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Attachment 1: Recording of Exchanges Between Lead Software Engineer Roger Howell and Director Karen Wells.

Audio clip #1—recorded on March 29, 2014. Audio length—2:31:53

Director Wells: You wanted to see me, Mr. Howell?

Engineer Howell: Right, Director. See, I—.

Director Wells: Keep it short, then. I have a meeting with the Administrator soon.

Engineer Howell: Don't worry, Director. I'll be out of your hair in a flash. See, this is about Union security… that mental screening thing.

Director Wells: You mean Dr. Hoffman's work?

Engineer Howell: Yeah—.

Director Wells: What about it?

Engineer Howell: I'm going to cut to the chase and put it plainly, Director. I don't trust the shrink—not her loyalty, mind you. Just her ability to filter out the psychopaths, as she puts it. I think she's putting too much faith in her interviews and little paper tests.

Director Wells: So you're saying…?

Engineer Howell: I'm saying that if someone really wanted to get past her, they could. And you know what that could mean for Project Union.

Director Wells: I see.

[Pause]

Engineer Howell: Director—.

Director Wells: You know what, Mr. Howell? I do believe there is some merit in your reasoning. If we are being honest here, I do find myself growing less and less trusting of Dr. Hoffman—especially after that incident with Guardian-1. What did I expect? His… "charisma," as others put it, appears to be infectious… even on that reclusive doctor. If it weren't for the Administrator's insistence on keeping him, I would have had Guardian-1 terminated a long time ago.

Engineer Howell: Guardian-1? You mean the half-dead soldier Mobius pulled in from—?

Director Wells: Stay focused, Mr. Howell. What else did you come here to discuss?

Engineer Howell: Er—right, sorry. Thing is, we've got the Core integrated into STEM, and Union up and running. Plus some people already put in. It's too late to double check on the doc's work at this point… well, from the outside, anyway. The guys in the department and I have been talking about getting, well, let's call it an antivirus up and running in the background of Union.

Director Wells: … Mr. Howell—.

Engineer Howell: Hear me out, Director. I'm not talking about making some fuddy-duddy Norton for Union. I'm talking about a piece of artificial intelligence operating in the shadows of Union, using algorithms and analytics to scan thousands of minds in less than a second.

Director Wells: Are you referring to some kind of psychopath detector?

Engineer Howell: Not just that—I'm talking about something that does both the searching and destroying. And once it finds such a mental profile, it eliminates that mind before any harm can be brought to Union and the Core. So think of it less as a Norton Antivirus, and more as an intelligent heat-seeking missile.

Director Wells: Intriguing. You're making big claims, Mr. Howell. But before you get too excited, know that I'm none too keen on sticking your random pet projects into my Union. I'd like to know how all of this works first.

Engineer Howell: We're actually in the process of finalizing a beta version of this software. We still need… well, a few things for our test runs.

Director Wells: Such as…?

Engineer Howell: Director, with your approval, we'd like a few test subjects.

Director Wells: Test subjects?

Engineer Howell: Yes, Director. Ones deemed mentally stable, ones clinically diagnosed with psychopathy… and maybe one or two that we're not sure of.

Director Wells: Hmm… send me the request as soon as you get back to your desk. I'll have it approved by tomorrow morning.

Engineer Howell: Of course. Thank you, Director.

Director Wells: Oh, and Mr. Howell?

Engineer Howell: Yes?

Director Wells: Let me know once HR delivers to you your subjects. I'd like to personally spectate on these test runs.

Engineer Howell: Yes, Director.

[End of recording]

Attachment 2: Report of Union Weaponized Malware for Approval—Copy.

TO: Administrator

FROM: K. Wells

DATE: September 2, 2014

SUBJECT: Report and Transcript of Union Malware Beta Test

On September 1, 2014 at 8:32 PM, the last of the malware testing was complete. Consequently, Mr. Howell and his development team have seen fit to assign this malware the alias of "the Showstopper," which is the name that will be used in this report henceforth.

I have personally viewed all testing sessions for the Showstopper, as I did not trust Mr. Howell to not present me with biased test results. His work desktop, laptop, and personal mobile device were all monitored unbeknownst to him, which allows me to confidently assure you that no unscheduled testing was done.

In total, 14 test subjects were collected for testing purposes. The psychological profiles of these subjects varied and were first all screened by Dr. Yukiko Hoffman. She correctly identified two clinically diagnosed psychopaths that we had purposely chosen. However, we included a third subject that, through Intel's constant monitoring of his day-to-day life, has been confirmed to be a high-functioning psychopath. This was a man named Joe Davis. As you might suspect, this Mr. Davis managed to complete Dr. Hoffman's tests and interviews with no diagnosis.

The 14 subjects were separately integrated into isolated STEM environments and exposed to the Showstopper malware. I am pleased to report that the Showstopper has performed above and beyond even Dr. Hoffman's abilities, correctly identifying and eliminating the psychopaths including Mr. Davis. Might I say that Mr. Howell's design of the Showstopper is rather ingenious? He first described the malware to be as a heat-seeking missile, but I see it behaving more as an anglerfish.

