The Deserted Asylum Diaries.

[Pyper]

C L I C K

"Date: Sunday. December Seventh, Two Thousand and Fourteen."

Clarity in the white noise.

"Yesterday, I was very social. I, met with; Simone. Roman. Calix. And, Phoenix.

I saw Roman, in the underground. Catacombs. I took, lint from his pocket. Twice. He, is not very, quick. He has been, away. Never said, where. What he was doing. Roman seems, nice. He worked doing, experiments. I want to share, mine. Maybe he could help. I need help. To improve. To progress. I will, visit with him. Again. Soon.

Simone came. Rested with, Roman and I. Met him. I gave her, materials. The ones, I found. Our conversation wasn't, good. Or bad. It was, normal. What is, consistent. With us. She corrects me. She does, this, a lot. I noticed, this. I don't know, if it means. That I am, wrong, most of the time.

Phoenix. I, saw Phoenix before I went to, rest. I missed, her. Being around her. Touching her, because, she is real. We, talked about, our trip. To Italy. We, will see the ossuary, there. Bones. Art. Blake, had suggested, a double date. He said, my fellow. Meant, Roderic. I don't know, if he's that. I don't know, anything. Not in weeks. Maybe, longer. Phoenix, said I should, ask. He might, like to come. Just to see the, bones. I should, I said, I would. I'm unsure. I'll, send an e-mail. We, agreed, that. Charles, would be, another person that, I would ask. To go. If Roderic, is not interested. I am, fine, with either going. Or just, me. With Phoenix, and Blake.

I told, Phoenix. About my, projects. I'll, bring them, next time. I have, new scripts. She gave them, to me. I'm, going to learn, how to hack. From her. I'm excited. To do something, else. A new, something.

Calix's urgency, makes me anxious. He kept, worrying. It helped him, for me, to stay. Where he could, see me. Helped, me, to rest. But there, are shadows in his, home. His. Simone's. But, are they theirs. Every time? What about, the man's? No Name. The, voice said, he was coming. So I waited, in my room. The one, Calix, is letting me, use.

I guess, I will keep, waiting.
Leave, when I know, he's not watching."

CLICK. - END OF RECORDING.

[Pyper]

C L I C K

"Date: Tuesday. December Nineth, Two Thousand

Recapture.

"I, showed, Roman. My projects. I test him, like I did with Katerina. His speed. I've, taken a lot of his money. He has work. He liked the, book. Said that, he liked the things in, my head. Can, he see. In it? What is lurking, in the murk. I told him, I'd make him, something. I just, need information. What will, be of more use. To him. Then I can, work.

I contacted Freyja. Apologized, for something, I said. She had been, joking, she said. We have, plans. Soon.

Calix's apartment, has too many feet. In it. Around it. Mostly in. Simone, is staying. I don't know, why. He never said. Maybe, Simone, is like Ethy. No apartment, that is hers. But there, are too many. Too many feet. I should, go home. See Ethy. Work, on an idea. The one, for Roman.

I'll go home, tomorrow."

CLICK. - END OF RECORDING.

[Pyper]

C L I C K

"Date: Thursday. December Eleventh, Two Thousand and Fourteen."

An energy snares me, it won't let go.

"I'm, modifying. The personal one. My guitar. My development of, music variety, expands. Is still. Will always. My uncle, is not here. Not anymore. I stay, transfixed. On past. On the, future. Force things. You need, to analyze, data. Present data. To revise, begin again. Restructure. Perfect.

I listen, for feeling. Depth. Power. I found, songs. Names, don't matter. Not the words. The energy. That matters. The noise, that makes you, lose control. Things move, on their own.

I researched. Chords. Vocalization. I could, sing. If I, wanted to. See, if I sing, the same way, that I speak. Roman had asked, about my experiment. The speech, therapy. He had, envisioned it, not the way, I had done it. His way, they are created. They each, say a word. Complete the sentence. All as one. Repetition. I could, combine both. It might not, work. It is, a rearranged experiment. Another trial, of copies."

CLICK. - END OF RECORDING.

[Pyper]

C L I C K

"Date: Tuesday. December Sixteenth, Two Thousand and Fourteen."

They are another species. Our counterparts.

"Altaire, will have Christmas. A gathering. Phoenix said, it was called R. S. V. P -ing. I don't know, what that means. It was something, I had to do. Everyone has to. The, announcement said, that I could bring someone. With me. Phoenix, had to approve. I asked Charles to go. He said yes. Clothes, are required to be formal. I was told, I should not, wear a tie. A dress. I have, many now. I want to make, one. For Christmas. I have, envisioned something. Something wonderful. It, can be my side, project. Next to the, experiment.

