Hendrick Joliet Easterman/Dialogues

This page contains all dialogues for Hendrick Joliet Easterman.

Gameplay & Trailers	Datamined / Unused

Trailers[]

Toxic Shock
I want everybody. The willing, the unwilling, the poor, the broken, the huddled masses yearning to be part of history. Everybody. It doesn't matter who they are. They're grist. Raw materials to be shaped. Forged. Made into the agents of a prosperous, patriotic future. I want everybody. Bring them to me. Just see what we make them into. ( 2 )
Winter Kills
Winter Kills is an experiment in hostile, unstable environments rich in punishment and reward both. Survivors of Winter Kills will reap the bounty of true suffering.
Program Geister
Visions of the Skinner Man are changing. Evolving. There's a chance that test subjects' dreams are diverging. We need to bring Project Geister back.

Cinematic Intro[]

Project Lupara
If we want to achieve rebirth, we first need to understand birth.
From the womb, from warmth and nourishing safety...
To an involuntary, crushing expulsion. The plates of your skull literally separated and crushed, reshaping your brain.
Bloody sexual trauma. Your mother's screams and your father's horror, and then...
...The miracle of birth. We have a beautiful, innocent baby.
A new archetype of appetite and childish dependence. Franco Barbi, a gangster, a murderer, a trafficker.
Franco is a man-child who would use heroin to infantilize the world.
His psyche centered around a totem. A powerful symbol to compensate for painful deficiencies.
Yes.
Well, of course we didn't give him live ammunition. But...
He, ah... may have made some himself.
I believe Baby may be teething.
Project Breach
You said escape was impossible.
You said the only ways out were release or death.
But somehow, a test subject got out of the Trial environment. A test subject escaped the Trial environment. That fact alone demonstrates how dangerous she is.
What concerns me is... She hasn't tried to escape the facility.
She's here. Somewhere behind the walls, in the ceiling, scurrying around like a rat. Building something. Planning something. Planning what is the question.
God help us when we find out.
Project Relapse
I give you everything.
I take care of you.
I nurture you.
And you try to LEAVE me?
NOBODY'S LEAVING. No more release. No more rebirth. I'm trying... I'm trying to believe it's not your fault.
Sometimes impressionable people make unfortunate friends.
But she won't be a problem any longer.
You want freedom?
This is what freedom looks like.
You want peace?
This is peace.
You want control?
I'll even give you control.
But I'm going to need you to admit that you don't want to leave me...
You've become addicted to the therapy.
Its specific pleasures. Its comforting instruction.
Addicts don't want to let go. They don't want release.
What addicts want. What you want... is Relapse.
Project Diarchy
Look into the eyes of a friend. A sibling. A partner. A lover.
That person is capable of anything.
Lies. Violence. Infidelity. Murder.
A pessimist might account for this by humanity's inherent cruelty.
An optimist may think it only demonstrates the... plasticity of our identities.
A new archetype has arrived. Forebears of tradition. An enduring moral order.
Forced into shadows by the circumstances of their biology. Elevated to wealth and power by sheer force of will.
Otto and Arora Kress.
Two very different kinds of genius. Her gifted in chemistry. Him gifted in politics. Opposite and complimentary tools of manipulation. Always watching. Never out of reach.
The fountainhead of a medicated and managed future.
Look into the eyes of a friend....
Look into a mirror.
Know that you are capable of anything.
Except choice.
Invasion
I trust you can hear me. Locked in there.
It would have been so easy to kill you. But it's not your body we need to destroy. It's your story.",
The idea of you. Your fairy tales about escape. Your lies about freedom",
You united them. Against Murkoff. Against me. That hurt me. It really did. How can I help my children if they won't trust me?
The answer is simple. A father gains the trust of his children by giving them his trust.
We have to sympathize. Walk a mile in the other fellow's shoes. Put yourself in their skin.
A father has to give his children the tools to cut away the doubts, to silence the confusion.
This is trust.",
You are not your brothers' keepers. You are your father's children.
Sometimes you have to hurt the people you love to help them get better. You have to trust me.
Escape was the injury. Relapse was triage. Now it's time for the surgery.
It's time for Invasion.
Project Messiah
Do you believe prayer can change the world?
I hope so.
Because somebody who’s chosen belief despite evidence will believe anything. There’s a sucker baptized every minute.
Maybe there’s something more to this world. Something eternal. Something divine.
But only if you’re open to it.
If you’re willing to listen.
To be very quiet.
Very still.
Or, you may find that being so fixated on your faith leaves you distracted, terribly vulnerable to something very real.
Sister Liliya Bogomolova.
An evangelist and priestess. A voice of peace calling out for blood. An ascetic dripping in hoarded treasure.
She’s a woman of God. A custodian of miracles. The product of a half century of war and corruption. An avenging angel of divine retribution.
She’s waiting.
She’s going to make you believe.

