RPC Authority

Subject: CSD-2151, a 25 year old Caucasian American male pulled from a homeless shelter in New York.
Log-1: Initial testing.

CSD-2151: Okay, so all I have to do is approach that thing right?

Dr. Shawl: Yes, that is correct.

[CSD-2151 hesitates to move as he shifts his steps side to side.]

CSD-2151: Is this some sort of sick prank?

Dr. Shawl: You wouldn't be here if it was. Please approach RPC-214.

CSD-2151: Christ, fine then.

[CSD-2151 makes his way toward RPC-214. He stops after 6 meters as the coffin opens to reveal the colony of maggots.]

CSD-2151: What the-? What am I looking at here? What's with all the maggots here? Doc?

RPC-214: The flesh was warm as it was sweet. Locked within the darkness for weeks, you make sure you were discreet.

CSD-2151: Holy shit it… th-they're talking.

[CSD-2151 looks around the room before turning back to the coffin.]

CSD-2151: Uhh… ca-can you understand me?

RPC-214: Devoid of nourishment, you sought for meat. Surrounded by cotton and feces, you saw yourself as a treat. The hunger was great, and full of pain. The stinging of tearing sinews and flesh however, was surely your gain. Losing blood and mewling like a whelp, your father took you to seek help.

[CSD-2151 reacts by reaching for the left side of his arm, clutching it.]

CSD-2151: How… how did you know about that?

RPC-214: I know everything there is to know about people Jensen. I say what they know, while they played their little games. And I know how you truly felt after that day. By the good graces of human nature, you were freed from your father's clutches you went your own way. But as you grew free from your father's curse, you hunted people for more than their purse.

Soon the thoughts crowded your mind. Your rejection of it however, has made you blind. The taste of your own flesh was appealing for how long you went without a meal. Yet the crippling sensation done to your body was a steal. And the taste of beef no longer appealed to your lips, so you push the thoughts out, cursed yourself and destroyed yourself with drug-fueled trips. But the hunger inside craved more, and it begun to shout. So one day, you chased a woman with meaty hips. You charmed her and wooed her with words…

CSD-2151: No… no, no, no. No, stop it… just stop!

RPC-214: You lead her astray, like cattle from the herd. You fantasized what she'd taste like. You remembered the taste of pork from your own arm. The warmth of blood, how tender and fresh. Just one little bite, you'd say, and you crave the flesh. But in the end, you couldn't do it.

CSD-2151: You're right, I couldn't do it because I'm not a goddamn sicko!

RPC-214: But you tell yourself this all the time, as often as I rhyme. You push the thought back, curse yourself, think of how much of a horrible person you are for having such thoughts and fear the control you lack. Such is a broken man, a product of what his father wrought. Your thoughts are reflective; a festering host of sprawling maggots, an idea that you brought. You think yourself as naught but a monster and rue the day you were born. Because what human would have such thoughts and not look upon themselves with such scorn?

CSD-2151: Doc get me the fuck out of here now! I'm done with this test!

Log-2: CSD-2151 was subjected to therapy following the encounter. Dr. Apth was called from Site-015 to determine the psychological effects RPC-214 may have had on the subject.

Dr. Apth: Hello Jensen. How are you feeling today?

CSD-2151: … ehh… I… think I feel like shit.

Dr. Apth: Judging from your experience with the object, I can understand why. From what Dr. Shawl has told me, you've been rather defensive and agitated since your encounter w ith RPC-214. Can you describe what went on in the chamber?

[The subject refuses to answer as he shifts in his seat.]

Dr. Apth: If there's something that RPC-214 has done that made you feel… uncomfortable in a way… I want you to be forthcoming about it. Maybe we can help you.

[CSD-2151 remains silent and attempts to avoid eye contact.]

Dr. Apth: Jensen, I can't help you unless you talk to me. If there's anything that it told you-

CSD-2151: What does it matter? They're lying!

Dr. Apth: They?

CSD-2151: The maggots! What do you expect?!

