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From: Garnet Reed | From: Garnet Reed<br/> | ||
To: Henrik Tanner | To: Henrik Tanner<br/> | ||
Subject: Internal Security | Subject: Internal Security<br/> | ||
Sent: 17 August 2006 06.54pm | Sent: 17 August 2006 06.54pm | ||
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This is <s>not</s> important: I did not kill anyone. | This is <s>not</s> important: I did not kill anyone. | ||
I have not killed anyone. | I have not killed anyone. | ||
Unless <s>by my silence | Unless <s>by my silence</s> by remaining silent too long. | ||
But I can’t. | But I can’t. | ||
I can’t. | I can’t. |
Revision as of 16:48, 27 August 2006
One of the Leaked E-mails hinted at a "library" subdirectory:
From: Garnet Reed Well, there's some 'library of something or other' subdirectory off the main path, for example. I only saw it for a split second and I couldn't get into it, but it clearly doesn't belong there, whatever it is. |
This led to a hidden page:
http://perplexcityacademy.com/libraryofbabel/
A transcript follows. The strikethroughs indicate words that are erased in the animation.
Waking. It was like waking into a new world from a dream of all the old. Or. No. Like opening my eyes although I knew they were already open. For a moment I thought I could see… everything. --- This is --- I must continue in silence because what would I say, how would I convince anyone of what I tell you now? That I did not kill anyone. --- But someone did. --- There are so many possibilities, numberless scenarios and how do I know? How can I know which one is the truth? Like the books in the Library of Babel, each permutation may be the correct one, but is infinitely more likely to be deceptive. A phantom. A dream. --- I thought it was a dream. Or a beautiful simulation of a place I have seen so many times before in photographs or video. I knew it at once: the yellow cars driven along the streets, the steam rising up from the sidewalk gratings. I thought: how marvellous. How real. I stumbled and fell. I grazed my hand and the blood was real and the pain was real and I began to understand. --- I didn’t kill anyone. But someone did. And they’ll be looking for me. |