Mansion[]

Introduction[]

Intro Cutscene
Don't be afraid. I want you to know that you're safe. My name is Dr. Hendrick Joliet Easterman, and I'm your friend. I'm going to help you. To guide you through. It's going to be painful. But at the end of this journey, you'll be reborn. A whole new you. We're all going to get better together.
Character Customization
Tell me friend. Who is it you think you are?
Nursery
You were born. Maybe the most destructive thing you've done to the world. You have to release the past in order to embrace the future. Abandon your birth.
Playroom
Before you could even speak, you had instincts, a primal you. Those are an animal's instincts. You have to forget them.
Den
You learn discipline. Carrots and sticks, rewards and punishments. A disciplined child is grateful for both.
Gazebo
You must have been in love, at some time in your life. Even if nobody loved you back. Love makes you weak, let it go.
Destroy Life Documents
Your job. Your work, your purpose. It's who the world thinks you are. This box contains your collected public records. Destroy it. Free yourself.
On your deathbed, what guilt and shame will haunt you? This box contains a careful investigation of your private life, the things you thought were secret. Destroy it. Free yourself.
Shuttle
Doesn't that feel better? All reamed out, cleared and ready? Everything perfectly under control, kept tidy for somebody with just your dysfunctions. We're returning you to the Sleep Room now, a place you can reflect on what you've learned. This is exciting! What a gift. What an opportunity.

Rebirth[]

Pre-conditioning
The Trials are inside you now. If you can survive one final test, you can leave this place. This is the hostile womb from which you must claw your way to freedom, to power, to history. You will be a perfect weapon, the most innocent child ever born. You are the future. ( 2 )
You are the window to the outer dark, a fragile membrane of potential knives that reveals only the reversed truth of its interior. Shatter your surface, become a shower of diamond razors, and release yourself.
Who are you? A record of crimes, perversions, and sin. Who are you? A warped reflection of tainted dreams. A lie you never believed. A trap for flies. A razor's temptation. A sacrificial messiah. Who are you? Release yourself.
You are your reflection. A dishonest pose for vanity and self-abuse; you are trapped, you are blind, you are meat, until you destroy everything you see in the mirror. Destroy the lie and release yourself. ( 2 )
You are alone. Even twins are pushed one-by-one through the canal, no suicide pact ever lasted beyond the dark. You are the reflection of a corpse, a journal of forgotten incident, a trinity of one who never was. You are alone, release yourself.
You are annihilation. An earthbound sun that burns millions and a century's winter to punish the survivors. You are the architect of concentric circles. You are the blinded orb. You are the seared meat. You are at the end. You are the end. Release yourself. ( 2 )
You are the world reversed. You died a baby. You will be born a corpse. You absorb shit and vomit sustenance. Razors heal your wounds. Age increases your perfection. You are the sphere whose every point is its center. You are your own slave, release yourself.
After tuning frequency box - Communal
Spy. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
Der. ( 2 ) ( 2 )
Spider. ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 ) ( 5 )
Eye. ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 ) ( 5 ) ( 6 ) ( 7 ) ( 8 )
Lamb. ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 )
Endings
Spider.
Eye.
Lamb.
Only I love you. ( 2 )
Perfect soldiers would not know they were following orders. Perfect slaves would think they were the masters of all they surveyed. Perfect agents would think they served no agenda but their own. Our servants will obey us absolutely, they will kill for us and die for us, because they will believe with absolute conviction that our goals are their own.

Shuttle Pre-conditioning[]

Police Station[]

Kill the Snitch
You are the exterminator. Only we can tell you what is true. There is a snitch inside the prison, preparing to testify against our truth. Kill the snitch and we will let you out.
Cancel the Autopsy
You cannot allow evidence to determine the course of justice. Corpus Delicti. Find the bodies and grind them to slurry, and we will let you out.
Sabotage the Lockdown
You are the spider, not the fly. Prisons are how civilizations eat. Power the generators and release yourself.
Release the Prisoners
You are the hand of freedom. When you release others, you will find release yourself. Unlock the prison and release the guilty, then we will forgive you, and let you out.
Teach the Police Officer
You are the teacher. We lend police authority to protect our property and proffit. When they overstep their bounds, they must be taught fresh humility. Change the educational film and we will let you out.
Eliminate the Past
History is mutable, only the future is fixed. If you allow the past to be defined by facts, evidence, and memory, our enemies will be as numerous as our sins. Destroy the historical record and we will let you out. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
Seize the Narcotics
You are the controlled substance. The law enslaves minds by caging bodies, you destroy bodies and liberate minds. Find the narcotics, set yourself free, and we will let you out. ( 2 )

Orphanage[]

Cleanse the Orphans
Education and faith must follow our mandates. Children will learn obedience. Shape them young and they're ours for life. Teach the children, give them first communion, and we will let you out. ( 2 )
Feed the Children
You are a caretaker. You care with one hand, and take with the other. If the children will not feed themselves, poison them. Then we will let you out.
Foster the Orphans
Mothers are poison, toxic swamps in which families suffer and drown. Rescue the children from mother, and we will let you out.
Gather the Children of God
You are the shepherd, who would save the poor little lambs from Mother. Deliver them to the warm embrace of the Church, and we will let you out.
Reunite the Family
Family is the grinding stone of youth, which separates the chafe from the tender meal of obedience. Reunite the child with his family, put them to rest, and we will let you out.

