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[Morning | Day 51 | Audio]
[A voice speaks over the network, the voice of a young man, low and British.]
This is a message directed to whoever has brought me to this place. I have no way of knowing whether the cameras everywhere can pick up sound. Intuition tells me it would be most useful if they did, but I cannot depend on chance. What I do know is that they must monitor all posts made through these watches, and that they will see this. No one else need keep watching. It won't mean much to you. I can only hope it won't mean much to the mastermind behind all this either.
[He takes a pause to denote the beginning of the 'actual' message.]
I know I am not the same as the others. We are all different, and I am the most different of all. I can understand why you may have discarded me. But you need to understand, in my difference, there is rarity. There is no other like me. I am unique. I realise I haven't much to bargain with. I don't even have myself. All I can do is prevail upon you to trade me out for the three youngest. They will not understand, whatever it is you do to them. They are only children. Really, real children, despite how they may seem. You will not learn anything from them you couldn't learn from the rest of us. So, please.
[His voice shakes slightly, and he breathes in, composing himself.]
I would trade myself for all of them if I could, but I know I am not worth that much. But surely I am worth at least the children.
[A pause, and then he speaks again, dryly.]
And I'm back to hoping, I suppose, that none of that was necessary to begin with.
This is a message directed to whoever has brought me to this place. I have no way of knowing whether the cameras everywhere can pick up sound. Intuition tells me it would be most useful if they did, but I cannot depend on chance. What I do know is that they must monitor all posts made through these watches, and that they will see this. No one else need keep watching. It won't mean much to you. I can only hope it won't mean much to the mastermind behind all this either.
[He takes a pause to denote the beginning of the 'actual' message.]
I know I am not the same as the others. We are all different, and I am the most different of all. I can understand why you may have discarded me. But you need to understand, in my difference, there is rarity. There is no other like me. I am unique. I realise I haven't much to bargain with. I don't even have myself. All I can do is prevail upon you to trade me out for the three youngest. They will not understand, whatever it is you do to them. They are only children. Really, real children, despite how they may seem. You will not learn anything from them you couldn't learn from the rest of us. So, please.
[His voice shakes slightly, and he breathes in, composing himself.]
I would trade myself for all of them if I could, but I know I am not worth that much. But surely I am worth at least the children.
[A pause, and then he speaks again, dryly.]
And I'm back to hoping, I suppose, that none of that was necessary to begin with.