Dr. Emmett Edward Matterson
(E.M)
"The Digital Killer"
Name: Dr Emmett Edward Matterson
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Age: 56 (before extraction)
Appearance: The form in which E.M takes now a days is a silhouetted, glitched rendition of his once human face on a old PC screen Wyatt had salvaged after making it to the mill. He's envious about not having a proper body and constantly demands Wyatt or someone find him a live subject to transplant himself on their body.
Things to note: He's a very reserved character, seeing himself on a higher level then the house occupants. In his past life he was a field doctor and a leading neurologist, concocting a way for the brain to live on without the need of a mortal body. At first, he dislikes everyone, especially Wyatt. However, over time he has grown to care and tolerate his house mates.
Transcript - Lost tapes of Dr Emmett Matterson
Due to age and corruption, some tapes were unrecoverable... here are some of the remaining tapes we were able to find.
there were up to 196 tapes found.
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Log 1: Date January 21st 1942-
My name is Emmett Edward Matterson, I’m a 23 year old university student studying medicine and Neuroscience at Harvard. Recently I have been drafted in order to aid the war efforts for the allies. I do not wish to leave; however, I am not a coward and I refuse to disgrace my name over some arsch Mit ohren… who thinks they can attempt to rule the world ((Audible Sigh)) and because of him, I must be careful not to use my native tongue, in these trying times people have resorted to villainising anyone who has come from the enemy country. ((the sound of a chair shifting in the background- Slight rustle of clothing.)) My mother rejects the concept of me going to fight, yet my father promotes it with welcoming arms- He says this will be good hands on experience since I’m studying to be a doctor, He has high hopes that I will be placed as a field medic due to my extensive skill and knowledge. His words… They’re the only thing calming my racing thoughts; I read about the many deaths that have occurred and I fear that I too will one day turn up as another statistic for some blue collar army major to read out. But I am being pessimistic, In the end they say this war will last no long then a year or two so I will just have to hold out until then. I leave tomorrow at 4pm to begin my training. Ending tape.
Log 2: Date February 27th, 1942-
The date is February 27th, 1942 around about 17 hundred hours. It has been 37 days since I last recorded my feelings and thoughts. The weeks have been hard and the training, harder. I am stuck having to battle off the stresses of my role as well as the constant bombardment of the low life scum that dare compare me to the likes of the enemy- just because of my accent and where I was born- (hand slamming on a surface near the recorder) I was raised here! I am highlighted as an American… not German… curse this accent and curse all the American dogs who belittle me and see me as the bad guy… their primitive mind sets make me sick. I must keep my composure though- I’ve been fighting the urge to teach them a few basic manners, however, I’d rather not give my platoon leader another thing to use against me. We have been given orders that we will be shipping out soon to start our ‘duty to the country,’ in my option I feel they’re herding us out like cattle getting in line to be slaughtered. Until then I have a book to read. Ending tape.
Log 12: Date June 7th, 1944-
The date is June 7th… 1944 and the time is 1:54 am if my watch is right. I have of recent arrived at a base camp near Normandy where I have been tending to injured soldiers. As well as neutralizing a few sneaky bastards that have attempted to enter my tent while I was in practice. I haven’t had a break for nearly 12 hours now, every time I’m done tending to a wound, about 2 to 3 more men come bounding into my tent crying for their mothers. I could go with what any sane doctor would say, about how I feel so sorry for them and that I will do anything in my power to help… But that would be me lying. If anything, their crying infuriates me, their desperate clings for life only wasting my time. I’ve started charting out the people that come in… if they’re most definitely going to die… I give them a sort of mercy killing. But that’s only when no ones around- It’s fascinating… watching the life drain from their eyes as the faith they had in you to help leaves when the mortifying reality kicks in. It’s… Intoxicating. I will keep this discovery to myself of course… but until then I will keep up this gentleman doctor façade… after all my father said this would be good hands on experience- ending tape.
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Log 23: Date September 12th, 1947- September 12th, 1947- I have been pacing the medical wing for a few days now… after my last confession I believe my fellow staff are catching onto my plan- After all my transfer up into their ranks were not a welcome concept… no matter, they’re all intellectually inferior to me anyway. The only difference between us being a sheet of paper and the wealth in our pockets… But that is of no concern to me because… I’ve actually done it.. thanks to the help of a few ‘Volunteers’ I have been able to target the proper restorative systems of the brain that will allow ones consciousness to be copied in full and store elsewhere… a life free of death…I have yet to find a storage device big enough and my research in how I am to store has been limited due to war efforts and budget. I am thankful for that bullet hitting me… because now I have the security to practice my work with the power and position that little incident bestowed. I will stop before I gloat too much- I’ve already spoken of this achievement before… right back to work. Ending tape.