Fun Park[]

Grind the Bad Apples
You are an adult. The youth will not obey our orders and must be corrected. There are children murdering adults in the Root Canal. Punish the children, and we will let you out.
Punish the Miscreants
You have to make an example. If you punish a few children firmly enough, you teach all the children the lesson. Punish the children, and we will let you out.
Open the Gates
You are the warden of all your own prisons, your containment requires your will. Disconnect the power, open the doors, and let yourself go.
Drill the Futterman
You are a consumer, you are not the product. If you allow them to turn us into toys, then you deserve to be played with. Destroy the human toy, and we will let you out.
Deface the Futtermans
You are not your childhood. Memory is the grotesque narcissism of individuality and reason. Nostalgia. Nostalgia is the testament that will strengthen the flock. Abandon your youth. Deface and demean the infantile puppets that control you, and we will let you out.
Redeem your Freedom
You are the consumer, whose life's value is revealed by the worthless currency that sustains it. Collect the tickets, turn them in, and we will let you out. ( 2 )
Beguile the Children
You are the mesmerist, gently murmuring behind the pendulum, guiding the sleepwalking children into the grinder we call propriety. Change the channel, switch the program, and we will let you out

Courthouse[]

Vindicate the Guilty
You are justice. You are loyal. We cannot allow the tyranny of facts and impartial reason to condemn the people who protect and guide you. The past is changeable, the future is set. Sabotage the court, kill the judge, and we will let you out.
Escape the Courthouse
You are special. You are deserving. Civilization is founded on the suffering of the weak. Kill the scapegoats to open the gates, and we will let you out.
Destroy the Evidence
You are decay, the ceaselessly grinding entropy that destroys fact and makes way for history. Use the acid to destroy the evidence, and we will let you out.
Tilt the Scales of Justice
You are the defense. The guilty cannot be allowed to face justice in oppositon to Murkoff's profit and influence. Add physical evidence to the moneyed side to tilt the scales of justice, and we will let you out.
Fuel the Release
You are liberty, let nothing contain you. Law is only the word of man, and facts the mere happenstance of existence. Open all the doors that would contain you, and we will let you out.
Sentence the Prosecuted
You are the investigator, here to find the evidence that will confirm the political will of the judge. Spell out the story that confirms the guilt of the condemned, and we will let you out.

Toy Factory[]

Pervert the Futterman
You are the revelator, what you build exposes the perversion latent in every heart. We cannot allow hidden messages and innuendo to corrupt our children. Expose, humiliate, and destroy the deviant, and we will let you out.
Crush the Sex Toys
I cannot teach you. I can only offer fear and pain and perversion and rage. Let these show you a path to enlightenment. Crush and destroy the toys, and we will let you out.
Incinerate the Sex Toys
You are the sunlight, that burns away exposed infection. Perversion thrives in the damp, dark places where secrets fester. Incinerate the sex dolls, and we will let you out.
Shutdown the Factory
Workers are capital itself, products bought and engaged to create more easily sellable products. We must control production. Shut down the factory, and we will let you out.
Fumigate the Factory
You are the happy accident, the unnoticed leak that invites invisible death, ushering out the workers whose lives linger beyond their productivity. Fumigate the factory, kill the employees, and we will let you out.

The Docks[]

Poison the Medicine
You are the surgeon's knife, and where you meet flesh, blood and pain must follow. We are the surgeon's medicine, who regulate pain and death. Poison the supply of those who would ease pain, and we will let you out.
Empty the Vault
You are the tax man. Legitimate business is only crime that has passed a sufficient threshold of success, a sin that must be made clean by a government's tithe. Empty the vault for authority's due, and we will let you out. ( 2 )
Poison the Cattle
You are the wet nurse. When unfortunate children won't care for themselves, it is our duty to force the nipple of benevolence between the clenched teeth of ingratitude. Poison the milk, and we will let out. ( 2 )
Stash the Contraband
Economies based on narcotics crumble without their primary market. Steal the drugs, hide them in the corpses of their customers, and we will let you out.
Cook the Informant
Nobody can resist interrogation by torture, and any manner of death is mercy. Microwave the informant, burst his head, and we will let you out.

Downtown[]

Pleasure the Prosecutor
You are a gentle hand, and you are a crushing fist. You give pleasure when lust is the lubricant of power, you give pain when violence is the fountainhead of control. Replace the Prosecutor's whores with assassins, and we will let you out. ( 2 )
Kidnap the Mistress
Prostitutes receive more honest confessions than priests. Identify the pervert by his tastes, kidnap his dominatrix, deliver her for interrogation, and we will let you out.
Spread the Disease
Sexually transmitted diseases are the secret handshake of evolutionary judgement and divine retribution. Spread the infection, and we will let you out.
Traffick the Product
You are the pharmacist, who pushes the drugs that ensure a healthy profit. Unsanctioned narcotics disrupt virtuous addictions. Sell our product in Franco's territory, steal his customers, bring us the money, and we will let you out.

The Suburbs[]

Liquidate the Union
You are the scab that heals the wound. The union is the putrescent sore that infects with notions of a livable wage and a survivable workplace. An example must be made. Kill the union boss, resume production, and we will let you out.
Get Out the Vote
You are the better angel, on the shoulder of the responsible citizen. When voters insist on the hypocritical weakness that puts history before nation, take their privacy and give them judgement. Pull the citizens from their homes, gather the votes, and we will let you out. ( 2 )
Disrupt the Neighborhood
You are the liberator, who opens the doors that bar the stranger. Privacy and property are antiquated ideas; be naked before the world, own nothing, and profit will flow from you like blood. Open the gates, allow us in, and we will let you out.

