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Interviewer: Today is ██/██/██, at 0730 in Facility Sigma. Greetings, Curator.
Curator: Good morning. Might I ask: how should I go about this video?
Interviewer: Please refer to the camera as if the person were here, like saying "you, your," that kind of stuff.
Curator: Got it… we should cut that part out shouldn't we?
Curator laughs lightly after finishing his sentence.
Interviewer: We should be fine. Let's proceed then! Onward, to adventure we go!
Curator and Interviewer laugh as they walk down the hallway. They stop at a door, where Curator uses his keycard to open it.
Interviewer: What exactly does Facility Sigma do here?
Curator: Facility Sigma built… Facility Sigma…
Curator starts laughing again.
Curator: I never understood why the company had the building with the same name. Sorry, I'm getting off track. To answer your question: we are, in essence, playing god.
Interviewer: "playing god"? Like, conjuration?
Curator: We aren't there. Not yet. We've made two interesting discoveries here. The first: creating blackholes; the second: hooking one's mind to a machine that harvests data during a dream, and conjuring a black hole that can teleport you into the world they've dreamed of.
Interviewer: That's… incredible. Do you know all the nitty-gritty details of how it works? The machine.
Curator: Unfortunately, no. All I know is that we have a machine that can make someone a god, but not in our world. The dream stuff is what I've gathered, but it's all too complicated for me to understand. We have been able to hook multiple people to one universe, creating a genuine pantheon. The only pull back of entering one's world is that you become blood and flesh; you lose omnipotence once you first unhook. Going there makes you divinity incarnate, and we all know that gods bleed ichor.
Interviewer: Fascinating! How do they get back?
Curator: The generated black holes, while mild, are still black holes: one way trip. So the Orators must conjure another black hole to return to our world. Few have gotten the hang of it though, coming back inside the facility. Most just return somewhere nearby; still don't know why it's always close proximity, but we won't question it.
A woman approaches, addressing Curator. The woman will henceforth be addressed as "Counselor".
Counselor: Dr. █████, I left my report on your desk. She is showing symptoms of PTSD; I hope it's not permanent.
Curator: Unfortunately some of our Orators have gotten a little mad with their power. Thank you Counselor. Oh! The meeting is at eight, right?
Counselor: Yeah.
Curator: Okay, thanks for confirming. Have a good morning!
Counselor: You too!
Counselor leaves.
Interviewer: Some of the Orators got power-crazy?
Curator: Indeed. Some have had to undergo rehab. A select few even went to a psych ward. Thankfully, we're getting better and better at catching it early before they get out of hand.
Interviewer: And about that woman. Her role is Counselor? What do they do?
Curator: Counselors speak to the Titans. Titans are people from any of these worlds, that we managed to grant power similar to Orators. Their power is very limited, but incredibly intriguing. Most can occupy two worlds at once, changing after some trigger. Others discover their power and can become an Orator. If they're of age to work that is; we are not breaking any laws, er, man made laws. I'm sure we've broken every natural and divine law there is by now.
An alarm goes off from Curator's wrist watch.
Curator: I have to go to the meeting soon. Perhaps we can continue this another time?
Interviewer: Sure! Just let me know when you are available.
Curator: Great! See you around! Have a good morning!
End log
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