Investigation transmission

[transmittable]

[ There's a storm of static. The transmission is grainy. It cuts in and out, the Transmitter's voice drowned out by electronic screeching each time she tries to say a name. Unlike the transmissions you've grown used to? There's no distortion. Just the middle-register voice of a teenage girl. ]

My name is...xxxxxx. My name is xxxxxx. My name is xxxxxx. I... I remember xxxxxx. I remember xxxxxx xxxxxx xxxxxx xxxxxx. I remember... I had a father...and a mother, and a step-father. I remember I liked...um... Unicorns? Horses. Music... I liked- what bands did I like? I made a mix-tape for xxxxxx. I remember- I remember how he died.

[ Waves, ocean sounds. ]

I remember other me's. I remember the ship... No, that wasn't- that one wasn't me. I remember the cave- I remember...getting picked up by the...xxxxxx running...

[ Long stretch of static. Morse code?

-- .. -.-. .... .- . .-.. / -- .. -.-. .... .- . .-.. / -- .. -.-. .... .- . .-.. / -- .. -.-. .... .- . .-..

A desperate indistinguishable voice in the static. ]

M-my name is xxxxxx.
I went to xxxxxx High School.
My brother xxxxxx xxxxxx died...and it's partly my fault.
Do not come to xxxxxx xxxxxx. It's not safe.

[ There's just the sound of waves and static, and the recording repeats. Midway through, static overcomes the voice...and then the Transmitter starts talking again, sounding much more tired. ]

They came with me. I'm never... I'm never gonna be free. Can't even get relief here, how- how fucked up is that? They keep trying to get me to... They want me to- ...I have to get back to xxxxxx...because I can't let him end up like me.

I- I'm so sorry...but I'll try to hold out. "Off script," they said... "Off script." M-maybe, I can actually make it count.