Finally I can get to the bottom of this Jazzer madness. Where did he go? What is he up to? There’s always an angle, so let’s find out what it is.
Entry 00002140317.2.150706: Powered up the standard spycams today. Thermal, radiation, sonic pulse, x-ray, ionic, doric, and corinthian. Jazzer’s office is shielded, but surprisingly it’s only the bare minimum. That place would barely survive a tacnuke. It’s as if he slapped it together in a hurry, and forgot to finish the damn thing. Come to think of it, that’s not surprising. The question comes back to “why”? My scans confirm two lifeforms inside, but the standard scans don’t penetrate more than that. Exterior cam records show that the last two clones to enter the office were Pseudonym and Jazzer. But, all this can be easily faked. I’m flooding the courtyard with neutrinos for 12 hours or so. Then some of the more sensitive equipment should be able to get in there.
Entry 00002140318.3.071222: The Neutrinometer successfully peeled back a few layers. I was able to confirm that Jazzer is, in fact inside his office. There is an odd deviation from the normal reading, but I’d recognize those nervous facial tics anywhere. It’s Jazzer all right. Pseudonym left some time yesterday during the neutrino bursts. Exterior cams and the locato-clothing both confirm that he’s currently in R&D. But Jazzer hasn’t left. What is he doing in there? Is this an act? Have I been duped?? I need to peel back more layers.
Entry 00002140318.3.183359: Damn and blast! These neutrinos inhibit half of my sensors! Pseudo returned earlier with a scientist from R&D. Lovethe-B-OMB-23 is a well known R&Der, demoted from VIOLET for accidentally poking a hole in space. According to the records, we’re still plugging that rip with a 600 ton titanium alloy block every 2.6 months just to keep Alpha Complex from being sucked through a dimensional rift smaller than my finger. His transfer to our sector was a condition of his demotion. My damned brilliant neutrinos inhibited me from keying in on the conversation! Jazzer was angry - I could tell that much. He sent the two of them out. I lost them as soon as they left the courtyard. Is that another neutrino malfunction? The locato-clothing should have been readable from my PDC, but I’ve got nothing but static. Maybe I’m being jammed… or maybe I give Sir Neatfreak too much credit. I guess I’ll know more when the neutrinos dissipate.
Entry 00002140320.5.060244: I’ve located Pseudo - he’s in R&D. Lovethe-B’s whereabouts remain unknown. The Computer’s records don’t even show him in the sector. Of course they could be tampered with… damn. I’ve finally got a lock on Jazzer at least. Right down to his vitals, thanks to a few leaks in his shielding system. Still reading that deviation from normal, though… I’m compiling a record of data now to determine if there is any pattern to the anomaly.
Entry 00002140322.7.221316: Compilation of data denies the existence of deviation??? That’s impossible! The data readings are clearly wrong!! Also something is clearly wrong in that office. It’s been nearly a week and Jazzer hasn’t left even once. I’m gonna fire up the Obviator Supra - I don’t *care* what the power consumption is! R&D assured me that the Obviator has been tested thoroughly, and that the user is shielded from the deadly levels of radiation it generates. Of course, I’m sure no one else is…. heh. So according to the instruction manual, this thing will monitor all active surveillance equipment simultaneously, while at the same time running its own concurrent barrage of intelligence gathering. As it compiles the data, it will catch everything that is so painfully blaringly obvious that no one notices it, and present its findings. Smugly present them, I’d wager. If the R&D design team weren’t so certain that I’d erase all their templates, I’d also wager that this pile of junk couldn’t analyze a cube of cold fun. Well, in either case I’ve reached that level of desperation where I’d stand on my head and sing patriotic songs if I thought it would help. I might as well see if this Obviator is worth a damn.
Entry 00002140326.4.082241: Let me just start this entry by tipping my hat to the folks at R&D. All their shortcomings are overcome with achievements like the Obviator Supra. It’s a pity that the thing uses almost 18% of the sector’s power resources. That’ll be hard to cover up, hehe. The vent system suffered some outages, but reports of asphyxiation were fairly minimal. Anyways, the Obviator report blew my mind. The reason my data compilation showed no anomalous readings, is due to the fact that over time, the readings are designed to average out to the norm. Yes…. DESIGNED. How does one design breathing rate? Heart beats? Body temperature? Brain waves? I’ll tell you how. By faking it. Brief periods of implausible readings followed by careful measured readings that create a plausible report. I doubt Jazzer is in that room at all! HE NEVER WAS! It’s all part of some damned conspiracy, and Jazzer is part of it, and he’s gotten the Computer to be complicit. This is going too far. What the hell is Jazzer brewing up?
Entry 00002140326.4.160628: Saulres has just contacted me about the conspiracy *he* uncovered!! Could we be independently discovering the same thing? He wants to meet and discuss… can I trust him with what I’ve learned about Jazzer?? Hmmmm, not yet. Tread softly, Farg ol’ buddy. Keep this under your hat for now, this could be the endgame.
