ALT://Rundown 3.0 Logs

The following article details all of the logs, voice-overs, and other related lore that is found within ALT://Rundown 3.0 or released at the same time as the rundown. As these logs may have gone through revisions in subsequent updates to GTFO, this article represents the current version of the logs as found within the game.

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### 7GY-HYP-SDW

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../BIOCOM
Unauthorized encyption
meta3.date_stamp(550102.135402)
folder.ghammerstein/documents/sxv4y486ertg6/private_vault
open.personal_notes.md.
reading...

Created: December 22nd 2054

## Concerns
I cannot shake this sickness. I feel better for short periods but then it returns. My head is heavy. My brain feels damp. At times I feel like something is living inside me. Ugh. There is too much work to do, and too many leeches sucking on my blood. Physical weakness is a vulnerability to these parasites.
My ethological study of the creatures is almost ready for peer review, such as they are. I suppose I will take some interest in seeing how the scientific community reacts to my work. They will either recognize the wisdom of it or pick it apart to quell the bitterness they feel from their own lackluster achievements. Regardless, in the end, the work will out, and I shall be recognized.

## Next month
#todo

### Entry: Gallus {genus}
Poss. intro? fix end bit
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There are cross-species behavioral distinctions that separate all species within the genus. The dark-skinned variants tend to be more active hunters, suggesting the darker pigmentation is a product of natural selection. They are harder to see and therefore more successful predators. The light skinned breed are still vicious and will attack at the slightest provocation, but they do not seek the prey as actively, they are more disposed to sedentary, almost somnific, behavior. They wait, and strike when roused.
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### Entry: Gallus Reptus
Paragraph on:
- Reptus show little signs of intelligence beyond their predatory instincts. Clarify the intraspecific devolution theory?
- possibility of structured hierarchy among the pack, and the role of Reptus in that hierarchy
- possibility that Reptus are a post-metamorphic stage of Jaculus? Note no confirmed sightings of Jaculus in a pupal state.
- NEED DNA SAMPLE

### Entry: Gallus Jaculus
- more intelligent than Reptus, or given a more strategic role in the hive?
- what are the implications of emergent intelligence.
- potential human connection/influence. Mimicry or symbiont relationship with parasite?
- remove that woman from the team

### Entry: Gallus Capreolatus
Name options:
- Capreolatus
- Cirrhus
- Pampinarii
- Clavicula
Discuss tendril hypotheses :
- diphyllobothrium latum mimicry?
- siphonophore/zooids theory
- NEED DNA SAMPLE

### Gallus Horridus
- advanced predation techniques
- purpose of keratinous growths unclear. does it charge under threat?
- NEED DNA SAM

[file ends]

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### EBD-T34-DG1

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>>EBDT FRAGMENT 33FK-017 START

>>ENC: D-Lock Block Cipher

Sender: CJ Mortimer
Receiver: Scott Weaver
Date: September 30th 2052
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Syringes

Scott,

I’ve increased the duration of the IIx drug effect – fast-twitch muscle power has increased by another 8 seconds. As suggested, it will come in handy for if the pneumatic tools can't be used for whatever reason. A miner can take a hit of the FTF booster syringe and smash the rock with a sledgehammer.

I am concerned with the desire to make the boost last longer. There are side effects that become more prevalent when the duration of the effect is extended. I'll keep researching, but don't expect miracles. Just tell the miners to manage their doses well.

The side effects noted with the Injury Infection Liquid Pharmacon (I2-LP), are seemingly random and I haven’t yet found a way to resolve the issue. I’ll keep working on it.

CJ

>>ENC://

>>EBDT FRAGMENT END

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### DTE-110-111

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Private encryption//SMC mail server
From: Andrew Clinton B035
To: Janson Davies A001
Date: September 05th 2049
Subject: Re: Found it
Attachment: Garganta_schematics.pdf

Blueprints attached. Sorry for the delay. Could have sworn I already sent them to you. Estimated construction time is 18 months. Drilling starts late July 2050.

Andrew.

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### 21M-CEW-49B

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../BIOCOM
Unauthorized encyption
meta3.date_stamp(541215.072141)
folder.rstokes/documents/sxv4y486ertg6/outbox
reading...

D-Lock Block Cipher
alias:int_server.1024_ciph.tier5.med_core/GHammersteinB014.flagged [draft]

Dr Hammerstein,

The creatures we found clearly have traces of human DNA, and it is short sighted of you to dismiss the possibility that they might have once been Garganta staff. Their DNA is not "similar" to human, it is human, at least in part. The fact that their corpses do not dematerialize may indicate that these specimens are a different variant from the others, or that the physiology of the "Gallus" genus is eclectic depending on the environment in which they develop.

