Jun 7, 2026 · 14 min · 8 segments
Anyways. The radio is still dead, unfortunately. The man in the mirror however, isn't. And he has grave news. Also, who is the overseer? And what exactly does the Mastema 4000 Quantum Tunneling…
First things first, obviously, because, uh, Jaran, the duplicate, has been, uh, pretty busy going through the facility.
He's been categorizing possessions left behind by every crew that's ever been here, and none of us really know how many there have been, but given the age of this facility, there must have been quite a few.
And most of the things that he found was pretty much rubbish, uh, things that they probably didn't forget but left behind on purpose.
You know, he found a, a gold watch.
You know, who follows time back on dry land these days anyway? You know.
One thing he came across, though, was, was an old book, um, filled with handwritten poems, mostly poems about love and that sort of thing, but we, we, we read every single one of them.
And just listen to this because this one stood out.
It said, uh... [paper rustling] Okay.
"Sort of prayer, sort of sin.
Soon the very end begins.
Looking out, I see inside, where there is nowhere left to hide.
Sort of prayer, sort of sin.
I'll sit until the end begins." [paper rustling] Now, Jaran, the duplicate, uh, pointed this out, and I think I agree because this does sound a bit like a man who's sitting a lot, you know, and a man looking out to see inside.
Like, I don't know, a man looking out from a mirror maybe.
Could this be a poem from Frederick? And if it is, you know, I'll have to applaud him for his prose.
You know, I'm pretty impressed, whoever did this.
But if it's Frederick, man, he's an author.
[chuckles] So which brings me to the big news because Frederick talked.
First things first, obviously, because, uh, Jaran, the duplicate, has been, uh, pretty busy going through the facility.
He's been categorizing possessions left behind by every crew that's ever been here, and none of us really know how many there have been, but given the age of this facility, there must have been quite a few.
And most of the things that he found was pretty much rubbish, uh, things that they probably didn't forget but left behind on purpose.
You know, he found a, a gold watch.
You know, who follows time back on dry land these days anyway? You know.
One thing he came across, though, was, was an old book, um, filled with handwritten poems, mostly poems about love and that sort of thing, but we, we, we read every single one of them.
And just listen to this because this one stood out.
It said, uh... [paper rustling] Okay.
"Sort of prayer, sort of sin.
Soon the very end begins.
Looking out, I see inside, where there is nowhere left to hide.
Sort of prayer, sort of sin.
I'll sit until the end begins." [paper rustling] Now, Jaran, the duplicate, uh, pointed this out, and I think I agree because this does sound a bit like a man who's sitting a lot, you know, and a man looking out to see inside.
Like, I don't know, a man looking out from a mirror maybe.
Could this be a poem from Frederick? And if it is, you know, I'll have to applaud him for his prose.
You know, I'm pretty impressed, whoever did this.
But if it's Frederick, man, he's an author.
[chuckles] So which brings me to the big news because Frederick talked.
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