I have, been distracted. I shouldn't. The experiment prep, is slow. I made copies. Two. I have not, looked at the guitar. Not yet. Roman has been, resting most times. On my couch. He should, know more about, my remodel of the instrument. What parts, what tools. He says I am not, like other people. People are not, suppose to be the, same. I don't know, why he says those things. Maybe we can, work on the guitar. Tonight.

Calix was upset. Wouldn't, say why. I told, him, I didn't need details. Hesitation is, unwillingness. I have, learned that. Done that. He won't, be going to, Christmas. I will, get two gifts. One for the, party. One for Calix. Bring Christmas, to him. When he, is back. He wants me, to spend time with his, childe. She is, his Ethan. She does not, talk a lot. Watches. I watched her. I looked. Inside. Not much to, see. Not yet. When he, goes away. I will find, her. Know her.

I also looked. Elsewhere. In his head. It follows, a pattern. I've seen it. With Calix. With Simone. One reoccurring person. Maybe it's why, my e-mail was not, returned. I think, I understand. The blond woman, another, that is the couple.

That, is my, understanding."

CLICK. - END OF RECORDING.

[Pyper]

C L I C K

"Date: Wednesday. December Seventeenth, Two Thousand and Fourteen.

Everyone has a secret.

"I saw, Charles last, night. To tell, him the date. Of the party. I want, to make sure, he can come.

He, was busy. When I, was in the area. I hunted. I don't, like the taste. The blood packs. Like plastic. I like to watch. People. Animals. Things. I can do, both. That way. I did. Had an accident. I followed, a man. A big man. I, fed. His neck made, a pop. Soft. It made, my stomach hurt. I was hungry. He died. I didn't mean, to kill him. I was thinking, of his bones. Ones that make, him stand. Walk. Make everything. I wanted, I need l, more bones. I could, have had his. Used them. I have, presents to make. Christmas, Phoenix said, is a busy time. I got worried, though. When he stopped l, moving. I could, see inside his throat. I bit deep. I chewed. Not, all liquid. I called, Charles. He helped, hide the body. At a building. He knew, things to do. It was not his, first time. I want to, know the things, he knows. All of it. I wrote down the way, back to the building. To dump more. Harvest there.

For Christmas, I want, to make my dress. Something, that has me, in it. I like birds. They, are not limited. Not, like we are. To the ground. We cannot, fly. They, have both. I like birds. They have, more freedom. My dress, will have them. Parts of them. I don't, know what else, I need. The gift, for the swap. I should think. I could, go back. Take those man's bones. If I, find them.

I, received keys. To a new place. To work. It has better, tools. Tables. There is a lot, of blood. Hand prints. Bigger than mine. Smaller. Every one, not the same, person. I wonder, what happened, to them. What did, they think? Does anyone? At the end.

I decided, to be happy. Accept. I, had to do it, before. Phoenix said, that that is, what friends do. For other friends. Be happy, for them. I am. It has, made me think. On things. Future things. The thing, I want. To do. Long-term. I want to, own. Something, myself. I want, to be, the person to organize. Oversee. I have, to work. On me. Certain, things. I can, do that. For me. For everything, I want. I can do, that."

CLICK. - END OF RECORDING.

[Pyper]

C L I C K

"Date: Saturday. December Twentieth, Two Thousand and Fourteen.

Things I think mean the same, can be wildly different. They can also be the same.

"I keep, thinking. I spent a, lot of time, in the underground. What Charles said. To me, that night. When he, split open the, man's stomach. He poured, the insides out. Into the water. Drinking water.

Better, to be random. There, is no routine. No pattern. No link.

No more, routines."

CLICK. - END OF RECORDING.

[Pyper]

C L I C K

"Date: Sunday. December Twenty-first, Two Thousand and Fourteen."

Oops.

"I did, something. Never, told anyone. Phoenix said, it wouldn't, work. I think, I already, knew. Because of, the blond woman. Other one. She's, in, a lot. I don't, look much. Not after, last time. I shouldn't, look. I knew that, know that. So, I took, my thoughts. Those thoughts. I pushed them, out. Pushed him out. But, something else, happened. Maybe, coincidence. Attack.

I'll ask, Phoenix. If I did, it. Not to, him. He is, avoiding me.

After, watching many, circular behaviors. I decided, that pairs. Couples. Inhibit, a lot. Limit, thoughts. Capabilities. I, have noticed. Changes in, emotions. Bad emotions. Angry, sad. They, ruin.

