The Death of Analyst Alpha

I guess I should probably explain what happened, huh? I can't imagine that you guys are satisfied with that synopsis IN posted.

Like the report said, Inquisitor Alpha was killed and the Martyrs broke into the Sphere. They burst into the room I was in and, while I am certainly not helpless, they managed to capture me (three highly trained professionals versus one out of practice fighter is not fair odds). They dragged me to some cell and locked me up there.

I was in the cell for what seemed like an eternity, but then finally they came and took me from it. They brought me to a brightly lit room, where Analyst Alpha had ordered all her equipment to be taken. She had everything she needed to perform the fetal transplant. My half-sister was already there as well, strapped into a table. She looked confused and scared-- I don't think she really comprehended what was going on.

I was strapped down to a table, and Analyst Alpha walked in, wearing a white apron, a surgical mask, gloves... she was ready for the procedure. I think it was at that moment when it really sank in what she was about to do to me, and I panicked. I struggled and I screamed, but I couldn't break free of my bonds. I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my neck, and realized that someone had injected me with something. I calmed down, but I stayed conscious, just... detached. It didn't seem like I was really there anymore.

I watched as Neomaria was injected with something similar, and then her mother took a pair of scissors and cut open her robe, and she took a scalpel to Neomaria's gut...

...and then there was chaos.

The instant she made the incision, Analyst Alpha was thrown back, and shadows-- physical shadows-- burst out of my sister's body. They swarmed all over the room in a fury, and I saw a portion of the shadowed mass lashing out at AA, tearing into her body and cutting into her flesh.

And just as suddenly as it began, it was over. What was left of Analyst Alpha lay splattered across the wall, and there was no trace whatsoever of the shadows or my sister.

--SΣ

Recap

I apologize for how long it took for us to fill you in regarding this issue. However, I'm sure you can understand that this is a difficult situation and it has been hectic to say the least. Things have really only just recently begun to calm down.

Even now I'm strapped for time, so I'll just copy and past the public parts of the official report:

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On December 9, 2011, the sixth person to bear the title of Analyst Alpha spearheaded an act of dissidence against the Archive. Without receiving proper consensus from the Council of Seven, AA secured the aid of the tenth Martyr Alpha and the seventh Broker Alpha and began a campaign of aggression.

She began by ordering Martyrs to assassinate the third Keeper Alpha. Following this assassination, AA and her follows launched an all-out attack on the Sphere. Her objective was to obtain the twelfth Scribe Sigma and the entity known as "Neomaria." It is believed that she wished to perform a fetal transplant from Neomaria to SΣ.

On December 19, 2011, Martyrs penetrated the Sphere. The eleventh Inquisitor Alpha was subsequently killed. Both of AA's objectives were secured.

On December 20, 2011, AA attempted to perform the Fetal Transplant. *CENSORED*  

AA's remains were then recovered by a team of Collectors. Neomaria's whereabouts remain unknown.

Following a tribunal hearing on December 26, 2011, it was determined that MA and BA were coerced into aiding AA. They will retain their positions. SΣ's status as a fugitive has been revoked, and she has been restored to her position in the Archive.
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-IN-

The Sphere

"The Sphere" is the name given to the headquarters of the Inquisitors. It is a large underground complex, where Archive prisoners are kept.

Prisoners can be traitors, enemies, or servants of PREs, captured to be studied or interrogated. The Sphere also houses test subjects.

The war has begun. Expect your scribe back soon.

-Ghost-

SAMMY MAYHEW

Daddy is teaching me to play a game. It's called chess and it's so fun. But I have trouble understanding the rules. Why is the horsey called a knight? I love my daddy. Why are you mad mommy? Is chess a bad game?

Daddy what's my name? Mommy says I don't have one but everyone has a name. I heard people call you Keeper Alpha and people call mommy Analyst Alpha. Is my last name Alpha?

Sammy Mayhew? Is that my name daddy?

Why are you so sad daddy? It is my name? I'm Sammy Mayhew? What's wrong daddy?

Mommy why is daddy sad? I only asked him my name. No mommy! Don't be mad. I'm sorry mommy I'm sorry sorry sorry

Daddy mommy's so mean I hate her!