Dr. Apth: So the maggots were the ones that talked to you? Right. Aside from that, I think you should tell us a bit more about what was said.

CSD-2151: Look doc, I don't want to talk about it.

Dr. Apth: If you don't talk about it, then I will. We've a recording of the conversation you had with the anomaly.

CSD-2151: Then you- I- the fuck you get off invading other people's privacy like that?!

Dr. Apth: Perhaps you've forgotten what organization you belong to. When it comes to cognitive anomalous properties like these, it is my job to make sure you are kept safe and alive. Remember, you read that part of the contract and you accepted it as per the orientation.

CSD-2151: What orientation?

Dr. Apth: According to your dossier, this was about a month ago.

CSD-2151: I have no ide- why am I even here?! Can I get back to my fucking cell now?

Log-3: CSD-2151, now designated as RPC-214-A, was transferred to an isolation ward approximately 24 hours after initial contact with the anomaly. Seven hours after, RPC-214-A attacked another CSD personnel in the mess hall. This prompted more investigative inquiries to see if there were any connections to RPC-214. When asked, RPC-214-A refused to expound his interaction with RPC-214.

[RPC-214-A begins pacing around his cell as he talks to himself. Subject can be seen twitching nervously, looking around his cell nervously every ten seconds or less.]

RPC-214-A: Fucking coffin… fucking maggots… They were lying. They had to be lying…making it all up.

[RPC-214-A stops just short of his bed and takes a seat on the end of it.]

RPC-214-A: I'd never think that… I am not like that. It wasn't real. It couldn't have been. It was all in my head. Yeah, yeah that's it.

[RPC-214-A then abruptly jumps from his seat after five seconds in. He turns towards the left side of the room facing the door.]

RPC-214-A: Hello? Who's there?"

[The RPC-214-A instance stands up and makes his way towards the cell door and peers outside. A minute of silence passes followed by the instance around the room again. His eyes are fixated on the cell door.]

[The next five minutes pass with RPC-214-A flinching every several seconds and checking on the cell door.]

RPC-214-A: Whoever's making that goddamn noise, stop! Quit fucking with me!

Log-4: After two days have passed, RPC-214-A starts to exhibit signs of multiple neurological disorders. The subject is seen pacing through his cell, rubbing his arms and spouting profanities.

RPC-214-A: Can't… can't get it out of my head… I can't… fucking won't stop…

[RPC-214-A jolts and turns to face the cell door.]

RPC-214-A: I said fucking stop! Stop it! Stop! Stop! Stop!

[The subject proceeds to kick at the door several times before turning to sit at his bed. About a few minutes later, Dr. Shawl enters the room with two ASF security personnel.]

Dr. Shawl: Jensen. Mind telling me exactly what it is you are doing?

RPC-214-A: The fuck does it look like? I'm hearing people out there fucking with me. I can hear them banging on my door, spooking me. They think it's so funny.

Dr. Shawl: Jensen, you know there's no one out there. This is an isolation ward.

RPC-214-A: An… isolation ward?

Dr. Shawl: You were put in here because you attacked one of the other CSD personnel.

RPC-214-A: Another… what are you talking about?

Dr. Shawl: Lawrence. CSD-7781. You took a nasty bite out of his shoulder. Remember?

RPC-214-A: I… I did what? When did I do that?!

Dr. Shawl: Jensen, you did this a couple days ago.

RPC-214-A: No no no no no… no no… I didn't… no no no.

Dr. Shawl: Jensen, you are suffering from acute memory loss. We've taken a scan and we've found the condition of your brain to be… disturbing for you.

RPC-214-A: I swear… I have no idea what you are talking about…

Dr. Shawl: Jensen, you are decomposing. You are rotting away. The odor should have given you a warning, as should the the hallucinations you've been experiencing.

RPC-214-A: There's nothing… I'm fine. I'm just…

Dr. Shawl: Do you want me to get Dr. Apth back here? Maybe he can help you.

