Computers/ Caerus Residential
This is a listing of all the message logs on Caerus Residential computers, extracted from the game's data files.
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B. Helting
S. Parkinson
S. Parkinson: I took a stroll through the forest. It is perfect. Exactly what I need.
B. Helting: Thank you.
S. Parkinson: When will you be available for me to stop by and discuss our projects? I would like to order the construction of an appropriate enclosure as soon as possible.
B. Helting: I'll be free in about an hour. I'll contact you.
S. Parkinson: Very well.
F. Manu
F. Manu: Hey, Bianka. I got your message.
B. Helting: Hello. Yes, I wanted to talk to you about the forest.
F. Manu: Sure.
B. Helting: My team and I want to expand the forest westward. Parkinson is planning an enclosure for his psimorphs so I'm going to need a bit more space to plant some of the other species we've got engineered.
F. Manu: Why do you need me for?
B. Helting: It's the G-5 cavern.
F. Manu: Oh. Yeah, I forgot. I haven't been in that part of DC in five months.
F. Manu: Okay, I'll survey the cavern for you. Tomorrow.
B. Helting: Excellent. Can you get me some soil samples while you're at it? I'd go alone, but better to let the expert make sure everything is safe first.
F. Manu: I'll take samples of everything. It's what I do. The southwestern section is what worries me the most, however.
B. Helting: I reckon.
F. Manu: So, how's this project of yours coming along?
B. Helting: I'd say too well. I am always expecting something bad to happen.
B. Helting: But all in all, I am very pleased with the progress we've made. The team is dedicated and, luckily for us, since we are all specialized in mycology, no one is likely to get pulled for mutagen work, as it happens to other teams.
F. Manu: Ditto here.
B. Helting: Yeah. It is difficult to avoid distractions around here, but at least I can count on the whole team.
F. Manu: Sure.
F. Manu: Alright, you'll hear from me tomorrow once I've completed the surveying.
B. Helting: Okay. And thank you very much.
F. Manu: Us geologists are not as useless as some say...
B. Helting: Hahaha. Far from it, considering the world we live in. Don't listen to Dyson, he's just... Dyson.
F. Manu: He sure is. Talk to ya tomorrow.
B. Helting: Bye.
G. Vasilica
G. Vasilica: Hey, hey. Are you going to the party tonight?
B. Helting: Hello. Yes. Why?
G. Vasilica: Just asking. There's going to be a lot of people.
B. Helting: People need to unwind. Times are stressful.
B. Helting: Will you be coming?
G. Vasilica: Yup. Both Dyson and I.
B. Helting: Good.
G. Vasilica: Okay, just wanted to check that. I hope I didn't interrupt you in your work.
B. Helting: No, actually I was just done washing my hair. Currently I'm waiting for Sally to pick up some spore samples I wanted tested.
G. Vasilica: McKinley? Is she coming to the party?
B. Helting: Not sure. I'll ask her when she stops by.
G. Vasilica: No, it is my duty to contact her. Off I go.
B. Helting: Hah. Good luck, since she's in the forest.
B. Helting: You there?
G. Vasilica: You ask her.
B. Helting: Haha. I will.
S. McKinley
S. McKinley: Are you there?
B. Helting: Yeah. What took you so long?
S. McKinley: I'll tell you in person. But, I'm here now. Are the spores ready for testing?
B. Helting: Yes. I've been waiting for you to pick them up.
S. McKinley: I'll be over in a minute.
B. Helting: Okay.
S. McKinley: You have to come over.
B. Helting: What for? What did you discover?
S. McKinley: Come over, girl, and you'll see for yourself.
W. Abdul
B. Helting: Wasi, is everything okay?
W. Abdul: Everythin is fine.
W. Abdul: Everything.
B. Helting: I heard you talking to yourself.
W. Abdul: I was thinking out loud.
B. Helting: Is everything okay at TL?
W. Abdul: Just fine.
B. Helting: I heard you had an incident there.
W. Abdul: I don't know who spreads that rumor
W. Abdul: rumor
W. Abdul: But it wasn't our lab, it was the Mutagen Tanks.
W. Abdul: It was in the Mutagen tanks.
B. Helting: I see. If you need anything, let me know. And get some rest.
W. Abdul: Ye
W. Abdul: Yes.
J. Dyson
T. Stigr
T. Stigr: Do you have a minute, Dr. Dyson? I wanted to talk to you about Project Eos.
J. Dyson: Sure, Tobias. And stop calling me Dr. Dyson, we've known each other for five years, man. There's no need to be formal.
