And, yes, there were bones on the floor. But there was also a stack of holotapes, which she picked up with some trepidation.
They were numbered. She slotted the first one into the Pip-Boy's data hookup.
"Professor Malleus Audio Log V92-01. So far, the experiment is going exactly as planned. We're subjecting the residents to extremely low frequency white noise in regular intervals through the loudspeaker system. Using the soundproof recording studios and the musicians was an inspired idea. Kudos to the Vault-Tec selection committee on their shrewdness."
Ellen eyed the tape warily and reached for the next one.
"Professor Malleus Audio Log V92-02. I'm a bit encouraged by the latest batch of data. It seems that 33 percent of the subjects are now lapsing into a trance-like state on occasion. When in this state, we're fairly certain that suggestion and programming of the subject can be applied. We've begun testing this by implanting subtle clues in affected subjects, making them scratch their ear or constantly fix their hair. So far I'm happy to report a 100% success rate on this implantation method."
The hair was prickling on the back of her neck as she reached for the third holotape.
"Professor Malleus Audio Log V92-03. Disaster today. One of our test subjects, V920717, has murdered three other residents in a fit of unbridled rage the likes of which I've never seen. It took almost 23 shots before our security team took him down. This subject has no history of violence or mental instability whatsoever. My concern is that this subject is one of our most successful implant recipients, able to execute complex instructions during trance-state."
Her thoughts flickered back to the computer screen. I've been feeling a little sick lately. Kind of woozy after playing in the studio usually....
"Professor Malleus Audio Log V92-04. Unbelievable! We've had twelve more incidents in the past month, mirroring Subjects V920717 actions. The shocking part is the savagery these aberrants exhibit when they murder. They rip their victims apart limb from limb and eviscerate them by hand. These used to be respected members of the musical community. How could this be happening? Where have I gone wrong?"
( I could barely keep up with everyone else in the string section, but they were so nice. )
"Professor Malleus Audio Log V92-05. The situation is getting out of hand. Over half the population of the Vault is exhibiting savage tendencies. I can only assume our noise experimentation has awakened some dormant part of their psyche...brought their primitive nature to the surface. In essence, I feel that they are almost psychologically devolving. I was stupid for rushing these experiments, and now over 35 people are dead."
( klkhi plEAsse.HF puu HeLP meeLp )
"Professor Malleus Audio Log V92-06. I can't believe what I've discovered. Just before he died, one of the security team members told me everything. The Overseer has been implanting these murderous intentions in the entire Vault population without my knowledge! Using the loudspeakers in the dorms instead of just the studios, he subjected everyone to the white noise as they slept. He then implanted combat suggestions he claimed came from Vault-Tec itself! He...he must be completely insane. No observation, no controls...I'm going to have to confront him now and make him pay for what he's done. Half the Vault is dead, the other half fighting for its life. Good luck to all of us and may God have mercy on our souls."
( aw;'jf OrDe R p[fal al Hlep HeLp dme Me, LosS mInd CANdofw stopthem gEt OUT m[pofmy HED )
"This isn't right," Ellen murmurs. "This can't be happening."
Nevertheless, she gathered up the tapes and dropped them into her pack before backing out and closing the door.