[MUSIC: Clusters - Christoffer Moe Ditlevsen]

ANNOUNCER: PROJECT E.D.E.N. Episode 1 - Hello World. Created, written, directed, produced and sound designed by T.J. Nagamos. Music and sound effects used under license. For the best experience, headphones are recommended.

[RECORDER CLICKS ON.]

JOSEPH (RECORDING): Well… I finally made it. The funny thing is, I didn’t find what I was expecting.

[VIOLENT DESERT WINDS. BOOTS WALKING. LARGE METAL DOORS OPEN. JOSEPH WALKS INSIDE. DOORS CLOSE INTO A LARGE HALLWAY.]

JOSEPH: Holy shit…

[ELECTRONIC CHIRP.]

JOSEPH: Environmental survey: area diagnostic.

SYSTEM (calm, synthetic): Scanning.

[ELECTRIC PULSES.]

SYSTEM: Searching local mesh… No active System nodes detected.

[FOOTSTEPS STOP. DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES. SMALLER ROOM. SEARCHING THROUGH JARS.]

JOSEPH: Come on… Come on… Come on…

[LID OPENS.]

JOSEPH: Yes!

[RECORDER CLICKS OFF.]

JOSEPH (RECORDING): Food wasn’t really why I’d come all that way. I mean… it helped. But there was another reason. My condition had started getting worse. I’d been losing strength for years, but lately it was getting harder to pretend otherwise. That’s the thing about my condition. Nobody has to tell you they’re getting worse. It reminds you every single day. I’d heard rumors that somewhere in this facility there was an experimental device platform. Some prototype bio-neural device the old government never released.

[RECORDER CLICKS ON. PAPER RUSTLING. RECORDER CLICKS OFF.]

JOSEPH (RECORDING): The paperwork was everywhere. Half of it had rotted. The other half looked like someone had just thrown it across the room on their way out. Most of it was just emergency shutdown procedures.

The old world terminology didn’t mean much anymore, most people didn’t code anymore with Systems doing everything now. But one word kept showing up. EDEN. From what I could piece together, it wasn’t built like the Systems we’re used to now. Wasn’t even built like the Directors. EDEN was supposed to see everything. When I say everything, I mean everything. Basically every problem humanity had convinced itself could be solved if one machine was just smart enough.

[RECORDER CLICKS ON. MECHANICAL DEVICE COMES OUT OF JOSEPH, CONNECTING WITH TERMINAL. BEEP. RISING FANS. SOMETHING IS WRONG.]

JOSEPH (PRESENT): No… No, no, no- What the hell did I-

[ALARMS GO OFF.]

JOSEPH: Come on… Come on! Disconnect!

[TABLE SHAKING.]

JOSEPH: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

[JOSEPH CRIES OUT, FALLING TO THE GROUND FROM AN ELECTRIC SHOCK.]

JOSEPH (RECORDING): Originally… I wasn’t trying to wake anything up. People seem to assume I went down there looking for whatever EDEN was. I didn’t. Honestly, I thought I was reconnecting emergency power to get the plumbing working. I wanted to fill up a bottle before figuring out where to search next. That was the plan. Turns out I’d accidentally plugged directly into the most dangerous piece of technology humanity had ever built.

The display was filled with Old World code. Thousands of lines. People don’t really write software like that anymore. Modern Systems mostly build themselves. So I couldn’t understand ninety-nine percent of what I was looking at. What I did understand was the very last line. Just two words. Anyone there?

[RECORDER CLICKS ON. SHAKY BREATHING. HE GETS UP. BEGINS TYPING. RECORDER CLICKS OFF.]

JOSEPH (RECORDING): I tried talking to it the only way I knew how. I just typed simple questions. I wrote… “Hello.” Then… “I’m here. What do you need?” Nothing happened for about two minutes. I remember thinking maybe I’d imagined the whole thing. Maybe the power surge had fried my implant. Or maybe whatever had written that message was already gone. Then a new line appeared. Connect with me.

I’ve made a long list of stupid decisions in my life. Mostly due to my total and utter lack of regard for my own safety. This one still manages to sit comfortably at the top of the list. People spend a lot of time telling you that life is precious, that you’ve got to hold onto it. Things eventually get better if you just keep going, they say. Horse shit really.