T. Stigr: I know, sir, I'm sorry.
J. Dyson: What did you need?
T. Stigr: I'll just be direct. I want to volunteer to be placed inside a suspension cell and undergo the whole process.
J. Dyson: I understand what you mean. I noticed that your recent interest with the project had a very personal note, one that wasn't present before. However, I don't need to tell you that this is the first time we are doing this. Many things can go wrong. Did you consult anyone else before making this decision?
T. Stigr: I spoke to Dr. Anderson today and he told me there's nothing they can do for me. Removing the tumor from my face is not the problem, but other effects of the mutation will soon manifest themselves.
J. Dyson: I am sorry to hear that.
J. Dyson: We've worked on this together for some time now, so I am sure you know what awaits you. But, I have a question. Why didn't you turn to cryogenics instead?
T. Stigr: I trust you more. You know how things currently are around here, and I don't want to be unplugged so that they could make room for someone like Dr. Slavkovic. I mean, if I have to die, then that's that, I'll accept my fate. But if I'm going to give this a chance, then I'll put myself in the hands of someone I can trust.
J. Dyson: Thank you, Tobias. We have still a few more cells available. I can arrange everything.
J. Dyson: We'll talk about this in TL. Okay?
T. Stigr: Yes.
J. Dyson: John.
T. Stigr. Yes, John.
J. Dyson: That's more like it, man. See you in TL.
T. Stigr: Thank you again. See you.
G. Vasilica
G. Vasilica: Hey, will you be going to the party later?
J. Dyson: Yes. I have to finish the report on those psi monoliths first, so I might be a bit late.
G. Vasilica: Right. I heard you guys had some problems with a few subjects.
J. Dyson: No. Who told you that?
G. Vasilica: Bobby. But he's a jerk anyway.
J. Dyson: We had no problems.
G. Vasilica: You've been acting pretty stiff lately. Did Anton stop by TL again?
J. Dyson: No.
G. Vasilica: Yes.
J. Dyson: Look, I'm working here. We'll talk at the party.
G. Vasilica: Yeah.
G. Vasilica: One more thing. I've got a faux-paper ready for my boys at the biochem lab. It's gonna mess with their heads more than you guys do in TL.
J. Dyson: I told you I'm busy. And we don't mess with heads.
G. Vasilica: Yeah, yeah.
J. Dyson: What's the name of the paper?
G. Vasilica: Application of bioengineered fungal cell cultures in the creation of self-replicating lavatory tissue paper. By Gunter Vasilica.
J. Dyson: Haha! A toilet paper that grows on its own. Underrail will never be the same. Do you guys ever do anything serious or is it always these sort of things? No wonder Kim is on your back all the time.
J. Dyson: What was the last one? Fart cleanser?
G. Vasilica: Flatulence processing and perfuming unit, to be exact, but yes. I never submitted that, so you know. It's not my field, and even if it was, it would've been too obvious, come on. But this one is going across everybody's INM.
G. Vasilica: Everybody in my department, that is.
J. Dyson: Look, I have to finish this. Can't wait to hear what you've come up with.
G. Vasilica: Okay, okay. See you later.
G. Vasilica: Hey, hey, hey, Dude!
G. Vasilica: Last night was damn good. If your eyes weren't glued to Bianka the whole night you might've had a bit more fun.
J. Dyson: Who told you that?
G. Vasilica: I was standing right next to you.
J. Dyson: Sadly.
G. Vasilica: What do you mean, "sadly"? Want me to come over and kick your drunken ass?
J. Dyson: No, please, no!
J. Dyson: Hmmm... Imagine the SAI guys spying on our chat take it a bit too seriously and think you really want to kick my ass. Soon, an armed AF squad might come busting through your door. What do you think of that?