RPC-214-A: I'm so hungry…

Dr. Shawl: We tried to get you to the mess hall but you haven't exactly been cooperative. We can't expect to feed you if you do-

RPC-214-A: Please… dad… dad I'm hungry. Please… I'm so hungry… I promise you I'm gonna be good. I promise. Please. I don't want to be in here anymore…

[Dr. Shawl turns to address the ASF officer.

Dr. Shawl: Fuck, we're losing him. We need to get him to Dr. Apth.

Log-5: After another day has passed, RPC-214-A collapsed during a therapy session with Dr. Apth. After being admitted to a medical examination, it was determined that RPC-214-A was declared clinically brain dead after suffering sufficient neurological damage as a result of decomposition. Within the span of ten minutes, a mass of maggots bursted from the subject's skull and proceed to swarm over his body. After about thirty five seconds have passed, the maggots exited the medical ward at 25/mph. The only remains of RPC-214-A was a splotch of blood covering the table. The maggots proceeded to enter RPC-214's containment chamber where they then began to fill the coffin before the lid closed.

Subject: CSD-3251 A 36 year old Pakistani male convicted of attempted murder. Subject was pulled from his home country's prison in [REDACTED]
Log-1: Initial testing.

CSD-3251: I approach this thing, yes?

Dr. Shawl: Yes that is correct.

CSD-3251: It only works when I'm in… six metres?

Dr. Shawl: That's six meters and yes. We want you to see if you can step away from the coffin the moment it opens.

CSD-3251: I… do not know what you mean. But I try.
[CSD-3251 proceeds to step within RPC-214's activation range. Upon activation, CSD-3251 steps back one meter and twenty three centimeters back.

CSD-3251: It… opened. Is it suppose to do that?

RPC-214: What I describe is nothing more than a clout, an attempt to shield yourself from what you, yourself, perceive as a lout.

RPC-214-A I… I what?

[CSD-3251 turns to face the camera.]

RPC-214-A: I think it is talking to me! Or is… the maggots?

RPC-214: But can you understand the day your family threw you out? When you nearly took the innocence of another, one that made your father shout. She was small and young, fresh and full of life. With parents who hope she will live a future without strife. And you, a brother most dear, who at one point, loved her sweetly as it was clear. Yet, you craved something your family deemed as vile. You were restricted to your home, obedient to your father, and tended to your sister all the while.

RPC-214-A: H-how you know me?

RPC-214: Ten years ago you sought love and desire. A companion that you could not acquire. Bound by faith and tradition, you were steered from your natural instincts. The thoughts clouded your head, and often of her, and soon those thoughts brought you to submission. So easy was she, the darling dear you cared for, knowing that unlike others, you would not treat her like some common whore. How sick and disgusting you said to yourself. Why would you take advantage of one so trusting?

RPC-214-A: I not touch her though! Did no such thing! She not hurt!

RPC-214-: And yet, even with the beasts you have tamed, you were caught all the same. The beatings were heavy and the bruises were deep. In ten years time, you'd cut him him in his sleep. Then she'd be yours at last. Finally, your sister, now a woman shaped from her past. Only a sliver was cut, but his voice was now shut. You ran from your home once again. Days later, you were caught by a patrolman. Your word was your truth, and his was silent. No one but you knew what made you violent. You told a story, an admission of guilt. A half-lie of abuse, one you have built. Yet, you carry with you the hunger. When you think of that woman, in your loins, you feel the roaring thunder.

RPC-214-A: [Starts shouting profanities in Pakistani, only to break down three minutes]

RPC-214: You see it yourself when you look in the mirror; how disgusting you are. Even now, attempting to make a new life, you spend your time drinking at the bar. In your heart, you see it well. You spit a dark curse upon yourself, with an end that will surely spell. Pitiful beast of sin; he who laid his hand upon the father, lusted for sister, know that Allah detests you, for you hath let the demon win.

