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Night 43: Early Night
PaSSWOrd rECEiVED... PrROcESSiNG... pROcESSing... aCCeEPTEd.
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As the drone of binary code continued, another version of the I.R.I.S. voice began speaking over it. This one was garbled like it had been in its previous announcement, but there seemed to be a kind of pattern to it, an ugly melody in its distortion. The continued repetition of zeroes and ones served as a kind of monotone beat, becoming less and less audible as the volume of the second voice increased.
and ALL... I cAn TaSte Is thIS MoMeNT
0110110101101111011100100110010100100000011100000110111101110111011001010111001001100110011101010110110000101100
and aLL i CAn bREAthe... iS yOUr liFe
0110110101101111011100100110010100100000011100110110001101100001011100100111100100101100
'CaUSe... sOonER Or lAtER IT'S OVER
01110100011010000110000101101110001000000111010001101000011001010010000001101100011010010111011001101001011011100110011100101110
I JuST DON'T WANt TO MiSS YOU TONiGhT
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As both the binary and the singing began to fade away, a new sound was broadcast from the intercom, faint, though persistent. In the background of the Institute, it sounded like a vague hum, low, then high, then low again, but if someone were to listen hard enough, they would soon find that it was the sound of many voices, screaming and moaning.
It didn't stop, even when I.R.I.S.' voice completely vanished.
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As the drone of binary code continued, another version of the I.R.I.S. voice began speaking over it. This one was garbled like it had been in its previous announcement, but there seemed to be a kind of pattern to it, an ugly melody in its distortion. The continued repetition of zeroes and ones served as a kind of monotone beat, becoming less and less audible as the volume of the second voice increased.
and ALL... I cAn TaSte Is thIS MoMeNT
0110110101101111011100100110010100100000011100000110111101110111011001010111001001100110011101010110110000101100
and aLL i CAn bREAthe... iS yOUr liFe
0110110101101111011100100110010100100000011100110110001101100001011100100111100100101100
'CaUSe... sOonER Or lAtER IT'S OVER
01110100011010000110000101101110001000000111010001101000011001010010000001101100011010010111011001101001011011100110011100101110
I JuST DON'T WANt TO MiSS YOU TONiGhT
0100100101110100001000000110100101110011001000000111010001101000011001010010000001110001011101010110010101110011011101000110100101101111011011100010000001101111011001100010000001100111011010000110111101110011011101000111001100101110
As both the binary and the singing began to fade away, a new sound was broadcast from the intercom, faint, though persistent. In the background of the Institute, it sounded like a vague hum, low, then high, then low again, but if someone were to listen hard enough, they would soon find that it was the sound of many voices, screaming and moaning.
It didn't stop, even when I.R.I.S.' voice completely vanished.