Report – documentation of the joint investigation, code name "Otherworld": Maga and Professor P.
Las milczy cicho.
Przy stole siedzą ci sami.
Którzy są nasi?
Start of Note 12/PRIV (files classified for private use)
It turns out that there is a plan, we are its most important element and we have to meet someone. And I am the most defective "copy" of the project. Great, just a bomb, I felt like a broken toy that can be thrown in the trash.
Such strange things were said by the Observer, but in my opinion there was something unnatural about him. A clone that looked like me. And this whole strange project was filled with successive, hidden layers. He was supposed to explore the possibilities of interspecies understanding, and when it started to happen, it suddenly got bad, everything started to fall apart: a "defective copy" and a project to be liquidated.
As I was thinking like this, the light began to flicker. In the corridor, there were quick steps of many people. The observer looked as if he had been frightened and ordered an evacuation. He opened the passage leading down, and when we were about to enter there, we heard a voice from behind the door. It was My Voice! He ordered me to move away from Maga immediately...
What's the matter? How many of these clones of mine do they have here? And this one, the Observer, is some kind of rebellious copy? I'm defective, he's rebellious?
"Follow me quickly, we'll explain everything to you later!" He shouted.
We ran down after him. It took a long time, on the way the Observer opened and closed another door behind us, as if he wanted to separate us from those who were chasing us. There was finally air behind the last door. We found ourselves in another, narrow and littered street, I didn't recognize it. There was a car at the end, and we got into it. The Observer was in charge, it happened so fast that Maga and I didn't even have time to think about how much we could trust him. "Defective copy": it was going through my head, my clones that used my voice were terrifying. How many more are there?
We left the city, apparently the chase did not have time to catch us. After about an hour, we turned off the main road, drove through the forest for another dozen or so minutes, until a summer resort with beautiful, old houses appeared in front of us. I had never been here, I didn't know where we were. We arrived at a nice mansion behind the wall, we drove through an automatically opening gate. The observer parked in front of the entrance, there were two more cars standing here.
"Come inside.
We entered a fairly large hall, downstairs there were doors to several rooms and stairs upstairs. The observer led us to one of the rooms. When we went inside, I was stunned by Maga put her hand on my shoulder. We didn't say anything the whole way. Now I also ran out of words. In front of us was a large table, chairs next to it, on some of them several people were sitting. However, the first thing that caught my eye was a couple sitting next to each other on the side of the windows. It was another clone of mine and... Maga. The "real" Maga clenched her hand tightly on my shoulder. We looked at each other.
"Please sit down," a woman pointed to two chairs next to each other, "we want to tell you everything."
End of Note 12/PRIV (files deeply classified for private use).
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