You can never be too careful with these unsavory characters that could threaten Union's intricate structure, especially if they know that a weapon is after them. But the Showstopper is designed to allure, and in STEM it is able to manifest in physical form. Only contact between the subject and itself is required for elimination. Mr. Howell even demonstrated to me the Showstopper's ability to evade mentally stable subjects. I would not have approved this project if it were going to destroy any of our carefully collected Union citizens.

See attached for the recording of the Joe Davis test session for your review. Let me know if you would like to view the recordings of any other sessions, although I am sure this one piece of footage will say more than enough.

[Begin recording]

(The voice of a test administrator outside of the STEM environment narrates) "Subject name is Joe Davis—male, age 36. Davis was widowed approximately three years ago when his wife, Ivy, was found dead in the hotel the couple were staying at in Denver, Colorado. Though Davis was initially suspected, police investigation and interrogation acquitted Davis of any involvement and his wife's death was deemed accidental. Our Intel department, however, firmly believe that Davis had some responsibility even if the death was accidental overall. Davis was set free, and we continued to monitor him without intervention.

"However, now that Director Wells has requested the need for a test subject with high-functioning psychopathy, we have admitted Davis into the testing program. The subject is unaware that he has been brought into the STEM system and believes he is still in the physical world. To play to this belief, the testing environment has been made to simulate the interview room in which Mobius doctors first interviewed Davis. He has been called in for what he believes is a third interview.

"For this test, the Showstopper has been programmed to remain stationary inside an adjacent room that can be accessed from the therapy room through a door. This has been done to test its temptation factor—its ability to analyze the subject's psych and memories and redesign itself in a way that appeals to the subject as much as possible—dubbed the Siren Effect.

"The testing of Joe Davis commences in three… two… one."

(Recording begins. The camera is positioned in the corner of the room where the walls meet the ceiling. It is pointed down at the table where the interviewer sits. Across the table from the interviewer is an empty chair, and behind that is a chair marked 'Exit.' Another nondescript door is to the interviewer's left. The door marked as an exit opens, and a brown-haired man steps in.)

"Welcome back, Mr. Davis. Have a seat. This shouldn't take too long."

"Sure. Thanks."

(Davis takes a quick glance at the nondescript door as he sits, but returns to looking at the interviewer.)

"Now Mr. Davis, we noticed a few issues on the documentation you gave us that need some clarification from you."

"You couldn't talk about this over the phone instead?"

"Unfortunately not. Once we make any corrections or reject the proposed revisions, we'll need additional signatures from you. Now let's start with… Mr. Davis? Is something troubling you?"

"What? No… why?"

"You were staring off to your right. Is something wrong?"

"Staring—? No, nothing's wrong. What was the first issue you had?"

"This form you submitted has the lines here and here blank. We require this information, so would you kindly fill these parts out?"

"That's strange… I didn't leave any part blank. Are you—well, I guess I could have missed something. Sorry for the trouble."

"It's okay, Mr. Davis."

(A few seconds pass as Davis fills out the blank lines on the form. His eyes seem to occasionally drift towards the nondescript door before he continues writing. Meanwhile, the interviewer is preparing additional documents.)

"Okay, is that good?"

"Yes, thank you. Can you sign the bottom and include the date of revision? Great, thanks. Now, this document right here…"

"Ivy's…"

"Upon review of your wife's death certificate, we found that it lacks the signature and stamp from the state vital records office. Might I ask why that is?"

"It's not…? Wait, I don't know how that's possible. Ivy's death was officially registered with the state! I was there!"

"Even so, there is nothing at the bottom of this document. This is the original that you submitted to us, Mr. Davis. But there is no valid confirmation that your wife indeed passed away."

"No valid confirmation? Her death was under police investigation for ages! They pulled me in too, thinking I killed my Ivy! I'm sure they have plenty of records!"

"Mr. Davis, why do you keep looking at the door?"

"I'm not…! Listen, Ivy is… What's behind there?"

"Pardon?"

"What's through that door?"

"That is for employee use only, Mr. Davis. Now please, let's focus back on our discussion."

(At this point, Mr. Davis appears clearly agitated. His glances towards the door become more frequent and distraught.)

"First you pull me in here—just like those police officers—telling me things that don't make sense! It doesn't make sense that Ivy's death certificate was never declared official! It doesn't make sense that I would kill her—I would never! What's behind that door? You tell me now! What's behind that door?"

"Mr. Davis! Please sit down!"

"She's back there, isn't she? Ivy never died—that's why there aren't any records, isn't it? Ivy—oh baby—Ivy, I knew it! I knew it! I'm coming, Ivy!"

(The chair Mr. Davis was sitting on his flung back as he stumbles towards the door and tips over. Mr. Davis reaches the door and fumbles at the handle while the doctor sits and watches. A few seconds later, the door flies open. Mr. Davis hurries through.)

"Ivy! Ivy! It's y—!"

(The next few seconds are abruptly silent. The doctor speaks through their earpiece to a STEM operator.)

"The subject has made contact. Yes… yes, eliminated."

(The doctor turns back to the table and calmly organizes the documents into a neat pile. They pick it up, rise, and leave through the exit door.)

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