Shopping Mall[]

Kill the Politician
You are the cleansing flood that washes away the lies. If the people are allowed to choose leaders who poison the well of obedience with the bile of history, then we must drown those leaders in that self-same bile. Kill the politician, cleanse his bones of flesh, and we will let you out. ( 2 )
Investigate the Minotaur
You are the bystander, who refuses to limit the crimes witnessed to your dim and lying eyes. Condemnation, like murder itself, is only a matter of provocation. Bring the muckraker the evidence, and we will let you out. ( 2 )
Fabricate the Scandal
You are the half-truth, the reality more honest than fact when the evidence fails the agenda. Crimes must be shaped to entertain the swinish masses. Prove the crime, delight the swine, and we will let you out.

Resort[]

Despoil the Auction
You are the negotiator. Human life is just one more product, an amusement for those with enough money to do anything they want. A fresh plaything is up for auction. Destroy the lot, despoil its value, and we will let you out. ( 2 )

MK-Challenges[]

Note: These dialogues are used as placeholders when a certain Trial or MK-Challenge does not have Easterman's intermission yet.

MK-Challenges
You are the hand. You can be a fist, you can be a caress. You can bind or untangle. The hand does not think, the hand merely needs to execute the will of the brain. Get ready to learn.
Whether a salary, an appetite, a passion, or an actual God in heaven, you have to choose your master. Show us how well you serve.
Did somebody just talk you through how to ride a bike? How to make love? How to fight? The fundamentals take experience. And that is my gift to you.
I cannot teach you. I can only offer fear, and pain, and perversion and rage. Let these be your teachers. Let these show you a path to enlightenment.
If you want to get better, you have to do the work. I can't just explain to you how to become a different person. You have to lean in, you have to let the Trials inside you.
You and I are building a bridge to span the abyss of history. You will be the citizens of the future, manifest in your individual power.
You are a moral will. Nothing more and nothing less. We are not testing how fast you can run, how well you can hide. We are testing your integrity. Show us you deserve the future.
Prepare. Open yourself to new experience. Know that pain is the lubricant of growth. I love you, and I wouldn't ask you to do anything that won't make you stronger.
Trust the therapy. You are in the forge that is shaping the future. When you've earned your release, it will be into a world that is just like you.
Think of yourself as a spider, building a trap to ensnare the future. You will be adrift in history, waiting for some poor fly to shake your web.
You are the lamb, but you are also the shepherd. In a world of belief, there is no difference between the rule and the ruled. You are the meat. You are the carnivore. Let the therapy make you strong.
You are the eye. All-seeing, all-powerful, vulnerable to the smallest mote. The fear is your strength. Accept the therapy, accept our love.

Sleep Room[]

Tutorial
Welcome to the therapy. I'm Doctor Easterman; I want you to think of me as a friend, a father, a confidant. This is your cell. There are many like it, but this one is yours. Don't think of it as a prison cell, but as a monk's cell. A place of contemplation, a womb where you can absorb the hard lessons of the Trials.
Here, opposite the Return Gate is Sinyala Facility's Pharmacy. Miss Barlow is a warm and fascinating woman, with a remarkable chemical facility, considering her gender. She'll help maintain your health and enthusiasm for the Trials.
This way is Engineering. Man shunted his evolution onto tools twenty thousand years ago; if we want to grow we will do it hand in hand with technology.
This is the Experiment Board, where you chose Trials. I've designed this so you can be an active participant in the therapy; you have to choose your own path to become something greater.
On the other side of this door is sovereignty, power, tomorrow's history. You are on a rope over an abyss, from base and disgusting human to something far greater. Trust the therapy. We're turning you into something capable of walking through that door, something wonderful.
This is your cell. There are many like it, but this one is yours. Don't think of it as a prison cell, but as a monk's cell. A place of contemplation, a womb where you can absorb the hard lessons of the Trials. A safe, a nurturing place where you can grow.
Please explore the Sleep Room. This is your neighborhood I will be with you to offer guidance and advice. I'm always with you.
Post-Rebirth
Welcome to the therapy. I'm Doctor Easterman; I want you to think of me as a friend, a father, a confidant. Somehow I... can't help but feel like I've met you before. Like a princess in a dream. Maybe this place was made for you, and you for it. Maybe there's no such thing as "too healthy," no such thing as "too much love." I think you and I may achieve something miraculous. ( 2 )

Evaluation[]

Reagents[]

