001 ⊗ TEXT

[eidetics]

[There are several orders of business, here, and Lisbeth gets right down to them: no greeting, no please, no thank you.]

I want to know how many people have left the ship and then returned. With or without memories of being here before, and how long they were gone. Firsthand accounts or otherwise.

I also want to know how often our brains and bodies are fucked with and whether anyone's unaffected. I know this isn't the first time. [And if you're stupid enough to go blabbing to a stranger about the memories you're experiencing, be her guest, but she's not asking for that.]

I need these items:
- disposable camera
- soldering iron
- copper wire
- electrical tape

Contact me privately and we'll arrange something.

Comments

[eidetics]

I didn't say it was.

[altercate]

It's not as simple as "looking hard"
This place doesn't work right.

[eidetics]

I know. [Not firsthand, yet, but she's spent most of her time here cooped up in her room with her cigarettes and device, checking out the archives.]

No one's ever managed to make an accurate map of the ship, have they?

[altercate]

No.
People get lost.
The hallways aren't normal.

[eidetics]

I take it security cameras don't do shit.

[altercate]

No

[eidetics]

[There goes one of her areas of expertise. Fuck this place.]

How long have you been here?

[altercate]

Since the ninth jump.

[eidetics]

What's your name?

[altercate]

Derek.

[eidetics]

Wasp.

[altercate]

Nickname?

[eidetics]

Code name.

[altercate]

A code name?

[eidetics]

[Put that judge-y face away.]

For work.

[altercate]

Are you working here.

[eidetics]

Might be.

[altercate]

Good luck.

[ and then he just hangs up yup. ]