SWITCHBOARD

[transmittable]

If you'd like to ask the Transmitter something over the phone, go right ahead! The Transmitter will answer the phone as soon as she's available. Leaving messages is impossible, given how old these phones are, but you should be able to reach her at almost all hours.

Comments are screened for privacy; all Patients are offered confidentiality, didn't you know?

Comments

[transmittable]

That all depends, doll...on if they could find us.

Of course, you could stop this. We gave you a way to, remember? We gave all of you a way to.

[heritrix]

[She's so goddamn furious she wants to put the phone through a wall.

Instead she's quiet for several seconds. Nearly a minute, as she forces herself to calm down and breathe in and out, like a person who has lungs instead of a bomb set to explode. If they haven't hung up in that time, she'll speak again.]

Is this fun for you?

[transmittable]

[ They're still there. They don't seem inclined to hang up. ]

It is. It's more fun than we've had in a very long time.

[heritrix]

So last time was boring, huh. And I don't mean with us, the past two weeks.

[She's thinking of the state of the shooting range; the feeling she confessed to Wesker, that she thinks they've done this with other groups of people before.]

[transmittable]

Hmmm. ...You know? We could say we're not telling. But you've entertained us, so much.

Yes. It was very boring last time. This is much better.

[heritrix]

Did any of them "pass"?

[transmittable]

Ahhh, there we are- not telling.

[heritrix]

Unless proven otherwise, I'll take that as a yes. For some reason, I suspect if any of us pass it would bore you.

[transmittable]

Your words, not ours.

[heritrix]

Whatever. I hope all of you show up to curtain call in your underwear, then trip on a prop off the stage and impale yourself and die where every last one of us can see it. That's a show that would bring down the house.

[Rin hangs up.]