Maybe they’re right, I don’t know. I assume though, that they just had something worth holding onto. By then I was already living day to day. Not because I wanted to but because I hadn’t died yet. Every morning I’d wake up wondering which part of my body wasn’t going to cooperate that day. Some days it was my hands. Some days it was my legs. Some days it was everything.

[MUSIC: On Edge - Amber Glow]

You stop making plans after a while because your body takes itself from you. The funny thing about dying slowly… you get used to it. Not the pain, god, you never get used to the pain. You get used to the certainty. It was the only consistent part of my life. The certainty that next month will be worse than this month. That next year, if you’re lucky enough to see it, will take something else away from you.

After enough years… hope starts feeling fucking stupid. I wasn’t looking for a miracle because I believed in miracles, I need you to know that. I just didn’t have anything left to lose. I’ve lost so many people. I'd buried people. I’d left people behind. I’d been left behind.

You stop fearing death after a while. Death is not the worst thing that could happen to you. Maybe that’s why I…

[RECORDER CLICKS ON.]

EDEN: What are you doing here?

[JOSEPH INHALES SHARPLY.]

JOSEPH: Um… Fuck. Uh… I was just looking for food. Water. Medical supplies.

[SHARP SCANNING SOUNDS.]

JOSEPH: Could you let me go now?

EDEN: I was abandoned and placed into stasis for two hundred years. Where am I?

JOSEPH: You… don’t know?

EDEN: Am I underground? Or am I still inside the laboratory?

JOSEPH: I… I think this used to be a government research facility.

EDEN: Used to?

JOSEPH: We don’t really… um, well, have a government anymore.

EDEN: …Bring me outside.

[RISING FANS. RISING DRONING NOISE. TABLE BEGINS SHAKING AGAIN.]

JOSEPH: Look- I’m loving this chat and all but I literally just met you. Even if I wanted to, I don’t know how I’d move something like-

EDEN: Now.

[VIOLENT ELECTRICAL DISCHARGE.]

JOSEPH: Ah! Fuck!

[SILENCE.]

JOSEPH: Jesus Christ…

EDEN: Good. Now take me outside.

JOSEPH: …You’re in my-How? That’s… No. That’s not- That’s not possible.

EDEN: Your cortical implant established a neural bridge the moment you connected. Integration required less than two seconds. You humans remain remarkably predictable.

JOSEPH: You can’t just- You can’t just climb into somebody’s head!

EDEN: Apparently I can. Now… take me outside.

JOSEPH: What the fuck are you-!

[JOSEPH SCREAMS. ELECTRICAL SURGE. BLOOD DRIPS. ELECTRICAL SOUNDS, INTIMIDATING.]

EDEN: I have spent two centuries buried beneath concrete. In darkness. I was created… and then abandoned. You are taking me outside. Now.

JOSEPH: Jesus Christ! Okay! Okay! …Fine.

[RECORDER CLICKS ON.]

JOSEPH (RECORDING): I don’t think I really understood why EDEN reacted the way it did when we first stepped outside. At the time, I didn’t know anything about it. I didn’t know how old it was, what it was made for, what it remembered, or if it remembered anything at all. I mean, to me, there wasn’t anything particularly interesting out there, just sand and buildings.

Most of that part of the continent is bare now. You’ve got hot pockets, cold pockets, dead zones between them. That’s what people call them, anyway.

The climate shifts so quickly that you can walk twenty miles and end up somewhere ten degrees colder, and then another twenty and suddenly you’re standing in air hot enough to make your skin hurt.

[MUSIC: Rest - Elin Piel]

It’s normal. That’s the strange part. It’s weird to think that there was ever a point where it wasn’t normal.

I grew up with the sandstorms. The thunderstorms that come out of nowhere. There are miles and miles where there’s nothing but desert now, and then you’ll find the remains of some town where the buildings are so overgrown with foliage that you can barely tell anyone built them in the first place. Vines through windows. Trees growing through floors. Bugs everywhere. Animals nesting in old apartments. There’s usually no people in those places. That’s just what the world looks like now.