J. Dyson: *Drunken ass.
G. Vasilica: I could kick it all the way to the Core.
J. Dyson: That's not what I asked you.
G. Vasilica: Do you want me to kick your ass!?!!1!
J. Dyson: Haha. I thought I'd never meet anyone who's a bigger idiot than me.
G. Vasilica: While we're at it, you've gotten pretty serious lately. I already asked you but you evaded the answer. Those crystals got to your head or what?
J. Dyson: They are not crystals, man, and no, they didn't. It's just a bit of everything. Apex technocrats, news from above, Eos.
G. Vasilica: Bianka.
J. Dyson: You understand me. I hope you die.
G. Vasilica: HA! I'm going to outlive my best friend so that he never feels lonely.
J. Dyson: Man...
D. Slavkovik
D. Slavkovic: Come to my room.
J. Dyson: May I ask why, sir?
D. Slavkovic: Come and we'll talk in person.
J. Dyson: I will be there as soon as possible.
D. Slavkovic: You have five minutes, Dyson.
J. Dyson: Yes, sir.
S. Parkinson
J. Dyson: I read it this morning. I think you should come over to TL later and we'll see what we can do. We've still got a fair number of monolith fragments, so it shouldn't be a problem.
S. Parkinson: Deal. I will come over tomorrow. I'm going to see Bianka first, then I'll be over to you.
J. Dyson: What do you mean?
J. Dyson: Steve? Are you gone?
J. Dyson: Hey.
S. Parkinson: Sorry, I was in the bathroom. We are doing joint research, didn't she tell you? Her fungal forest project is at an advanced stage and we would like to release a few type-B's into an enclosure, study their behavior and see if what adaptations they develop.
J. Dyson: Oh, that. Good.
J. Dyson: As long as it's just that.
S. Parkinson: Be serious, John. I will see you tomorrow.
B. Helting
B. Helting: Hey, John.
J. Dyson: Hey, Bianka.
B. Helting: Just wanted to let you know that Wasi has been acting up strange lately. I heard him talking to himself the othr day.
J. Dyson: *Other. G back t edcation. You biologists are even worse than geologists.
B. Helting: John, do we have to go through this every time I make typo?
J. Dyson: Yes. If you feel the need to file a complaint against my excruciatingly annoying behavior to SC, NRS or even BCHC, you may do so every day from seven to five.
B. Helting: Look, can you be serious for once? Speak to Wasi and see why he's behaving the way he does.
J. Dyson: He was at the med and they told him its just work-related exhaustion. We're working on Project Eos and, well, a lot of lives are in our hands.
B. Helting: Just talk to him, I'm worried. We've been having numerous accidents and mishaps around Hollow Earth, especially with the recent problems in the Mutagen Tank area. What if it's connected?
B. Helting: Also, you know - I will file a complaint. To Anton directly. You're going to Tartarus.
J. Dyson: NO! For a simple correction? You evil woman.
B. Helting: Haha. Look, I gotta go and take some spore samples from the forest.
J. Dyson: Hey, can I ask you something?
J. Dyson: Oh, sorry. Wrote that at the same time.
B. Helting: Yeah.
B. Helting: So?
J. Dyson: ?
B. Helting: Quote: "Hey, can I ask you something?"
J. Dyson: Oh, that.
B. Helting: John, are you gone?
J. Dyson: Nope.
B. Helting: John, come on! This is not funny. Anton will hear about this!
B. Helting: Anyway, I really have to go. And talk to Wasi. Bye.
J. Dyson: So long, Bianka.
F. Manu
F. Manu: Are you there?
J. Dyson: Yes.
F. Manu: Something is seriously wrong with Wasi. He's been sending me messages these two days and complaining about having insomnia and seeing some freaky shadows. The things he woke me up with are frightening, John. What is going on at Tithonus?
J. Dyson: He's been to med and told me they told him it's work-related stress. Professional exhaustion, however they call it. He's taken a few days off.