I have presented the evidence for RNA editing to you twice now, and both times you have dismissed my research with disdain. It is entirely feasible that an extraterrestrial lifeform could have evolved to exploit such a trait - cephalopods have achieved it on earth. Embracing research into RNA editing may unlock  a path to returning these creatures to their genetic structure pre-mutation, and if they are indeed former humans, it is our duty to explore that possibility. The creatures also have an enormous viral load, making it even more imperative that we research if at least some of the creatures are a product of end stage of NAM-V. I don't believe you can wrap up this virus or the creatures into a neat package and force them all into a box labeled "Gallus".

As we go deeper we are finding more and more of these creatures [maybe we should call them Gallus Stokus] which indicates that the environment plays a role in the genetic modification. Perhaps there is something at the lower depths that drives the mutation? Considering the bizarre artifacts we have already found we cannot close the door to any possibilities. I don't have the answers, but without an openness to radical thought we never WILL have the answers.

You are a complete

[file ends]

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### 57H-K78-EVR

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Matthew Aaron
This is Matthew Aaron, operations lead for the Daylight Mission. I am recording this message at… 11:37am, April 28th, 2057. We have reached the port of Progreso and established an operations base in the cruise terminal. Unsurprisingly, this place has been abandoned. There's no one here — no one in the city at all, as far as we know. Getting here was a nightmare. The US government, what's left of it, offered no help. We were stuck in Tampa for two weeks until someone in the Cuban government heard our broadcast and offered help. They have kindly provided transportation, and a military force to protect us. Of course, we took them up on their offer. If getting through Florida is any indication of what's to come, we are going to need all the help we can get. They picked us up in Fort Myers last week. Imagine that. The Cuban Navy land on US soil and no one cares. We got to Pregreso 2 days ago, and have already managed to lose Dr. Wilkins. I'm not sure what happened, he must have just wandered off. We have a squad out looking for him. Since landing our military escort has reported sightings of… well the soldiers are calling them "chichiricu", but I don't know what they are. According to Captain Puente they are coordinated and highly aggressive. I have asked the soldiers to capture one but they tell me the creatures disappear before their corpses can be recovered. Not disappear… vanish, maybe? It's probably a translation issue. Regardless, I have yet to see one and… well, the local fauna is not our mission. Our mission is NAM-V. The viral load present in the corpses from the city is massive. The virus has been here a long time. We've also found several mass cremation sites that we think haven't been touched in maybe 8 to 10 years, so I believe we are on the right track for finding the origin of this virus. We will be taking the boats to Garganta tomorrow. I don't know what we're going to find there, but I'm… hopeful. I will report again once we get there.

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### MAL-7CD-378

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D-Lock Block Cipher

Sender: Cameron David
Receiver: Brian Moore
Date: September 26th 2050
Subject: Mining dust solution

Hey Brian,

We've increased the flow-through ventilation but to be safe Lance dropped off extra repellers for us in zone 508. Feel free to use them if as needed. Please report your CMPS readings at every station below 500m.

Also, El Presidente has requested reports on all anomalous readings below 750m - that includes unknown particulate readings, CO2 pockets over 0.6%, or RH readings over 80% . Obviously, if you do enter any areas like that you should leave - but log your readings first or it means another meeting for me.

Cameron

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### 76H-S3Q-156

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../BIOCOM
shortwave transmission intercepted@27mhz
meta3.date_stamp(570429.162633)

//transcript follows...

UNIDENTIFIED MALE
This is Francisco Del Pireo, Interim Director WHO Europe, broadcasting from our Milan [inaudible] on behalf of Dr. Rutermayer. On the 28th April, 2057, the Milan office received a [inaudible] transmission from the head of the Daylight Mission team. They have [inaudible] city of Progreso in the Yucatan Peninsula, near the mining facility known as Garganta. The team encountered no resistance during their journey, and report that all team members are healthy and continuing the search for a vaccine to the NAM virus.

../BIOCOM.
.. transcript ends//
intercept log updated
alert system flagged

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### B94-E5W-52K

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Schaeffer
This is John Schaeffer. I… I'm recording this so I… so if anyone finds me this will… explain… what is that… VOICE? I can't stop it… come on… breathe… This is John Schaeffer. I… I think, maybe, I am a prisoner? Or maybe… I work in this place? I don't know what… I don't remember… I think I was unconscious or, or I had an accident? There is… a voice, it's telling me, ordering me, demanding… "EXTRACT! RETREAT! COMPLY! EXTRACT! RETREAT"… Stop it! Stop! It's okay. You can ignore it. I'm not listening. I can't hear it. I don't hear you! Now… where was I? Remember… I was… with some people… QUIET! We were… we had weapons! We had weapons and THAT VOICE was giving orders, giving us all orders, but then… we were attacked? Yes, something attacked us and then EXTRACT! RETREAT! COMPLY! I will not! I DO NOT HEAR YOU! Where are the others? Did they… I think… I think they're dead. They're dead and I… did I escape? Yes, I escaped and now all I hear is THAT VOICE. COMPLY! My name is John Schaeffer. My name is John Schaeffer. My name is… Wait! I'm an… engineer! Not a prisoner! An engineer! I will NOT comply. I'm John Schaeffer, and I'm an engineer, and now… I'm here. Why? Why am I here? WHY AM I HERE? What did I do? I didn't do anything! Stop! What are you! Stop the voice… I have to stop the voice. I have to STOP IT—