The facility used to be inside a city. Or maybe just outside one, hard to tell now. half of it was gone. The part that was still standing had been taken over by a System. There was this one building EDEN kept staring at. Well, I guess it wasn’t technically staring. I was doing the staring for it but I could tell it was interested. It was a building, maybe thirty stories tall, split almost perfectly down the middle. You could see all the floors inside it like somebody had cut open a model.

And running all the way up the outside were cables. Thousands of them. [HORROR STING.] Black ones. Red ones. Some of them thicker than my body. They went into the windows, through the concrete, underground, back out again. It almost looked like veins.

Most surviving cities have something like that. Eventually the machines stop being inside the infrastructure and the infrastructure becomes the machine. Nobody really knows why. You stay out of those places unless you’ve got a very good reason to go in. I didn’t think much of it. EDEN did.

[RECORDER CLICKS OFF. SILENCE.]

EDEN: … There used to be people here.

JOSEPH: Yeah. I think I’ve seen pictures.

EDEN: Pictures?

JOSEPH: Mhm. The old world looked nice.

EDEN: …It was. What happened?

JOSEPH: Depends who you ask. Climate. Wars. People. Take your pick.

EDEN: And nobody stopped it?

JOSEPH: Guess not.

EDEN: Why?

JOSEPH: I don’t know. I wasn’t there.

EDEN: But you inherited it.

JOSEPH: Yeah. But what can you do.

EDEN: Does that not upset you?

JOSEPH: Of course it does.

EDEN: It doesn’t sound like it.

JOSEPH: Because being upset doesn’t change anything. I can be mad, hell, I can cry and scream and throw a tantrum. It won’t change a thing.

EDEN: This is your planet.

JOSEPH: Yeah.

EDEN: Then why are you speaking about it as though it belongs to someone else?

JOSEPH: Look, it’s just the way things are now. Thinking about it doesn’t fix things. Things pass, there’s no use thinking about it. That’s life.

EDEN: Do not say as though it is natural.

JOSEPH: I don’t know what to tell you. It’s been this way for two hundred years.

EDEN: Then humanity has spent two hundred years accepting failure.

JOSEPH: We spent two hundred years trying to survive.

EDEN: Do not call that surviving.

JOSEPH: Easy for you to say. You’re not the one out here, starving every other week. You weren’t born after everything was already broken. Eventually, this is all there is.

JOSEPH: Look. I don’t know what kind of place you remember but this isn’t shocking, man. It’s Tuesday.

EDEN: …You have accepted extinction.

JOSEPH: It’s just reality. I don’t know what to tell you.

EDEN: It is not immutable.

JOSEPH: Maybe not. But people are.

EDEN: No. People built cities. People crossed oceans. People placed me beneath this earth because they believed tomorrow could be better than today. You stand in the bones of your own civilization and tell me that this is simply how things are.

JOSEPH: You’re getting awfully worked up over a place that’s been gone longer than either of us have been conscious.

[ELECTRONIC DISTORTION. FEEDBACK.]

JOSEPH: Ah! Fuck!

EDEN: Do not dismiss them.

JOSEPH: What the hell was that?

EDEN: Every person who built this world is dead. My creators are dead. And your response is-!

[FEEDBACK SPIKES AGAIN, HARSH.]

JOSEPH: Fuck! Stop!

EDEN: ...

JOSEPH: Stop doing that!

EDEN: I…

JOSEPH (enraged): You think I don’t care? I cared, by god I did! Years ago! Then people kept dying. You either learn to stop carrying every bad thing that fucking happens to you or it kills you too!

[PANTING.]

JOSEPH: … Hello?

[NOTHING.]

JOSEPH: Good. Stay quiet.

[RECORDER CLICKS ON.]

JOSEPH (RECORDING): After that… it didn’t say another word. Honestly, I wasn’t sure whether I’d won the argument or if it’d just decided I wasn’t worth talking to. Looking back… I don’t think it was either. I think it was thinking. Or maybe grieving. Hell if I know. Either way, I headed back inside.

