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File#001 :audio:
H-hello? Hello. Hello, my name is Walter Bishop. Dr. Walter Bishop. I-I-I was just in my lab, you see, and now it seems I'm wandering around your town. I've lost my cellphone - and my coat. I don't have...I don't have his numbers. I can't--
Oh my. This book is fascinating, isn't it? Like a tablet computer, intranet only. Lacking in a few necessary functions, but it is certainly interesting.
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I'd thought the LSD had worn off, but I suppose perhaps it had not after all. How quaint a hallucination this all is. I'm rather proud of thinking it all up. Even a bakery. Wonderful.
Oh my. This book is fascinating, isn't it? Like a tablet computer, intranet only. Lacking in a few necessary functions, but it is certainly interesting.
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I'd thought the LSD had worn off, but I suppose perhaps it had not after all. How quaint a hallucination this all is. I'm rather proud of thinking it all up. Even a bakery. Wonderful.
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Although I doubt Agent Dunham or Belly could have conceived of something like this. Wings. Grafted subcutaneously as far as I can tell without proper equipment, which I should have somewhere here, if this is indeed my subconscious. Or at least, some part of it. Normally my hallucinations never take on such a...wide scale. And rarely are they bipedal.
There should be....a lake. A lake house, even. Or the beach. I was always partial to that.
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Of course, you'll find that all three of those things exist here. You must be doing a good job.
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[Or horrifying. And rage inducing. He stops and stares at the book.]
Have you seen Belly? Or Peter? The last time I jumped into another's mind, they were with me. ...Although Belly is dead now, I suppose. He might still be here somewhere.
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I'm not so sure if you've successfully produced your friends this time, however. I'm afraid I haven't met anyone by either name.
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Peter is my son. O-oh, perhaps Olivia Dunham is here? Or Agent Asterick Farnsworth?