F. Manu: What do you mean?
J. Dyson: ?
J. Dyson: To medical in L1. Doc told him it's stress. Didn't he mention that?
F. Manu: When did he go to med?
J. Dyson: I don't know, yesterday, the day before that.
F. Manu: I don't think he did. I talked to Bianka, Marcus and even Dr. Hope and no one saw him leave his room during that time. And judging by INM timestamps I don't think he would've had much time to go out in between. Did you talk to anyone from med?
J. Dyson: No. He messaged me what I've told you.
J. Dyson: Let's go to his room. I'll meet you in the hallway.
D. Slavkovik
A. Matveev
A. Matveev: How are you feeling, Dr. Slavkovic?
D. Slavkovic: Rotten.
D. Slavkovic: So no different than usual.
D. Slavkovic: Are you calling me for a reason?
A. Matveev: Just to see how you were doing.
D. Slavkovic: Now you know.
A. Matveev: I have a question for you, if I may?
D. Slavkovic: If you must.
A. Matveev: Why did you move to that small, claustrophobic room? Caerus has some of the best apartments Biocorp has ever offered to its technocrats, yet you selected the one that deserves you the least.
A. Matveev: Was there something wrong with your apartment? I thought it had everything.
D. Slavkovic: I began to despise it exactly because of that reason.
A. Matveev: I see. How so?
D. Slavkovic: Because it reminds me of everything I've created during my lifetime. My hands made human beings, everything about them was according to my will. I felt like a god. And those I haven't constructed - I enhanced. You should know.
A. Matveev: Certainly, Dr. Slavkovic. Yet, I don't see why you shouldn't be reminded of these things? Aren't those great achievements?
D. Slavkovic: Anton, can you not understand?
D. Slavkovic: I am dying. Biocorp is dying. It is just a matter of time.
A. Matveev: I apologize for leaving you in the middle of a conversation, Dr. Slavkovic. I was urgently called to Mutagen Tanks.
D. Slavkovic: I thought we were finished.
A. Matveev: You never explained to me why you left the apartment?
D. Slavkovic: If so you desire.
D. Slavkovic: That apartment, it is a piece of greatness, Anton. Greatness.
D. Slavkovic: That tiny space, relatively speaking, was Biocorp condensed into a form which can feed my ego the best.
D. Slavkovic: Yes, I love myself - I worship myself. I want to be reminded how great I am and how great the things I've made possible are.
D. Slavkovic: Few stand close to me. Nikolev, Frasard, obviously Clarkson. A few more. But that's it.
D. Slavkovic: And that great man is going to perish soon. And it will all come to an end. All his achievements gone.
A. Matveev: That is not true. You will be remembered, your work is monumental to genetic engineering. You were as close to a god as anyone could possible be.
D. Slavkovic: I will be remembered?
D. Slavkovic: What do I get out of people remembering me? Reading about me in literature?
D. Slavkovic: Nothing, that's what. Because I will be nothing. Dead.
D. Slavkovic: And even those memories will be gone with Biocorp.
D. Slavkovic: So if I renounce everything I have, death cannot take it from me. I live with no possessions in this cramped room. I have nothing, which is as much as I'll have in death.
A. Matveev: It is not too late to turn to cryogenics.
D. Slavkovic: This conversation is over. I'm tired.
D. Slavkovic: I read what you sent me. It is sound. However, I don't trust a drunkard like Dyson.
A. Matveev: I can vouch for Dyson, Dr. Slavkovic. When it comes to psionic research, there isn't a man more capable. And his recent discoveries regarding the monoliths have already opened new horizons. I personally inspected his work, and I am pleased with my observations.
A. Matveev: I wouldn't have brought this up to you if I wasn't sure in it.
D. Slavkovic: You didn't. Kirill did.
D. Slavkovic: Although, I know you used him as a proxy.
A. Matveev: Guilty as charged. Despite our differences, we both want what's best for you. I made an error in mentioning cryogenics first to you, thus causing an unwanted reaction.