Why is it so quiet all the time? No one ever has time to play with me. There are no other kids here. Can we move somewhere else daddy? Why not? I don't understand daddy.

Daddy why do you spend so much time watching the Martyrs?

I'm having a birthday party! Thank you mommy I love you! Where is it? You're taking me to it now! I can't wait! I'm eleven I'm a big girl!

This room doesn't look like a birthday party.

Mommy? Why did you lock me in here? Why are you calling me that? What's "neemara"?

Mommy help where are these men taking me? I can't move this chair is uncomfortable! Help me mommy! Mommy? What is that thing they have! No! NO NO NO NO NO NO HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME

It hurts mommy, it hurts it hurts why mommy? You said I'm a good girl? I'm a good girl mommy? But mommy it hurts.

Why does my tummy always hurt mommy?

Who are you? Why are you in my room? !!!! Are you the Grandfather! Mommy and daddy have told me so much about you! Did you know I'm going to have a baby?

You want me to sign my name in this book?

Neomaria.

NOTICE: A Designation Change

Hey. Scribe Sigma here. I mentioned in a previous post that PRE11's status as a PRE was a debate among Analysts. Well, that debate recently ended, and PRE11 "Bleeding Tree" has been reclassified as UXP832 "Bleeding Tree". A "UXP" is an Unexplained Phenomenon.

The designation of PRE11 has been reassigned to a recently discovered entity. I'll try to get a post up on PRE11 "Manufactured Newborn" as soon as I can.

The Gifted

From the Sacred Text:

"Those who have lost their memories to Him may sometimes be chosen to receive His Blessing.
Memories of childhood flow into their minds,
But it is not their childhood that they remember.
They who have received His most perfect Gift may know the memories of another
And thus gain greater understanding and greater knowledge.
These chosen, these Gifted, are the greatest among us.
They are the Grandfather's favorites, and His realm is theirs to traverse."

I am Gifted. The John Kramer Transcript was written by me, a transcribing of the memories that I received from the Grandfather. Among us here at the Archive, the Gifted are held in high esteem, and though I am not one of the Alphas or the Betas, I am still seen as a leader or hero of sorts. This blog was my idea. I felt that people should know what was out there, even if only the non-classified data. I won't lie: this blog has made me some enemies, especially among the Brokers, who would gladly put a pricetag on all of this, classified or not. But none of the other six Alphas, aside from Broker Alpha, opposed my plan. They gave me permission to write this blog because I am Gifted, and therefore seen as chosen.

I became Gifted five years ago. Back then I was designated Martyr Epsilon, so I was basically a Black-Ops soldier. A Broker had gone rogue, and my squad had been sent to bring him in or, failing that, eliminate him. You don't leave the Archive. Not ever.

It was a library at some university where we found him. We'd split up and were moving through the library when I practically walked right into him. He wasn't looking at me. He was just staring at the darkness. It was night, the lights were all off...

And there he was. The Grandfather. He approached the Broker I had been sent to find, and he reached out his hand and laid it on the Broker's shoulder. My quarry choked and coughed as if he had dust in his throat (and I think he did). His hair turned gray, turned white, fell from his head. His skin turned wrinkly, livery. His body weakened and stooped. His bones cracked and creaked.

And then pieces of hims began to fall off. His skin turned to dust and his bones turned to stone. He crumpled into nothingness, and the Grandfather turned his attention to me.

I think I screamed. A flood of memories just poured into my mind. Memories that were not mine, but which felt so real and so clear. By the time my team found me, the Granfather had gone. I was re-designated as a Scribe and given the task of transcribing my new memories. As I did, their intensity faded. Now that it has all been written down, I can barely remember that boy's childhood anymore.

The memories are still there, but they're distant now, and no longer feel as if they were mine. I've been Scribe Sigma since then, and everyone seems to regard me with a mixture of wariness and awe. I'm the first Gifted we've had in twenty years.

--SΣ

The Seven Callings

The Archive is divided into seven groups, or "callings":

Scribes record data and are in charge of keeping track of information and keeping it up to date.