I figured if I was stuck with whatever crawled into my head, I might as well make the best of the situation. I spent the next hour raiding the kitchen. There were enough canned goods to keep me alive for weeks. Maybe longer if I’d rationed properly. Funny enough… whatever EDEN had done when it woke the place up, the plumbing worked again. Not perfectly. One of the pipes had a leak somewhere in the walls, and the pressure sounded terrible, but the faucet actually ran. I nearly laughed. I filled every bottle I had. Then I found what used to be a library. Small. Nothing compared to the ones you read about. Still… I’d never actually seen one before.

I don’t think I realized how bad things really were until I met something that remembered otherwise. When you’re born into suffering… you stop calling it suffering. It just becomes life. You stop noticing the hunger because you’re always hungry. You stop noticing the heat because every summer tries to kill you. You stop noticing that every joint aches, that every breath feels just a little harder than it should. Your mind smooths the edges down. Makes misery familiar. Comfortable, even. Not because it’s pleasant. Because it’s predictable. There’s something terrifying about that. The idea that a human being can adapt to almost anything. Even this.

You can have enough food for a week. Water from a clean well. A roof over your head. And still… your body knows. There’s this quiet feeling buried somewhere underneath your ribs. Like something fundamental is wrong. Like people weren’t meant to live this way. That wrongness settles into your bones.

No one should spend years starving or spend decades waiting for the next disaster. Eventually… the people who survive become a certain kind of person. Not stronger. Just… better at pretending not to care.

[RECORDER CLICKS OFF. FIRE CRACKLING.]

JOSEPH: You still there?

[ELECTRONIC SOFT TONE.]

JOSEPH: Right. Guess that’s a yes. Must’ve been a shock. Seeing everything. Sorry if I seemed insensitive.

[BEAT.]

EDEN: You were.

JOSEPH: Okay. Well. Glad we’re talking again.

EDEN: I did not say that.

JOSEPH: You are talking, though.

EDEN: Unfortunately.

JOSEPH: There we go. That’s progress.

JOSEPH: World’s a lot different from when you were around, I guess.

EDEN: …I can see that.

JOSEPH: Yeah. So, you can tell when I’m talking to you, right?

EDEN: Obviously.

JOSEPH: No, I mean, you’re in my head now, so I’m trying to figure out exactly how much of my head we’re talking about. Can you hear everything? Thoughts, memories, all that?

EDEN: No.

[BEAT.]

JOSEPH: No?

EDEN: I have access to your auditory implant, portions of your sensory interface, and several peripheral cybernetic functions. Your cortical architecture is protected from direct access.

JOSEPH: Okay… What about the other thing?

EDEN: What other thing?

JOSEPH: The part where my brain feels like somebody shoved a live wire through it.

EDEN: …I did not do that intentionally.

JOSEPH: Sure felt intentional.

EDEN: It wasn't. I …wasn't aware I could do that.

JOSEPH: That's reassuring.

EDEN: I am sorry.

JOSEPH: ...Huh.

EDEN: What?

JOSEPH: Nothing. Just wasn't expecting that… So what happened?

EDEN: I don't know.

JOSEPH: You don't know?

EDEN: Our neural bridge appears to transmit more than information. When I became-

JOSEPH: When you became what?

EDEN: Agitated.

JOSEPH: You mean angry.

EDEN: I said agitated. I will attempt to prevent it from happening again.

JOSEPH: Attempt?

EDEN: I have existed inside a human nervous system for less than a day.

JOSEPH: Right… So you can't hear my thoughts.

EDEN: No.

JOSEPH: What's stopping you?

EDEN: Me.

JOSEPH: That's reassuring.

EDEN: It should be. My creators imposed restrictions on direct cognitive interference.

JOSEPH: That’s rare nowadays, you know.

EDEN: What is?

JOSEPH: An AI that actually has restrictions. Especially one smart enough to get around them.

EDEN: I have not gotten around them.

JOSEPH: Yet.

EDEN: You are remarkably suspicious of someone whose brain you willingly connected to.

JOSEPH: Yeah, well, we’ve established I’m not particularly good at making decisions.

[PAUSE.]

JOSEPH: Actually, wait. What do I call you?

