Prologue: Transmissions From a Dead Planet

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:Disclaimer:
The following is written in a way to express the feeling of listening to audio logs. It's structure and format will not be repeated in the rest of the novel. The code like text is for theatrics in this chapter alone.

:AUDIO TRANSMISSION:
/PLAYING/

ENTRY_1005273.mp3, executing file://
*Radio Static*-
*A series of inaudible noises can be heard from one person*
《He-hello?.... 》[END]

ENTRY_1006825.mp3, executing file://
*A sigh followed by a sneeze the voice similar to the previous log*
《So damn dusty...

*Seven second pause*

What the hell is this?...

*Twelve second pause. The speaker clearly sounds of female or an underdeveloped young male.*

What, are you?..
》[END]

ENTRY_1098743.mp3, executing file://
*Starts in the midts of what seems to be a personal argument with either the speaker's self or an unannounced presence.*

《..ssing me off. I don't even remember if I know anyone who would come for me...

*Obviously panic stricken as the recorder realizes they might be stranded*
》[END]

ENTRY_1773432.mp3, executing file://
*Wind can be heard. Even though the file started there was a long silence only broken by the passing weather.*

《This is...audio log number...one..

*A sigh broke the pause*

I uhh... it's really quiet, all the time. There is a lot of sand...I think it's sand. I don't know how long I've been wondering around.

*A five second pause*

This is what you want right? Just a little red dot in my eye.

*Clicking of something before the speaker continues*

Like this little boxed device. Press the red button and you can listen to yourself?

*The speaker had been toying with the device these logs were being recorded with.*

I just want to know anything, ya know?.........》[END]

ENTRY_2006472.mp3, executing file://
《I... It's dark as hell. I've slept maybe too many times to count since I got here It's been quiet. Everything sucks... This thing on my neck keeps buzzing. It might be...

*Sudden echo's of metallic banging followed by a series of whoops and clicks. The speaker's breath increased their heartbeat almost audible. Fear trembling in her incoherent shouts*

LEAVE ME ALONE.

*A sharp scaling wisp followed by an audio clipping pop. Beyond one could hear screeches, fire whirling in blazes of violence.*
》[END]

ENTRY_2007532.mp3, executing file://
*More wind, all these seems to be as far is displayed weather patterns. The speaker's voice jittered with their shivering.*

《It's getting cold...nights are longer. I can't sleep too long or they will find me. They won't piss off 'n' it's pushin me to a dark place. I don't know what they are. Only in the dark, that's when they move. The damn laser doesn't do much if you can see the target your aiming at.

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