Collectors are field agents. Their job is to observe and collect data. On occasion, their work also entails recruiting new members.

Analysts are in charge of analyzing the data obtained by collectors and running experiments.

Keepers are in charge of security. They ensure the Archive's bases remain hidden and keep all Archive files secure.

Inquisitors act as the Archive's Internal Affairs. They investigate corruption within the Archive and are in charge of maintaining the Sphere.

Brokers keep the Archive running. They sell information to wealthy clients, providing the funds needed for the Archive to run.

Martyrs are the soldiers of the Archive. They are rarely deployed, but their job entails hunting down rogue agents and eliminating external threats to the Archive.

NOTE: So next update is CW002, and after that is the post about the Gifted. I've also finished adding the "Further Reading" links to the PRE posts. --SΣ

Experiment 144

NOTE: Experiments 108-143 are classified --SΣ

 Designation: Experiment 144

Purpose: To determine if proximity to PRE06 Doors has any adverse effects on PRE09

Data: Archive Analysts created a "light cage" to capture a body of PRE09. The "light cage" was constructed using data gathered from Experiment 113. After confirming the appearance of a Door, Analysts transported the cage and PRE09 to its location. All monitoring equipment was damaged. All Analysts present on site were found in vegetative states. No sign of the Door. No sign of PRE09. Location of Experiment 144 has been quarantined and designated G004. No object has been observed casting a shadow in G004 since Experiment 144 was carried out. Three of the original seven Analysts remain alive, but in a vegetative state. They have not cast shadows since Experiment 144 was carried out.

The Grandfather's Rite

From the Sacred Text:

"And when I looked into the Grandfather's eyeless face,

when I saw my childhood and memories fade away from my body and into His

glory, I felt at peace.

I knew that I had lost years of experience, but I did not care.

Instead, I resolved to replace all that experience. I would assimilate

knowledge, following in the Grandfather's footsteps.

For the Grandfather is the ultimate collector of knowledge,

and through Him all knowledge must flow."

From the Archive Codex:

"None may join with us who have not met the Grandfather.

To become one of us, one must first seek out the Grandfather

and give unto Him a piece of oneself.

Only then may one be eligible to join with the Archive."

NOTE: So basically what all this means is that, in order to join the Archive, you have to lose your childhood to the Grandfather. He's usually found in libraries, but he's been seen in other places too.

Me? I met the Grandfather for the first time when I was 16. It was back in 1998, and I had some essay due. So I went to the library to study. There I met an old man who asked me my name. I was kind of confused, but I told him anyway. He wrote it down in a book he was carrying and walked away. It wasn't until after he was gone that I realized the man was blind, and it wasn't until after I'd gotten home and seen all those unfamiliar framed photographs on the wall that I realized that I'd lost all memory of the first 13 years of my life. That's what the Grandfather does-- he collects childhoods.

I eventually met a man calling himself Collector Delta. He taught me amazing things about the Grandfather and told me about the Archive. There was little left for me at home-- only three years worth of memories-- so I decided to leave with CΔ and join the Archive. Paul, my boyfriend, tried to stop me. He said that the Archive was just a cult and that I needed help from a hospital. He told me he wouldn't let me leave with CΔ.

He was the first person I ever killed. --SΣ

PRE04: "Grandfather"

Designation: PRE04

HE IS THE GRANDFATHER FROM WHOM ALL KNOWLEDGE SPRINGS FORTH

*CLASSIFIED*

NOTE: I am given to understand that the Grandfather is also commonly called the Blind Man or ELDER. --SΣ

Initialization

This blog was created for the purpose of releasing the public records of the Archive.

The Archive's Mission Statement: The collection of data concerning the Phobic Representational Entities (henceforth referred to as PREs)

Most records are classified. Unclassified records will be released via this blog.

This blog shall be maintained by worker designated Scribe Sigma.

NOTE: Hello everybody, I'm Scribe Sigma, and they just gave me the job of maintaining this blog. I'm sorry I can't post anything that's labeled as classified, but I'll do my best to get as much information out to you all as possible! --SΣ