Shard Phantom Liberty
Diary
"Diary" – shard from Cyberpunk 2077 (Phantom Liberty). Tuesday, June 27th Carley told me that either she didn't kill me first, the boredom would get me. Today is exactly half a year since Carley quit. Looks like it'll be the boredom.
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Tuesday, June 27th
Carley told me that either she didn't kill me first, the boredom would get me. Today is exactly half a year since Carley quit. Looks like it'll be the boredom.
Thursday, June 29th
Apparently writing things down stops the mind from sinking into apathy. I can't remember my dreams. Probably because of that dripping that wakes me up at night. The machines creaking. The damn whirring of all that machinery. I don't go into deep sleep, that's why I don't have dreams. Is that good or bad?
Monday, August 2nd
Maybe I'll come back to writing stuff down. It helped back then. Now I need it even more. It's the third day I'm hearing these... whispers. From the depths. From the water. Under the water? Behind the walls. I feel like I'm losing my mind, but I really need this job.
August 6th
They're speaking to me. It's some kind of code that I can't understand. Because I'm a dumb, simple janitor. A crazy person. I need to get help is what I need.
August 9th
They want me to think about things that are impossible to think about. They say they're not riddles. Configuration is variable.
August?
The facts are brutal. Water does not lie. I need to integrate with the system. Then everything will be clear.
???
I'm an idiot. A simpleton. A molecule. I'm expendable. Like all of you.
Carley told me that either she didn't kill me first, the boredom would get me. Today is exactly half a year since Carley quit. Looks like it'll be the boredom.
Thursday, June 29th
Apparently writing things down stops the mind from sinking into apathy. I can't remember my dreams. Probably because of that dripping that wakes me up at night. The machines creaking. The damn whirring of all that machinery. I don't go into deep sleep, that's why I don't have dreams. Is that good or bad?
Monday, August 2nd
Maybe I'll come back to writing stuff down. It helped back then. Now I need it even more. It's the third day I'm hearing these... whispers. From the depths. From the water. Under the water? Behind the walls. I feel like I'm losing my mind, but I really need this job.
August 6th
They're speaking to me. It's some kind of code that I can't understand. Because I'm a dumb, simple janitor. A crazy person. I need to get help is what I need.
August 9th
They want me to think about things that are impossible to think about. They say they're not riddles. Configuration is variable.
August?
The facts are brutal. Water does not lie. I need to integrate with the system. Then everything will be clear.
???
I'm an idiot. A simpleton. A molecule. I'm expendable. Like all of you.