Incident Log-214-01: RPC-214-A, formerly known as CSD-3251, was sent to Dr. Apth for a psychological evaluation. RPC-214-A was deemed too mentally unfit to be committed back to his cell and was assigned an ASF unit to keep watch. RPC-214-A fell asleep after being escorted back to his cell. However, after six hours have passed, maggots erupt from his skull and began to consume the deceased subject's body for thirty seconds before retreating back into RPC-214. A re-examination of RPC-214's cell room revealed a bottle of pain-killers. Dr. Apth had reported a missing bottle of painkillers approximately two hours after his session with the instance.

Note: I want all future CSD personnel exposed to RPC-214 to be assigned with one ASF unit at all times until further notice. Ensure that for the duration of Dr. Apth's stay, have one ASF unit by his office to prevent theft.

Subject: Dr. Apth The head of psychology of Site-015, still overseeing the psychological conditions among subjects under the influence of RPC-214. The researcher accidentally came into contact with RPC-214 while trying to advise a CSD personnel about taking precautions following their affliction.
Log-1: Initial testing.

Dr. Apth Okay now… CSD-6612, you ready?

CSD-6612: I think… I think I am doc.

Dr. Apth I want to make sure you understand the dangers that come with interacting with this object. We can't expect to lose anymore lives and I want you to be forthcoming with what you see and hear from this entity.

[RPC-214 activates and opens within the presence of Dr. Apth and CSD-6612.]

CSD-6612: Oh fuck, it opened!

Dr. Apth Remember, stay calm and take deep breaths. Once you are done, we can-

RPC-214: You who knows all, think of yourself rather small.

CSD-6612: Uhh… w-what? Doc, what should I say?

RPC-214: Render unto me that within is which he seeks. The second of the room, should not speak.

CSD-6612: Wait, you talking about me?

Dr. Apth Fuck.

RPC-214: You miss and detest the simpler days of your youth, and what I speak is the honest truth. When you look upon yourself, you see yourself as a living insult. Nothing more than a man born out of the occult.

[Behind, the intercom comes to life as the voice of Dr. Shawl speaks from the other end.]

Dr. Shawl: Dr. Apth, get out of there right now.

RPC-214: The mysteries of the universe lived in your dreams and haunted your nightmares. You speak to pray, sit to listen, and command as your god demands. Your uncle taught you well, as did your aunt. The food you ate was barely a scant. You trusted the wisdom of the god and he spoke. While the sheep slept in the comfort of its words, you had woke. You blame yourself for the lives lost that day. You say to yourself there was no other way. So, you hid amid the rubble, and watched as your friends and family burst into red bubbles. Your scream would had been the death of you, save for the god's satisfaction. You curse yourself in what was deemed to be your inaction. Many a day you wished you had died that night, in hoping to appease the god and spare your kin its might.

[The room falls silent after RPC-214 had finished. CSD-6612 looks a the coffin, then back at Dr. Apth.

Dr. Apth Why are you doing this?

RPC-214: The question you ask should not be directed to one such as I. You who deem yourself unworthy to survive.

Dr. Apth … I must admit, the terrors were worth discovering the mysteries I see in my dreams. There is a satisfaction to it. But that day, I realized nothing good would ever come out of it. I thought myself as weak, pitiful, a traitor for having such reminiscing memories… because I wanted to go back. …Then I realized my thoughts were just that; thoughts. I have acted without reason and with shame. But my past does not define my actions I make now. My past may be behind me, but it is a part of me all the same. If we can't accept that part of ourselves, how can we ever hope to make ourselves better than we deem to be? Admit to yourself that the thoughts you have are normal. Accept those thoughts. They mean nothing lest you act on them. Such obsessions will remain for those who refuse to accept them. The mind is a fickle organ at that.

RPC-214: Fickle as your decision to brew which brand coffee for the day, all of man too, are fickle when choosing their own way. It is a path that is never followed. But for each man, it is a personal path that is pure and hallowed.

[RPC-214 closes its lid and becomes inactive. After several days of strict observation, the tests have concluded that Dr. Apth did not suffer any of the symptoms expressed by the previous subjects. After three more tests and screenings, Dr. Apth returned to Site-015, leaving behind an overview of the procedures necessary to properly manage those under the influence of RPC-214.