Night 62: Intercom, ???

[damned_intercom]

Static once again filtered through the intercom. Instead of the Head Doctor's taunting, though, a high-pitched whine cut through the darkness. A garbled noise soon followed, becoming clearer until some patients would recognize the distored, female automated voice of I.R.I.S.

"Ring arounnddd the rrRRrosie. Pockets full of--pockets fullllll of POSIES. AshesSS? AshessSS. We all. Fall--"

Another burst of static, and a low, mechanical groan poured out of the intercom. Faded, white trendils of gas seeped from some of the air vents for a brief moment. Some would have attributed it to a trick of the eye, especially if they were more concerned with the series of numbers that began to trickle into every hall:

01110000 01100101 01110100 01100101 01110010 00100000 01110000 01100001 01110010 01101011 01100101 01110010 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01101010 01100101 01110011 01110011 01101001 01100011 01100001 00100000 01100100 01110010 01100101 01110111 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01100100 01100101 01100001 01100100 00100000 01110000 01100101 01110100 01100101 01110010 00100000 01110000 01100001 01110010 01101011 01100101 01110010 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01101010 01100101 01110011 01110011 01101001 01100011 01100001 00100000 01100100 01110010 01100101 01110111 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01100100 01100101 01100001 01100100 00100000 01100100 01100101 01100001 01100100 00100000 01100100 01100101 01100001 01100100 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01100100 01100101 01100001 01100100 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101--

Before I.R.I.S. could continue further, the intercom abruptly shut off, leaving behind a heavy silence.