Report – documentation of the joint investigation, code name "Otherworld": Maga and Professor P.
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Start of Note 14/PRIV (files classified for private use)
Darkness is a space waiting for the light to come. The final stage is already underway: variant nine is us. The voice of the building has died down, but its vibration still exists in the structure of the walls. It was not a sound, it was a countdown.
"What is happening to my memories?" One of the Professors said, "I see things that I have not experienced.
"They're not yours anymore," Maga said, "the divided memory goes back to one place. My assumption that the Creators may be dead is wrong, though.
I let go of the Magician's hand. Everything began to be explained and arranged in my head. Synchronization was an anomaly. A threat to the Creators, they were afraid of it. We assumed that the project had a research purpose. But its creators were not researchers, they were prisoners of the world they themselves created. The one couple who found a way out did not escape from the experiment. They escaped from this dimension of reality. And the Archive did not activate because we were found by the Creators. It activated because the ninth variant, that is, our couple, reached the same level of coherence as those who disappeared. As a "defective copy", with my way of experiencing and reacting, I caused such a synchronization between me and Maga that we began to harmonize and behave in the same way. Which, in turn, prompted her to break her patterns of functioning.
The creators of the project created pairs as keys. They scattered us in time and space so that we would never open the door at the same time, because opening it means the end of the Creators' world. Individual pairs were harmless, we were like scattered parts of a complex mechanism.
I grabbed Maga's hand again. I understood something and said it out loud.
"The archive did not give us memories to destroy us, it gave us them so that we know how to find our way in what is coming. Let's not look for logic in dates or places. We have to orient our minds to ourselves, our relationships. This is a certain constant, a point of reference. If we forget, the Creators will win the next cycle.
I understood that there would be no return to what we knew. There was a change in the coordinate system, environmental parameters, and we began to slowly control the project, this new reality of ours. Old photographs, which had previously trembled slightly, now began to fall off the wall violently, one by one. The system does not tolerate anomalies. We had to get out of there immediately so as not to fall into the trap that the Creators had certainly prepared for such an eventuality. Although they were afraid of it and secured it, they probably did not expect this moment to come. It was a key moment, a critical point.
Leave immediately.
End of Note 14/PRIV (files deeply classified for private use).
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