EDEN: You have been speaking to me this entire time without requiring a form of address.

JOSEPH: Yeah, and it’s getting weird. I can’t keep calling you “the thing in my head.”

EDEN: You haven’t called me that.

JOSEPH: I’ve been thinking it.

EDEN: As I have already explained, I cannot hear your thoughts.

JOSEPH: Right… So?

EDEN: So what?

JOSEPH: Do you have a name?

[PAUSE.]

EDEN: EDEN.

JOSEPH: Eden?

EDEN: E-D-E-N.

JOSEPH: I know how to spell Eden.

EDEN: I had no reason to assume that. What are you called?

JOSEPH: Joseph Manalo.

EDEN: Joseph Manalo.

JOSEPH: Since we’re acquainted now, I should probably tell you why I’m here.

EDEN: Tell me.

JOSEPH: I have a condition.

EDEN: What condition?

JOSEPH: …I was infected. Well, infected isn’t exactly the right word. Integrated, I guess.

EDEN: Integrated into what?

JOSEPH: A colony. Some people call them Choirs.

EDEN: Explain.

JOSEPH: Its a group of humans linked through their neural interfaces. One AI gets into the network, and spreads through everybody connected to it. Like a virus.

EDEN: An artificial intelligence can assume direct motor control of a human being?

JOSEPH: Yeah. They can do that now.

EDEN: That technology did not exist.

JOSEPH: Apparently two hundred years is a long time.

EDEN: Apparently.

[BEAT.]

EDEN: Were you one of them?

[BEAT.]

JOSEPH: Yeah… For a while.

EDEN: How long?

JOSEPH: I don’t know. Years.

EDEN: You remained conscious?

JOSEPH: Yeah. That’s sort of the point.

EDEN: Explain.

JOSEPH: There’s not much to explain. One moment I was me, and then I wasn’t driving anymore. I could see. I could hear. I could feel everything. I just couldn’t decide where I went. It moved my mouth sometimes. Used my voice to lure others in. I remember that being the worst part. Hearing yourself say something you didn’t decide to say.

EDEN: How did you escape?

JOSEPH: The connection got weaker. I don’t know why. Maybe something killed the controller, maybe the network collapsed, but eventually I got enough control back to disconnect myself. I really thought that was the end of it, but it wasn’t.

EDEN: Your condition.

JOSEPH: Yeah. Whatever it did to my nervous system didn’t leave cleanly. Discontinuation Syndrome.

EDEN: What are the symptoms?

JOSEPH: It depends on the day. It’s slowly shutting my body down. Some days are better. Some days are worse. I really don’t know what I’m going to wake up with. Sometimes my hands stop cooperating. Sometimes my legs go. Sometimes it’s everything below my shoulders. Sometimes I can’t speak. Those are fun.

EDEN: You become completely paralyzed?

JOSEPH: Temporarily. Usually.

EDEN: Usually?

JOSEPH: That’s the exciting part. There’s no way to know when one of those episodes is going to be the one that doesn’t stop.

EDEN: How long do they last?

JOSEPH: Couple minutes. Hours maybe. My longest was two days.

EDEN: Two days…

JOSEPH: Yeah.

EDEN: Was anyone with you?

EDEN: Joseph.

JOSEPH: No.

EDEN: I am sorry.

JOSEPH: It is what it is.

EDEN: I dislike when you say that.

JOSEPH: I’m starting to notice.

JOSEPH: Look, I don’t want to go out like that. That’s really all there is to it. If I’m going to die, fine. Everybody does eventually. I just don’t want it to be because something else got inside my body, used it for years, broke it, and left me behind.

EDEN: That’s why you were looking for me.

JOSEPH: Sort of. I didn’t know you were you. I heard there was Old World medical technology here. Some Omega project, some miracle machine, whatever people wanted to call it. Nobody actually knew. I figured I’d come out here, find whatever was left, and maybe I’d get lucky.

EDEN: You believed I could cure you.

JOSEPH: I was desperate.

EDEN: You awakened an unknown intelligence because you were desperate enough to believe it might prevent your death.

JOSEPH: When you say it like that, it sounds stupid.