Log 34: Date August 6th, 1948-
They’re all dead… I killed them all… everyone of my staff are either bleeding out or hacked to pieces… I can hear the soldiers piling in from the bottom floor and trying to ram down the door to my wing. This has bought me enough time to proceed with my experiment. ((muffled screams in the back as an angered “Shut it you” can be heard faintly from Emmett) I don’t care if they catch me, I must finish what I started…I’m so close I can taste it. (a drill noise can be heard and as the muffled screams get louder, metal clangs as a fleshy sound becomes audio) (A few minutes of this sound goes on as the sound yelling can be heard in the background as soldiers are presumed to have broken through the Doctors barricade) Tape End
Log 56: Date March 10th, 1950-
It’s been approximately 3 months since I began work for Mr. ██████ and I have to say I have found myself enjoying the change of scenery. No longer stuck in a cell on death’s row… it’s nice. Since I’ve been hired, I’ve presumed the roll as medical professional for this small group of Mercenary’s. Surprisingly, I’ve actually found myself growing close to a couple of them, as well as the Boss’s daughter. I will probably have to go over this tape at a later date since the boss didn’t want me to document his name. I would rather keep this comfy position. On a side note, Mr ███████ has shown great interest in my work… though I fear he plans to steal it once completed. People aren’t just nice; they always want something. Ending tape.
Log 63: Date September 12th, 1951
Who knew a person could be so gullible… ah, I can’t fault her- after all she was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth. Besides, she was practically throwing herself into me, it was always a guarantee she’d accept my proposal. We have been going out for nearly 9 months now; If it were up to her, I bet she would have married me on the spot. Ah well… with this I inherit a large chunk of wealth as well as a one-way ticket to a life of luxury. God, I feel all giddy… ah… well we are to be married this coming spring… I pray nothing foils this plan up.
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Log 79: Date November 18th, 1952
I’m happily married, with a loving wife and daughter… a normal average joes American dream life… yet… I feel something is amiss. Granted I’m not really happily married…. As I have stated many time over these rolls of tape I’m only doing this for the pay-out and equipment. I’m making keen progress on the research, however, a new member Mr Nathanael… seems to find enjoyment in my torment. He will not stop harassing me in my labs, I have made it perfectly clear to him that he isn’t permitted in that area yet he still persists… I’ll be speaking to the boss this afternoon over this matter.
Log 86: Date August 10th, 1953
I Have fallen, that devil of a man has caught me with his temptation. His snake tongue and silky words have driven me far off course... This man has pulled me from my high tower and dragged me deep into his endless cascade of unholy pleasure. And the funny thing is, I don't even care... This is the first time I have ever felt such passion towards someone so like minded... He's selfish crude and above all else he's deceitful. Yet I can't help but feel we are one in the same... well, we made that pretty clear last night. I caught him sneaking around my lab around 1:23 am, going through my research. His screams excited me, I wanted to hear more... and in so did here. I don't know how long we were in there or if the sound proofing was able to block out the sinful noises. But I don't care... I got what I wanted and so did he... I look forward to the next time we cross Nathanael.
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Log 134: Date 30th September, 1960
My project is compete and I have successfully been able to transfer the living consciousness of a man into a temporary storage holder. Today marks a new age of science for the world... The ability to move away from our fleshy prisons and traverse the digital existence with immortality. Oh how they will write books on my genius, talk of my struggles and achievements to classes of thousands in oxford or Cambridge... I Dr Emmett Edward Matterson have beaten death.. I have bested God.... I am... the new god... I choose who can live in eternal bliss and who will be forgotten...
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Log 140: Date 23rd July, 1964
Its been a while since I spoke.... a lot of things have changed... I've grown.... I'm nearing a rather prime-less part of my life... each passing day I see my work collect dust... I've achieved my purpose... I've completed my life's work... but what now? My wife keeps pestering me to spend time with her and our daughter... but I don't care for them... they mean nothing to me.... I don't even feel that the money she provided from her father was even worth it. I have revealed to my mistress? can I even call him that? haha... I have informed Nathanael that I am a married man... this indeed did not surprise him however, he wasn't happy. The last I saw of him was a month today... he stormed out stating that I must choose either between him or my 'family'... its an easy choice... but it would mean I would be leaving this place... leaving my work... I don't know If i'm strong enough to do that...
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Log 196: Date 4th February, 1972
This will probably be the last of my reels for a while, haha... today is a very special day... it marks my anniversary with my dear Nathanael.... 5 years now... life is very good... we are even discussing getting a dog, better then having a child... especially at my age... if you said I'd make it to 52 and have a handsome partner and stunning home in the american mountains.. I would of called you a liar, -He chuckles to himself before hearing Nathanael call for him- Ah that's him, he probably needs my help with something... good bye old friend...
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