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Thing have finally settled down around here, it would seem; though things have only gotten stranger for it.
The "caretaker" Margulis (finally cared enough to learn her name) has built quite a reputation among the subjects. The audio bugs even recorded one referring to her as "Mother". Personally, I am shocked she's still alive. Stranger still (but with no objections on my part) given the circumstances of this log, she may yet prove invaluable to my efforts.
The second subject of this project was a little girl called "Hale". Shy to the point of obnoxia, her powers have manifested, quite harmlessly, several times now. She never speaks unless she absolutely HAS to, and her definition of necessity is stringent like no other I have ever seen. She seems to suffer from truly crippling anxiety (odd for such a young age); but clearly proving my previous assertions about the experiences of the children, and the effects on the youngest of their ranks. A few times now, she has been victim to the torment of her more audacious peers, and has responded in a unique way. Well, I say unique, but everyone has the instinct to curl into a ball and shut out the world when under extreme duress; but not only is she far more prone to, she actually can. Her marauders often discover an odd sensation of disorientation; punctuated by acute deafness. In fact, everyone in a radius around her discovers their ears to be useless for a time. Even our quantum data taps are left empty- COMPLETELY EMPTY of ANY readings but video. The background "noise" of cosmic radiation that permeates ALL OF EXISTENCE: Silenced! The effect lessens as you distance yourself from her, but by the Masters, is it absolute at its peak! However, her sound manipulation, as we have come to learn, works both ways
As mentioned, Margulis is, to them, a mother-figure; and seems to be embracing the role rather well. She often spends her time engaging with them in small groups. A favorite pastime of hers is singing to them the music of Ancient Earth. Many of them seem to like it, but three stand out above the rest. The boy, Rell, seems to want it to the point of need; and has thus become bonded very strongly to Margulis. Sira, one of the more pronounced of the group, always hums along; or even forms the accompaniment. The sounds that girl can produce are astounding, going so far as voice replication for the duet pieces. Hale, though, has shown a talent just as useful. Margulis had asked if anyone besides Sira would sing on their own; as an exercise in self-confidence. Many attempted, and the quality was... questionable, at times. Eventually, Hale was asked to sing, but quickly shied away. Rather than push her, and risk ending the activity in silence, another was chosen. Even I recoiled at the sound produced! Margulis stopped them, and started guiding them along an orchestral piece (Sira filling in as the strings) when suddenly, as if an apparition of the subconscious, a voice began to rise. What followed is the most stunning rendition of "Nella Fantasia" ever recorded; beautiful enough, even to my stable mind, to evoke a sense of reverential awe. If I did not know the Gods reserved their divinity for themselves, I'd swear she were an angel of the Master's' own creation. Moreover, EVERYONE in the Crucible heard it. Her voice transcended sonic limitation, and resonated flawlessly throughout the station; clear as day. The volume too was unreal; loud, like a bludgeon to the senses, but not harsh enough to cause pain. Her Powers, under other circumstances, would be entertainment worthy, exclusively, of the Masters themselves...
Regardless, her unique talents are prime for weaponi-...
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[Such fortuitous timing! As I was saying, her powers are ideal for weaponization in stealth ships or Imperial assassination. Case in point, she seems to be having a powerful surge of distress at the moment, thus I am unable to speak into the recorder and must manually type this in afterwards. In theory, if I were a target for Imperial assassination, or guarding a valuable enemy datapad, I would scarcely have a moment to hit the manual alarm before my silenced cries of warning were ended. Alternatively, my head could be busted and all security equipment fried in a large radius by a controlled scream; or a captured mind slowly broken and repurposed by subliminal infrasonic humming! Any who would dare intervene would find their senses turned against them as they writhe in discomfort at the sound of our operatives screech]
[Indeed, this one will be Quite useful for my research.]