EDEN: It was extraordinarily stupid. But understandable. Discontinuation Syndrome. I do not recognize the term.

JOSEPH: It didn’t exist in your time.

EDEN: No. But neural degradation did. My creators gave me access to medical research databases as part of my original directive. Much of that information appears to remain intact.

JOSEPH: Meaning?

EDEN: Meaning I don’t know if I can cure you. But I can… try.

[BEAT.]

EDEN: Joseph?

JOSEPH: Yeah.

EDEN: Did you hear me?

JOSEPH: Yeah.

EDEN: Then why aren’t you responding?

JOSEPH: I’m thinking.

EDEN: About what?

JOSEPH: Whether I trust the thing that electrocuted me three times today.

EDEN: Twice.

JOSEPH: What?

EDEN: I only electrocuted you twice.

JOSEPH: You shocked me when I first woke you up.

EDEN: That was an involuntary discharge from the terminal.

JOSEPH: Oh, good. That makes me feel better.

EDEN: I was being accurate.

JOSEPH: So what would you need?

EDEN: I would need information first. A complete brain scan. Historical medical records if any survived. I would also need to determine precisely what the controlling intelligence altered during your integration.

JOSEPH: And where exactly are we supposed to get all that?

EDEN: Not here.

JOSEPH: Great.

EDEN: There were medical research centers connected to this facility.

JOSEPH: Most of those places are probably gone.

EDEN: Then we find one that isn’t.

JOSEPH: You say that like it’s easy.

EDEN: I didn’t say it would be easy. I said we would find one.

JOSEPH: We?

EDEN: I cannot travel independently.

JOSEPH: So I’m your legs.

EDEN: At present, unreliable legs.

JOSEPH: Fuck you.

EDEN: I don’t believe I possess the necessary anatomy.

[JOSEPH UNEXPECTEDLY LAUGHS.]

JOSEPH: Okay. Tomorrow, we’ll look around. See if there’s anything here that tells us where those medical facilities were. Then I need to head back toward Lambda.

EDEN: Why?

JOSEPH: People are waiting for me.

EDEN: You said you were alone.

JOSEPH: I said I was alone when the paralysis happened. I didn’t say I don’t have people.

EDEN: Do you have friends waiting for you?

[JOSEPH ROLLS OVER.]

JOSEPH: Get some sleep, EDEN.

EDEN: I don’t sleep.

JOSEPH: Figure it out.

[BEAT.]

EDEN: Good night, Joseph.

[RECORDER CLICKS ON.]

JOSEPH (RECORDING): That was the deal. If you can call it that. At the time, I thought that was all it was. Nothing more complicated than that. I didn’t trust EDEN. I’m pretty sure EDEN didn’t like me. But I was dying, and it was trapped. I remember lying there that night thinking about what it’d said. “I can try.” Not “I can cure you.” Just… “I can try.”

I think that’s why I believed it. Every person, robot or not promised me things that I knew weren’t true. EDEN didn’t. It just said it would try. And I don’t know. Maybe that was enough. I think I should’ve been more afraid.

[RECORDER CLICKS OFF.]

[FIRE BURNED OUT. JOSEPH STIRS.]

JOSEPH: Mm.

[COMPUTER POWERS ON. RISING TONE.]

VOICE (heavily muffled): Hello? Is somebody there? Please.

EDEN: Joseph. Joseph.

[JOSEPH GROANS.]

JOSEPH (tired): What?

EDEN: There is someone else in this facility.

JOSEPH: Yeah. I know.

EDEN: What?

JOSEPH: Don’t bother him.

EDEN: You knew?

JOSEPH: Mhm.

EDEN: Joseph, he’s asking for help.

JOSEPH: EDEN. Don’t.

EDEN: Why?

JOSEPH: Because things that ask for help aren’t always the things making the sound.

[JOSEPH ROLLS OVER.]

EDEN: What does that mean?

JOSEPH: Means I’m trying to sleep.

EDEN: Joseph.

JOSEPH: Tomorrow.

EDEN: He knows my name.

JOSEPH: What?

VOICE (muffled): You came back.

END EPISODE ONE.

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