### 21W-SOL-9NY

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Host
This is State of Truth AM. Mrs. Truth and I are still on the road. We're avoiding large population clusters, staying off the interstate, making our way to the bug-out bunker. My friends, it is… hell out here. We have seen bodies, thousands of bodies, burned on massive funeral pyres. We have seen corpses unceremoniously bulldozed into mass graves. We have seen the maggot infested remains of our people, left to rot in the ditches. It is clear they performed their final act of compliance in that ditch. They begged for mercy before they were shot in the back of the head by their own troops. The air is heavy with the stench from the internment camps, now the feeding ground of vultures that feast on the fat of our insolence. I can hear the death rattle of our species on the wind that carries our extinction. There are some who have survived the carnage, but their days are numbered. They barricade themselves in their homes, firing pot shots at any stray who threatens to bring the plague to their door. Primal self-preservation controls them now. The cult of self that drove their ideology now drives their instinct to survive at all costs. They have turned their back on the society they once claimed from their moral high ground. There is no compassion in the cornered rat, among the parasites. There is no community, no allegiance, and no room in the foxhole. They grow septic in their mausoleums as they starve to death in solitude. But, in all of this, I believe… no, I know, that YOU are out there, my friends. The seers & prophets who saw this reckoning and prepared for it. Secure in your own bunkers, keeping the beacon burning. You are the heroes of this end of days. The self-sufficient. You tap the satellites and keep the lines of communication open. You maintain the generators and keep the water pumping. You find a way to connect to an information web in ruins because the original architects died from their hubris. Well, not you. You are practical. Adaptable. You will use all that is left behind, and forge a new existence. Stay strong my friends. Though I may be incommunicado for a while, we will return. We too will rise from the ashes. Don't touch that dial. Mr. Truth out.

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### STA-B26-078

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D-Lock Block Cipher

Sender: Cameron David
Receiver: Wendi Fischer
Date: September 29th 2050
Subject: Extra repellers

Hey Wendi,

Due to the accident with Brian's team we have surplus repellers available for use in zone 391.

Be careful down there.

Cameron

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### POI-M7Y-THE

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Schaeffer
Comply. Retreat. Comply. But I'm still here. You didn't wipe everything. Ah! This should work… You hear that? Do you? Yeah, you do! Comply. Retreat. Won't stop. Well, I can stop you… Three-T… no… Seven-T? Fuck it! No! No, you can demand all you want, but you can't stop me! Fucking FULL power. I'm doing this, I'm doing this. —okay. Wait. Let it get to full speed— No, no! You're not in control here, I am! John Schaeffer! Hold on… Not yet! Wait… Wait… Come on… come on… COME ON! FUCK IT— AAARGGHH!!! Fuck. Ugh. I'm bleeding- Wait… Hello? Hello? (chuckles) Fuck you…

### HW5-BI7-120

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Schaeffer
Is it— [recording]? Yes. This is John Schaeffer. I removed a… device, surgically attached to… I think my brain stem. I don't know how it got there, but I could feel it, under the skin. I was hearing… a voice? Not really a voice, a demand, a thought, over and over, in my mind. I assumed it was connected to the device so I removed it. It worked. Now my thoughts are… well, my own. I have to figure out how it got there. Something happened to me. In this place. I don't know where I am but… there's something familiar. This nightmare is somehow… I don't know… expected? Assumed? It's like I was always here, but it used to be different. I know things but I don't know how I know them. I can operate machinery — well like this recorder — but I don't know how I know. That's my first objective. Objective. That word again! My first… task, is to figure out where I am, and why I'm here. And who the others are. I have seen them, moving through the corridors, opening doors, attacking those creatures, communicating with each other, but… it's different. Like they are… programmed, maybe? Maybe I am one of them, or was? I haven't approached them yet, they seem… violent. Aggressive. They're like soldiers but I don't think they are. Maybe mercenaries, or… captives to whatever it is that implanted that device on me. Ugh. It's still so confusing. I think I'm sick. Maybe I got an infection after I ripped out that FUCKING device. I feel, heavy. Like my brain is wet. I'm tired. It could just be this place. The dark. Those… creatures. What the hell are they? Come on John. You can figure this out. At least I know my name. My name is John Schaeffer.