Note 008
I tried to break the routine today. Ate my meal at the wrong time. Walked the wrong route to the bathroom. Small things. Stupid things. The guards noticed. One of them grabbed my arm and hissed, “Stick to the script, 062.” Script? What script? Then it hit me: we’re not prisoners. We’re variables. And they’re still running the experiment.
Note 007
The cameras in the hallway are pointing the wrong way. Not at the doors, not at the exits - at us. At our cells. They’re not watching for intruders. They’re watching for something else. For changes. I caught my reflection in the lens yesterday. My pupils were blown wide, even in the bright light. Like I’d already seen something I couldn’t unsee.
Note 006
I found a file hidden in the system. Just a single line, buried deep in the logs: “Termination protocol initiated: Subject 059.” No date. No explanation. Just that. I deleted it immediately, but it’s burned into my retinas. I keep seeing it when I close my eyes. I wonder if 059 saw it coming. I wonder if I will.
Note 005
They asked me to run the simulation again. The same one. The one that made the others twitch and scream before they took them away. I told them the parameters were flawed, that the outputs were unstable. They just smiled and said, “We know.” That’s when I realised: it was never about the results. It was about what the algorithms do to the people who run them.
Note 004
I keep hearing whispers in the static. Not voices - just fragments, like words cut from a recording and stitched back together wrong. “Compliance required.” “Subject 062 flagged.” I unplugged the terminal, but the words still echo in my head. Did I imagine it? Or is this place talking to me? If it is, I don’t like what it’s saying.
Note 003
But if it is true, I am in trouble. It feels like I am being hunted. Everywhere I turn, there are eyes watching my every move. I can feel them, like they are stalking me. I don’t know what they want, but I am certain it has something to do with those algorithms. I can only hope that I find a way out of this before it’s too late.
Note 002
I am beginning to wonder if their hostility is somehow linked to the experiments we carried out with a set of algorithms we were given to play with. They didn’t seem like anything special. I am not sure what to think about it. Maybe it is all a very strange coincidence. Who cares about some stupid computer code and algorithms?
Note 001
Saying this is disappointing is an understatement. I did everything they asked me to do. I gave them all the names, I told them everything. And the last twenty years of my life is worth nothing. I’ve done all I could and they just screwed me over like this! I shouldn’t have trusted them! Will I ever learn? I don’t want to end up like the others!