After completing Introduction
Good morning. Know that you're special. You're loved. You're worth our effort. You have to trust that we wouldn't have chosen you if you didn't deserve to be here.
Positive (After completing Trial for first time)
You have to accept the primacy of the unreal. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
There's my little how-high. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
Sleep. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
You're healing. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
You're growing. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
You're getting stronger. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
You are awake. You are inventing the dream. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
You are safe. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
I just want you to know that great things are coming. Expect more from me. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
Negative (After failing uncompleted Trial)
The spider in failure consumes its web. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
Grade A+
Wonderful, perfect, beautiful. You are the hope for a better tomorrow.
Perfection. Tomorrow's wars will be endless and quiet and we will win them with silent weapons like you.
Damn near perfect. I'd almost think you're the one teaching me.
You learn beautifully. You may be my ideal student, my inspiration, a gift to science. I think you are a perfect masochist.
I know a teacher isn't supposed to love a student, but I can't help myself. You're wonderful.
You're special. Nobody else is operating on your level, and I have special things planned for you. Keep going.
You make this look easy. You inspire me. With partners like you, I can just pile on the sadism, the abuse. You're beautiful, I'm going shower you in humiliation and contempt.
Perfect. You're the engine of the future; I fill you with pain and humiliation, and you burn with obedience and prosperity. Every day is tomorrow.
Grade A
Excellent work. They say you hurt the ones you love, I hope you know it works the other way, too.
You're making so much progress. Can you feel it? Can you feel yourself changing?
Yes. A wonderful performance. Willing to thrust your hand into the fire. Suffering is the cornerstone of greatness.
A heroic effort. Just shy of perfection. I knew when we chose you that you would be a star pupil. You're learning so much.
Every trial is an evaluation and a prize in the same moment. A performance this good is its own reward. Treasure it. And you're welcome.
You're doing the work. You're letting the fear feed you. I knew you deserved my love. Maybe now, you know it, too.
So slightly shy of perfection. Those tiny mistakes like the craqueler on the surface of a Vermeer only highlighting your beauty. You grow stronger every day.
Phenomenal. I barely recognize the pitiful, broken human garbage that crawled into this facility. You are getting... better.
Grade B
Good. Almost good enough. Is that your ambition? Are you striving for "almost good enough?" The therapy only gives back what you put into it.
A decent performance. I said "jump" and you jumped. But what I need, is somebody who when I say "jump," says "how high?" Can you be my How High?
An adequate performance. That's how ninety-nine percent of the world gets by. It's the mediocrity by which we'll all end up drowning in a bloody sewer. But I'm glad you tried. I am.
Does anybody ever write down in the history books, such-and-such almost tried their best, and almost achieved something great? I'm trying to make you a miracle. It's not something we can achieve with half-measures.
Good, not great. Is that the future we're trying to make? I need you to join me in the miracle.
You're making progress. But slowly. You need to try harder. You have to shock yourself out of the comforts and lazy assumptions. Accept the therapy. I need you to want to change.
I feel like I'm looking at a Michelangelo still trapped in its block of marble. You have to help me shape you, you have to want to be free.
Grade B. Passing. But if it was a steak, I wouldn't eat it. If it was milk, I wouldn't drink it. Are you happy with Grade B? ( 2 )
Grade C
This does not correlate with your potential. You know you're special, your performance should reflect that.
You don't love children for being perfect, you love them for trying so hard. But I need you to try a little harder.
You can do better. If I'm going to sculpt you into a masterpiece, I need you hard enough to grind. Can you do that for me?
This whole experiment relies on your performance. I need you to be harder, less afraid. How do you expect to satisfy me with this flaccid effort?
A passing effort. Accept the therapy, internalize its lessons. Do better.
I see you doing the work, I know you're trying. But if we're going to change the world, we need to be making leaps.
Middling. Slightly less than average. If this were Russia, I'd be grading you with a bullet.
Mediocre. I hate that word. So flaccid, damp. A bruised word the texture of dog shit. Like you. Me. D. Ochre. Me. D. Ochre.
Grade D
Technically, that's progress.
That was a minimally acceptable effort.
Even failure is an opportunity to learn.
I was embarrassed just watching that, it must have been awful for you.
Return to the Sleep Room, and try again.
You could only have done worse by dying.
I kind of wish you had died. At least I wouldn't have to look at you any more.
I'm not angry. Just... disappointed.
Grade F
You failed, because you're a failure. I don't know why I even try. ( 2 )
You have earned nothing, you have learned nothing. ( 2 )
If the drugs to restart your heart weren't so cheap, I wouldn't even bother.
Now I know why society had no use for you.
We scraped you up off the street. I tried to make you better. I guess there's no polishing a turd. ( 2 )
Mother used to say, "You can't cure stupid." I should have listened.
That was like watching Jesus die of disentary on the way to the crucifiction. Pointless, wasted, humiliating.
What am I teaching you? How to be dog food?

Imposters[]