D. Slavkovic: I see.
D. Slavkovic: When will they put the first group in stasis?
A. Matveev: Soon. I will speak to Dyson and give you a concrete date.
D. Slavkovic: I will keep an eye on the first group, and if I'm pleased with the results, then I will try it myself.
A. Matveev: Very good, Dr. Slavkovic.
D. Slavkovic: I don't have much time left anyway.
A. Matveev: Would you like to return to your apartment?
D. Slavkovic: No. Send me Dyson's contact. I would like to speak with him.
A. Matveev: Yes, Dr. Slavkovic.
F. Austein
D. Slavkovic: Austein, send someone to pick me up. I want to take a look at the subjects in Mutagen Tanks B.
F. Austein: Certainly, Dr. Slavkovic.
K. Gavrilyuk
K. Gavrilyuk: Dr. Slavkovic. I was informed that your condition has worsened.
D. Slavkovic: Yes.
K. Gavrilyuk: If there is anything you need, please say so.
D. Slavkovic: I need nothing you can offer.
K. Gavrilyuk: You might reconsider moving to medical center. You deserve better than being taken care of by a single nurse.
D. Slavkovic: I already told you and Austein and Matveev. No.
D. Slavkovic: Now, I do have something to ask you. What is going on with the Mutagen Tanks subjects? I talked to Austein, but he didn't give me any actual answers. I want to know the real state.
K. Gavrilyuk: They are under control.
D. Slavkovic: What about Austein's pet, whatever its name?
K. Gavrilyuk: Austein considers it his right-hand and he is unwilling to listen to reason.
D. Slavkovic: Biocorp is already close to the edge. Austein's subjects are numerous, and one of them walks around freely.
K. Gavrilyuk: I thought you stopped caring.
D. Slavkovic: It comes and goes. Come to think of it, I don't think I actually care. It's more of a natural and subconscious thing for me to observe the going-ons in Hollow Earth. Much like breathing. It goes on without you taking notice of it.
K. Gavrilyuk: I know that you strongly oppose cryogenics, but are you familiar with Project Eos?
Slavkovic: No.
K. Gavrilyuk: It's a project of Dyson and Abdul, from Tithonus Lab. The expedition which went south discovered peculiar monoliths. Most likely alien in origin. One of the proposed theories is that fragments of these monoliths can be used to project someone's being into a psionic image, as Dyson defined it.
D. Slavkovic: Is this some kind of joke?
K. Gavrilyuk: No, Dr. Slavkovic. Matveev visited his laboratory. If you are interested, he can fill you in with the details.
D. Slavkovic: I am not interested in witchcraft, Gavrilyuk. Now leave me alone. I am tired of this.
K. Gavrilyuk: As you wish, Dr. Slavkovic.
W. Abdul
J. Dyson
J. Dyson: Wasi, are you there?
F. Manu
F. Manu: Wasi, I'm in my room with Dyson. We knocked at your door but you didn't respond.
F. Manu: Are you there?
F. Manu: It's been half an hour. We're calling someone to open the door.
W. Abdul: If they come here here, they will separate us, Wasi.
W. Abdul: I can't take this anymore I am tired and and I can brly see And you are hurting me.
W. Abdul: They will hurt you more.
W. Abdul: i just want this to end
W. Abdul: Peel the skin from your chest now. There is nothing left on your back.
W. Abdul: I cant
W. Abdul: You have to. You are not you anymore, don't you remember? Your body is a prison made of flesh. Get rid of it.
W. Abdul: i can't.
W. Abdul: You must.
W. Abdul: I can't do it why can't I just kill myself I can't take it anymore.
W. Abdul: Don't cry. Pain is but a small price for your new existence. Your freedom.
W. Abdul: i am tired I havent slept.
W. Abdul: You will never sleep again. You don't need to. You are getting rid of it all.
W. Abdul: why can't I kill myself
W. Abdul: We don't want that. We don't want your existence to end. You need to remove your flesh slowly, peel off all the outer layers. What is left is you in your purest form.
W. Abdul: i cant.
W. Abdul: It is too late. Just set yourself free, Wasi.