Psychologist's Report
B.E.E.R
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Recording starts:
"B.E.E.R? Good lord, sit down, sit down. What happened to you?!"
"Iit'sch ah lU#ong scCHtory, doO@c."
"Are- are you drunk? (you hear him muttering something about not being paid enough) Please, go on. I am supposed to listen to these stories."
"WeLl, I wah$ch un the Cybe!riaahd, and it wasch ah normal& shift, y*uU knuow? Abu#ut 15 MINutesc$h in, there were RUUmorsch of ah Cult."
"A cult? Like th-"
"Yesch. ANYwahy, I kep%t DRInki#ng, scho I Did nuut notice tHE al$ert, until it waahs tuu' late."
"Too late? Oh my..."
"The Schuttl#e docked, I $Guo to tHE poD, and JuUSt ash% I get THE%re, it Leahves. Scho many weRE stiil un THE SCHTation... Ahhs tha pod leavesch, th$ere WAS a schou'nd, as if the faAHbr&&ic of the uni?verse was @torn."
Dr. Kingston gasps, "How many made it out?"
"Nine."
PAUSE
"In my whole career, I have never seen somebody as much of a wreck as B.E.E.R was last week. That poor man has seen so much, I fear for him, but I believe that he has seen something like this before, heard that... sound before. I hope to find out next time. Until then, I will pray for those that died.
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