It, is best to, focus. On my plans. My business. Future business. I want, a thing that, is just mine. Phoenix said, if I quit, I should. Say something ahead, of time. I don't, know if I will. If someone, doesn't want, to speak. I can't make them. An e-mail, could work. I'll worry, about it, more. When the time, is better. When I know, what I want. For my, business."

CLICK. - END OF RECORDING.

[Pyper]

C L I C K

"Date: Tuesday. December Twenty-Third, Two Thousand and Fourteen."

Sunrise, sunset.

"It, was not the same. To see. Not the same, as when, I think. About it. I didn't, speak. I paid, more attention. To them. To many. It wasn't, right. To avoid. To just watch but, I did. I, will speak. Next time. Next party.

I have, a watch. It was from, Freyja. I can wait, for the sun, to come up. Find the time. If I need, to hide. I burnt, not long ago. I didn't go out. Until it healed. Saw no one. Maybe Ethy saw. He never, said anything. About my burn. The watch, has many designs. They connect, they form together. Make something, bigger. Something great. I should, see her soon. Show, gratitude. Not just, with kissing. I will, think more.

Today, I will, rest at home. I have plans, to, see Charles. He became angry, at the party. He told, me about the, space. What he used, it for. I explored, once. He, said we would go, tonight. He had been, worried. A conversation, he has, to have. Maybe this, will make him, relax."

CLICK. - END OF RECORDING.

[Pyper]

C L I C K

"Date: Saturday. December Twenty-Seventh, Two Thousand and Fourteen."

We think, and then we move on.

"I got, gifts. I couldn't, think what to make. Only the one. For the swap. People, got many things. I like, my watch. I got, a set of tools. Picks, sharp. From her, as well. Freya. I can, use them. To clean out. Animals, gain more, materials. I have, to see her. Soon. Give a gift. I have to, give a lot of, gifts. I made a list. Of names. Of who, delivers things. So I, can give back. Show appreciation.

I spoke to Charles. I speak to Charles, a lot. I was direct. Phoenix asks, me about his, penis a lot. She thinks, we have sex. I asked, if he wanted to. With me. He said no. Told me, not to obsess. I did, that, I think. With Roderic. Now, I don't see him. Not as much, anymore. I would like, to not push Charles. Lose him. He said, obsession is, when you can't think. Not of anything else. I notice, I do that. More than I, am aware of. So I thought, about it. A little. I still, don't know what, I have concluded. Maybe another time.

Roman stayed, on the couch. He did last night. Maybe before. He didn't, look like him. I thought, he was, a fadebeast. I could, have used the gun. Charles gave it, to me. I don't use, guns. I might use, this one. But I waited, I wanted to see what, it would do. First. I fell asleep. There was only, Roman. In that spot. When my eyes opened. I want to, see it again. When we, are both awake.

Today I, harvested. I wondered, what were in buildings. New things, are hard to, come by. So I went, in one. I broke the lock. I killed, two men. Inside. I found a lot, of new things. I'll give, them away. To people who, need them. Keep some, to play with. The ones, that aren't, taken. Ethy could, use the sensor. He is, good with tinkering. One of the, computers said something. About a necklace. I want it."

CLICK. - END OF RECORDING.

[Pyper]

C L I C K

"Date: Wednesday. December Thirty-First, Two Thousand and Fourteen."

The house is real.

"Ethy, got hurt. So many, holes. Like ones, I have been, getting. Lately. I haven't, let them, show. Not to, other people. I stitch, I don't say. Wrap the wound. I practice, moving. I won't, be brittle. I heal, faster. Not my fastest. I went, to him. I checked. I can't, heal. I want to. Heal him. I sent an email. He has, to send me notes. Eli is, still gone. He could not, come back. I miss, him. His hugs. Ethy has been, more affectionate. He returns. He agreed, with my system. My request, of him. I want, his safety. I want him, to stay. Be alive. Be seen.

Phoenix hasn't, let me talk. Not about, the things. I want. Always, about Charles. His presents. I should, ask about. Our lessons. The hacking. Something different. Something, so she doesn't, think of the secret. Their secret. Charles and hers.

I went to, the room. I showed, my trick. She ate it, like food. I made, her think it was food. It crunched, it was an apple. She didn't know, about the blood. It was juice. How she saw, it. I learned, a lot. I have to, find. A good scalpel. We have, hospitals. I can break, the doors. Locks. There.

Juliet, spoke. To me. Returned, greetings. I send her, emails. She is, about business. I should, ask her questions. Form, what I want, would like, from there. Something, I know. Good at. Something, not a hobby. A job. I don't know, those things. I don't know, yet. I should not, obsess. There, is no rush. I can, take time. Outline. Execute.

I will, have my own thing. After time."

CLICK. - END OF RECORDING.