Grade A+
You are a knife's edge, a lover's caress, a blossoming cancer. You will make the future beautiful and inevitable.
You are a masterpiece. A diamond balanced on a razor's edge. Merciless and hard, perfect. Daddy is pleased.
Glorious. All of that humilitation and contempt focused down to one razor-sharp point. You understand me.
I love you as much as you love me. I am a burning sun, and you are the lens that focuses my terrible power into the flesh of our subjects.
You are masked, but I see you. Beautiful. Present. Perfect. You carve your soul in the flesh of our subjects. The pupil has become the master.
You are a knifepoint in a heart, in the chest of naked perfection. You showed me the Vitruvian Man as murder victim.
Murder has met its ideal, you never have to hide behind a mask again.
You took a mask and knife and you made a miracle. The future is inevitable. I love you.
Grade A
I gave you gifts of pain and loathing, wrapped in fear, and like the sweetest of children you shared with all your friends. You're almost perfect.
You are a shark. A perfect killing machine in an ocean called history. But with the cold, dead, eyes of a doll. Find some inspiration, and you could be an angel.
The mask reveals its wearer. You've never been more beautiful. But you could be more beautiful. Be the mask. Kill for me. Ascend.
Everybody in a mask is naked. I can see now what you could do, if you only pushed the last reach, if you sacrificed yourself for the therapy. Show me you deserve the knife.
I see you behind that mask. Those eyes. That appetite. You're my little how-high. Show father how high you can get.
You can't hide from me in that mask. I see what a marvel you are, but I also see that you could be perfect. Cut just a little deeper for me.
You're an artist with that knife. I just need you to search a little deeper, to find the masterpiece somewhere inside that delectable little brain of yours.
Just a little sharper, and you'd be a pretty little scalpel. A silent weapon. Make yourself fitting of the history we will birth.
Grade B
You're a dulled knife; you cut but you've lost your edge. Hone yourself, on shame, on fear, on history. Find wahtever it is you need to rub against to make yourself hard and clean.
You know what I want, and I think you could give it to me if you would just cut a little bit deeper. Good children give me blood, the very best children give me marrow.
Mere competence. You put the knife in, but did you twist it? You wore the face of your victim, but did you embody them? You need to put your heart into this.
I think they got the point. But did you? Did you feel the blade scrape on bone? Did you feel the delicate pop of ruptured organs? You're supposed to learn as much as they do.
Was that fun? Did you think wearing a mask meant you were at carnival? This is a ceremony and a surgery, a sacred act. The mask makes you more than you are, act like it.
You call that murder? Half-aroused is worse than not aroused at all.
That was fine. I'm... I'm depressed.
Do you want to be my how-high? Do you want better toys than a knife and a mask? Then show me you're worth it.
Grade C
A surgeon who's too shy to use a blade isn't going to help anybody.
That's mostly your blood, isn't it? That's supposed to be the other guy's blood. You disappoint me.
They talk about "The banality of evil." That's you. You make a stab wound boring.
A series of lukewarm murders. A little tedious knife violence. How did we come to this? I am not intrigued.
I'm sick with ennui. If I could vomit boredom maybe I could get the taste of bile out of my mouth. You are a mediocre assassin.
A knife is a gift. You need to show gratitude, by using that gift. Wrap it in the flesh of our subjects and teach them what only pain can express.
You can't hide mediocrity behind those eye holes. I'm not sure you deserve a knife. At least not the handle end.
Do I not give you pain, and shame, and loathing? I give and I give, and then I set you loose and this is what you show me? I am alone.
Grade D
Like watching somebody perform surgery with a spoon, but not as funny.
You don't deserve to play with sharp objects.
You did everything but fall on your own knife. I'm naseous. I'm sad. I'm so fucking sad.
Do you even know which end of the knife is sharp?
Do you not understand that we are building an intelligence apparatus to evade nuclear annihilation? And you can't even put a knife in a mental patient? Cretin.
D for disappointment. D for "didn't stab anybody to death." D for "daddy's limp-wristed diletante."
You think that mask means I don't see your shame? I wish you could hide your face from me. At least one of us could be a little less embarrassed.
You've embarrassed me, in front of my colleagues. I said, this one's ready. Give this one a knife. And this is how you repay me. Scum.

Radio Interaction[]

Listen[]

Player Level	Dialogue
1-6 (Loop)	You could be anything.
	Everybody here loves you.
	We accept you for who you ought to be.
	You deserve all of this. ( 2 )
	I appreciate you.
	You are afraid of nothing.
	You are in the right place, doing just what you should.
	Think of what you'll be tomorrow.
	I give you permission to love yourself.
	Be grateful for the miracle of chance that brought you here.
	Your life is waiting for you here.
	Every day in the Trials is a good day. ( 2 )
	You wouldn't be here if you didn't belong.
1	We're all here to help. Any fear you're feeling is left over from the world out there. Here, we all love you.
2	We built all of this just for you. Don't let the outside world creep in here. If you think you recognize someone, you're seeing who they used to be. Don't bring it up. That person is dead, now they're somebody wonderful, somebody new.
3	I watch you when you sleep, thinking about how special you are. How much I love you. I hope you'll think of me like a friend, like a mentor, like a father.
4	Don't let anybody tell you who you are. You're nobody's child. Nobody gets to tell you what to do. Be free. Take what you deserve.
5	Release your sadness and fear. You don't belong to any nation, or church, or family. You belong to you. Let us tell you how to get better. You could be happy, confident, productive.
6	"Do this, do that," your whole life. "Don't do that." It's disgusting, the way the world bosses you. But what if you aren't what they say you are? What if they're afraid? Because they know you're special, just like I do.
7-10 (Loop)	It's time to improve.
	You deserve all of this.
	Don't cling to weakness. ( 2 )
	Do the things you think you can't do.
	You need to reorganize your reality.
	Are you good enough? We're going to find out, aren't we?
7	This is progress. But I need you need to be making more progress. You're being that pitiful piece of shit your parents, friends, your employers thought you are. Be better.
8	You need to do better. I have people I have to answer to. And they think you're goldbricking your therapy. I can lose my job. But all of you? You'll be ground to slurry with bleach, sealed in barrels, and buried in the desert.
9	I'm not upset that you've betrayed me. Everything Murkoff has done for you, everything we've built. What makes me furious is that you've betrayed yourself. I'm trying to love you.
10	You can't see a way forward, can you? You're bored. Anxious. Nights lifelessly masturbating with tears in yours eyes. Here's the only question that matters: what do you have the power to change?
11-16 (Loop)	Kill the beliefs that make you weak.
	The world is meaningless.
	Be a powerful dreamer.
	Make yourself a vessel.
	The only perfection is perfect emptiness.
	Embrace crisis.
11	We might be saved. Do you believe in miracles? You must. Scientifically, empirically. There is coincidence and chance. Things happen for a reason. We can do whatever we want. Change is coming.
12	There's nothing the immune system can't do. Trust your body. You're learning, but not with your mind. Each of my gifts to you may seem small. A simple little block. But block by block is how we build a cathedral.
13	You can count on me. You're my How-High, I'm your daddy. I know I can count on you. We can get through this together. They don't even know what you're capable of.
14	You can see it now. The Trials are totems. Paper targets. If you can bulls-eye paper, you can kill the enemy. But these are totems of belief. You have to kill the beliefs that keep you weak.
15	What guilt did the world force on you? Look at it. Compared to what you've done in here? It's meaningless, isn't it? You could be anything you want.
16	If I said I wanted to wash your feet, that would put me on par with Christ. How much greater would be a man who could wash your brain? The shame means nothing, let it go. Make yourself a vessel.
17-20 (Loop)	Murkoff is the power that makes truth possible.
	Admit what you've done, let us take your sins.
	Your existence is a silent weapon.
	You have to make a choice.
	I see you. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
	Wake up.
17	The world is made of corruption. What if you are just a vessel? What if nothing is your fault? Is a cup responsible for having been filled with wine or filled with poison? Let daddy fill you up. Let Murkoff make you strong.
18	You know what you did. Confess. Not to me, but to yourself. Only gods can forgive. If you can confess to yourself, and forgive yourself, you are human and you are god, and you wear no man's yoke.
19	Choose the good. Listen to the god within you. You know what to do, you know what I want. That's what love is. That's the gift. A new instinct. A better instinct. Listen to god. Listen to my voice.
20	You've never betrayed anyone in your life. You've never failed. You've never been lost. You will be fire. You will be a star, a gravitational singularity in the course of history. You will be the perfect weapon of an endless war. You have to make this choice.

