Basic’s Vault

From the diary of Samuel Frobisher, (Vol XIV, 1889-1892), published with the kind permission of the Frobisher Estate:
…whilst walking over the moors today, I encountered a large blue head encased in a strange mechanical armour. The head attempted to talk in several languages, before settling on English, greeting me in an oddly familiar manner. We discussed the unseasonably wet weather, whereupon he prevailed upon me for the date. Upon hearing the year, the head began to chuckle and inquired towards the health of the Queen and the state of the Empire. After a short but spirited discussion on the merits of colonial rule, the head thanked me for my company and apologised for having taken up my time. He then vanished in a flash of green light, leaving me to finish my excursion. On the way home, I discovered something truly fascinating: an unusual specimen of taraxacum officinale, (or the common dandelion) the properties of which I have described in “Frobisher’s Compendium of Aberrant Species with Particular Regard Towards Common Flowering Plants of Britain”…

There is no fate, no free will. There are patterns left from the unexplained expansion of an infinitely tiny dot that reverberate throughout the cosmos. We are of them.

Nope. They’re pretty huge files, and I don’t have them saved other than as pictures. Just right-click then press “view image”.

Operative 001

They killed him. They cut him up, pried him open with cold metal and burning light, then fitted machines in his innards and batteries between his ribs. They upgraded his muscles, replaced his bones, sewed a metal skin over raw flesh. They armored him in exotic metals, cut off his hands and replaced them with blades, changed his eyes and his ears to mechanical duplicates, lobotomized him, programmed him, conditioned him. Then they set him loose and watched the carnage.

Wrath
Wrath – Headshot

[Transcript begins.]
Subject 1: [expletive deleted] killed them all. Jesus. What do we tell them?
Subject 2: As little as we can afford to. If the press get a whiff of the truth, the entire department’ll be crucified.
Subject 1: He even killed the little ones. I thought he was supposed to be stable.
Subject 2: He is stable, compared to how he was before.
Subject 1: I don’t know if I can deal with this. It’s too much.
Subject 3: Shut it, Hallorann. Collins, check the exits, make sure we’re secure.
Subject 2: Yes, sir.
Subject 3: Is he awake yet?
Subject 1: Wha… I…
Subject 3 (shouting): Is he awake yet?
Subject 1: No, no sir. He won’t be… Oh [expletive deleted]. There’s no way.
Subject 3: Tranquilize him. Now.
Subject 1: But we used enough to kill an ordinary man!
Subject 3 (shouting): Do it now!
[Heavy breathing and moaning is heard in the background]
Subject 1: Jesus. C’mon, c’mon-
[Screaming]
[Snapping sound]
[Screaming]
[Gunshots]
Subject 3: Die, you motherf-
[Crashing sounds]
[Muffled screaming]
[Single gunshot]
[Silence]
[Heavy breathing]
[Silence]
[Transcript ends.]

Target Acquired

[Incomplete transcript call log recovered from charred wreckage of [CLASSIFIED], June ’59.]
“a̎ͪ̈͛͘̕҉ͅv̰̭̪ͧͥ̉̚k̨̙̼̋̽̕d͎̬̟͍̯̲͔̻ͬ̎͒ͣͬ̓͑͡j̭͓̦͙͖͍̤̤̬̊̅͠v̶̗̥͇͖͍͑͊͐ͬͤͣ̆ͯ͒
ḧ͋҉̴̪̤̼̳̦̺͍̭͍͟k̶̨̧̦͌̓̿ͯ͌́̐j̢̜̮͕̗͍ͥͫͩ̔͒͝ͅn̰̲͈̻͈̆̇ͯ̌ͩ͂̾́j̧̡̠̪̘̐͛ͬ̄́̉k̢̹̞̥̱͕̖̯ͤ̌
esting was for the most part a resounding success, though you might want to have a word with the boys in the combat programming department, as there are some minor issues with the threat assignment systems. Moving onto the tactical antimatter cyclic fusion cannons
a̎ͪ̈͛͘̕҉ͅv̰̭̪ͧͥ̉̚k̨̙̼̋̽̕d͎̬̟͍̯̲͔̻ͬ̎͒ͣͬ̓͑͡j̭͓̦͙͖͍̤̤̬̊̅͠v̶̗̥͇͖͍͑͊͐ͬͤͣ̆ͯ͒
ḧ͋҉̴̪̤̼̳̦̺͍̭͍͟k̶̨̧̦͌̓̿ͯ͌́̐j̢̜̮͕̗͍ͥͫͩ̔͒͝ͅn̰̲͈̻͈̆̇ͯ̌ͩ͂̾́j̧̡̠̪̘̐͛ͬ̄́̉k̢̹̞̥̱͕̖̯͓ͤ̌ͅ”