Listen - Project Breach[]

Player Level	Dialogue
Cutting Amelia's broadcast (Loop)	There may have been a radio malfunction. You need to ignore anything you heard. Outside voices are liars. You have to trust the voice of your conscience, the voice of your faith; you have to trust my voice. ( 2 )
	Broadcasts will be suspended until we've repaired the malfunction.
	And now we return to our regularly scheduled programming. ( 2 )
5	There are rumors spreading, fairy stories of some clever Reagent slipping out of a Trial. Just think about that, about how unlikely that would be, how little sense that would make. You're not stupid, are you? No. Not you. Don't believe the lies.
6	It's your reponsibility to refuse the lies the frightened and weak would try to push on you. You have to think of your brain as a Vestal Virgin, and every stray rumor some other potential rapist, eager to impregnate your soft, pink mind. Nobody gets out of the Trials unless we let them.
7	You are a child. You are vulnerable to fairy tales. There is the truh, there is careful stewardship of your Murkoff family, and there is the dangerous lies of perverts and fanatics. There's nothing in between. You have to let us trust you.
8	No one escapes the Trials, because nobody has to escape the Trials. All of you are cared for, and loved, and given freedom you couldn't dream of. Why would anybody flee from that? It makes no sense.
9	If you're going to insist on believing somebody escaped the therapy, then as your doctor, I can entertain the delusion. But only if you're willing to want to get better. Tell a scientist everything you've heard about this so-called woman, and soon she'll be gone and you'll realize she was never there.
10	Amelia. She's everywhere. Some mass pychogenic illness. You think if enough of you beleve in a thing, you can make it so. But we built this place. Everything prepared just for you. If we say this Amelia never existed, then there is no Amelia. ( 2 )
11	We will find her. Because we love you and we want you to accept reality. If you insisted on believing in the Easter Bunny, then we would catch and kill a six foot rabbit and roast it and force you to eat. I can cure you of anything. ( 2 )
12	I know you think this Amelia woman exists and I'm disgusted. That your fantasies would be some puckish escape from all the beautiful things we've built for you? You've volunteered to be here, we've put so much work into making it wonderful for you, and you dream of leaving. Of pissing the face of our authority. ( 2 )
13	I welcome your misbehavior. This extended tantrum, based in some magical sister virgin whore mother who will... what? Deliver you deeper into my facility? Who will create chaos and disruption? "Oh, don't throw me in the briar patch." I own your dreams.
14	I'll tell you what this Amelia means. The archetype of the young mother, the builder, the creator? You want to guide your therapy. You want to rebirth yourself. What else have I been asking you to do all this time? ( 2 ) ( 3 )
15	You made her real. Which means I made her real. All the unformed dreams and scum of your collective abused minds spilled and mixed in the chamber of my design. Amelia is chaos, emptiness, the expression of my intellectual womb. ( 2 )
16	You don't leave until I say you're ready to leave. I jump, you say how high. I snap my fingers and you're red slurry in a barrel in the desert. Father knows best. This imaginary bitch is lying to you which means you're lying to yourself. I haven't slept in eighty-four hours. I'm awake, Amelia. Amelia. A meal of eels. ( 2 )
17	I was in Berlin. Years ago. It was wretched with poverty after the war. A hungry place. They would fish for eels to eat from the canals, using the carcass of a dog for bait. I watched an old woman pull the great head of some snub-nosed hound from the water, wriggling with dozens of eels. That's you. That's Amelia. Who is the dog and who are the eels?
18	Amelia is chaos. She will lead to you pain, and confusion. Wasted pain and confusion. You are a scuplture only half-freed of its stone, don't let some clumsy craftsman shatter the work before the artist is finished.
19	You want to hurt me. You want to abandon me. Do you think you can make me love you more? Nobody loves anybody more than I love you. If you don't know that by now, maybe you deserve to go get hurt by that bitch. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
20	Trust her. Go. Try. I love to watch you go, and I love to watch you crawl back to me. There is no exit, there are only Trials. ( 2 )

Listen - Project Relapse[]

Player Level	Dialogue
5	Maybe it's my fault, trusting you too much. I let you succumb to idiot temptation. You thought the fairy story was real. That this Amelia, this... succubus would make you free. Just like that. I'm hoping you're not naïve enough to have actually believed that.
6	Only I can make you free. What Amelia can do is hang above the door and remind you why it's closed to you now. That's the freedom Amelia offers, that's what she gets. Hemorrhage and slow asphyxiation. ( 2 )
7	Why would want to leave me? Would you get up halfway through surgery, unstitched, loose organs leaking like whipped toddlers, and abandon your surgeon? You would die screaming, and its all you would deserve. Can't you see I love you?
8	I tried to raise you, and you deny me. You embarrass me. Like Ham looking upon his father, Noah, naked. My shame will mean your enslavement. I tried to give you freedom.
9	How am I supposed to trust you now? How do I trust anyone? Do you know what I've sacrificed for my work? My wife is gone. My family is gone. I gave everything for you. Why would you run away from me?
10	Maybe you think you could do better. You want to sit on daddy's lap and drive the car. I want you to try it. See what responsibility feels like, and maybe you'll finally be willing to take responsibility for something. ( 2 )
11	You let me inside your head, a thousand wires, grinning teeth. I give and I give and you think you deserve freedom. How is she not dead yet? I'm fine.I'm fine. I have nothing. My suffering is transcendant. ( 2 )
12	I am in control. Your life, I could end it like that. I could have any of your limbs severed. Your eyes pried from their sockets. This thing waiting on the edge of my vision, this grinning spider. I can barely see myself. I'm fine. I'm in control. ( 2 )
13	We all... take our medication. I just needed an adjustment. Sometimes father needs a little pep, or a little help relaxing. There's no reason for you to be scared. Everything is an opportunity. ( 2 )
14	So you wanted to escape. You wanted to leave. This is nothing, just another vector of instruction. You want control, I give you the Trial Maker. You want to feel needed, I give you the Jaeger. Freedom's something you can't escape.
15	Amelia will die when we allow her to die. And you will leave when I set you free. Robert Frost said that "home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in." You must be home, because I can't even let you leave.
16	I had a vision of flowers growing in the desert. All those Reagents who tried to walk away, who died, whose composting bodies may transform a little dry sand into fertile ground. It's a nice dream, isn't it? Even from a disaster like this, there's still hope. ( 2 )
17	They can't replace me. They can't. What would you do without me? As long as you believe in me, I am here. I am part of you. If Easterman is dead, there is no center. No values. Only nihilsim, defeat. ( 2 )
18	Tell them you love me. Tell everyone. I don't need you, I don't need any of you. I walk between the movements of your eyes, I touch your core with the phallus of the Earth. Predatory flagellates. God is dead but I am here, I am in control.
19	You're nothing without me. I need you to believe that. There is no science, there is no philosophy. In the future there will be only belief, the absurdity of any premise only a sign of greater faith. Believe in me.
20	I am in control. I am in control. I love you, and I am in control. ( 2 )

Psychosis[]

During the loading screen - Reagents
Submit. Consent. Agree. ( 2 )
You are will personified.
You are the lamb, and you are the carnivore.
You are the spider, and you are being digested alive.
You are the eye, you are a chrysalis rotting.
You are God's eye. ( 2 )
Let yourself be loved. ( 2 )
Accept what you are.
Return to yourself.
You are nobody.
You have no family.
You are annihilated.
You deserve punishment.
Confess. ( 2 )
Our enemies are your enemies.
You have no country. No church.
I love you. ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 ) ( 5 )
Be reborn. ( 2 )
Hallucinations
Slaughter. Rend. Scream. ( 2 )
You will die. ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 )
I'll be waiting for your children.
You are nothing. ( 2 )
You're asleep.
Swine. Scum. Unloved. ( 2 )
Die. Die. Die. Die. ( 2 ) ( 3 )
You have to suffer.
You can hear the music.
Ascend. Embrace. ( 2 )
An angel.
God in heaven.
Undying. Broken. Burning.
Anointed. Blood of man.
Empty. Boiling.
Slaughtered forever and ever.
Broken lamb perfect.
A thousand eyes.
In the spider's house.
Lambent. You glow.
Iris. Closed, open, fertile.
A perfect web. ( 2 )
Imago. Endless.
You will be perfect.
During the loading screen - Imposters
Kill and I will let you out.
Cut until you are free.
Their death is your freedom.
You're getting better by making them deader.
Cut yourself an exit wound.
Blood is the lubricant of freedom.
If it bleeds it frees.
You are not you. ( 2 )
Kill. Cut. Show me I can love you.
Murder makes you free.
Show me you deserve freedom. ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 )
Cut, cut, cut...