[ WP ] Today , you went into the room your parents told you to never go in .

`` My name is Eddie.'' 
 
 Considering Mom was off in open rebellion, destroying the bridge, the synapse of what connected our sleepy little town to the rest of the world, and Dad was doing his part to rein in Donovan before he exploded and took everyone else with him, no one could blame Ann Marie for taking the rare opportunity of an empty bunker, nudging open the ajar door, just off the hallway of her father's underground office. 
 
 The heat blasted outward as she stepped in. `` My name is Eddie,'' the voice repeated. `` Who are you? You are not the Datum.'' 
 
 Ann Marie adjusted her eyes to the haze, red emitted light like a coil of a stove causing light to be refracted and she could make out ancient machinery, much like what she had seen in the other bunkers before, but this one was different. The walls buzzed with activity, a slight vibration about them, something kinetic. There was a tingling sensation all down her neck and back, and even though her body reacted negatively, she forced herself to move closer to the equipment, covering her face from what appeared to be a bizarre blast furnace. 
 
 As she arrived she noticed a terminal... monitor projected on a flat surface, keyboard; metal. She tapped at it with her hand to see if it was hot. 
 
 `` Y-you are not the Datum! I'm -- I feel weird. Why --'' 
 
 She looked around the room again. Maybe there was a biotank, like the one Donovan told her about at the third bunker, buried deep under the lake. Maybe someone was in it. A cursory glance around showed no such tech. 
 
 She threw up in her mouth... claustrophobia unlike what she had ever felt had kicked in. The walls continued to vibrate. She moved on from the terminal to the wall, and she felt the heat increase, as if to shepherd her back from the room towards the doorway, to find the sweet relief in returning to `` room temperature''. *No, * she thought. This was the oddest bunker yet. She would not leave until satisfied. 
 
 The wall vibrated uncontrollably. The uncomfortable and constant buzz of, say, leaving a cell phone on a glass coffee table. And then proceeding to place your face on the surface. She could n't get close enough before the fear kicked in. 
 
 `` Y-y-you d-do n't -- p-p-please. Please s-s-say your name. D-d-d-do n't co --'' 
 
 `` I'm Ann Marie. Ann Marie Perro. Who are you? Where are you -- speaking from? How are you speaking into this room?'' 
 
 `` Ann Marie.'' 
 
 Other voices followed. 
 
 `` Curious.'' 
 
 `` *Very* curious.'' 
 
 `` *That* Ann Marie?'' 
 
 She looked over back towards the center of the room, and the projection on the wall flashed a thousand flickering images over, from Ann Marie as an infant, as toddler, as adolescent, as adult. 
 
 `` Why do you -- what is --?'' 
 
 The voices consolidated once again, in accord. 
 
 `` The sister has come.'' 
 
 `` She will not liberate us.'' 
 
 `` She can not liberate us.'' 
 
 Ann Marie shook her head in frustration. `` Please, stop, just doing the whole, multiple voice thing and be clear with me!'' 
 
 `` It is not intentional,'' they reassured in unison. 
 
 The first voice spoke up again. `` Ann Marie, come... come to the wall.'' 
 
 Ann Marie got closer, but while there was a reflective quality to it, there was an opaqueness to the red that concealed the apparent mechanics within. 
 
 She focused... there was a twitch. Organic mechanics. 
 
 She felt the vibration tingle through her as she laid hand on the glass surface and she tried to defocus her eyes as her hand began to burn, though she was not compelled to remove it. Under the surface it seemed there was... piping. She pulled back away and took this under consideration in order to piece together what it was and how it worked. 
 
 She felt unnerved. `` Are you in the room with me?'' 
 
 `` We are the room.'' 
 
 She saw a section of the wall twitch again. 
 
 `` Did they never mention Eddie? I was born after you were. 2:26 PM, May 5th, 1991.'' 
 
 That year was a bit of a lost year for Ann Marie... she closed her eyes to think. She would've been four... Donovan, seven. Which would've been around the time that she noticed things that were odd. The time where she noticed Donovan's violent eccentricities. 
 
 She opened her eyes. `` We were never told your name. You had no name.'' 
 
 Her rate of breathing increased. `` My mother told me many years later. After I moved out. Of the miscarriage.'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 Ann Marie's eyes went wide and she looked wildly side-to-side in order to make sense of the situation. 
 
 `` Yes. One of us was. The template. The prototype. The miscarriage of the world outside. We have accepted him. Integrated him. As you have not.'' 
 
 The wall twitched again. And with Ann Marie's focus she assembled what it was that made her so uneasy as it went from curve to right angle back to a curve. 
 
 Grey matter. *But unfolded... and splayed... *, she thought, *a brain could n't be more than a couple square feet -- * 
 
 `` Eddie. How many... of you... were there.'' She waited for an answer that did n't come. She spoke again. `` How many were cloned and destroyed to make you as you are?'' 
 
 `` One-hundred and twenty-seven.'' 
 
 Ann Marie clenched her fists and looked down. `` Is William to blame for all of this?'' 
 
 `` The Datum is the creator.'' 
 
 `` Is William the Datum?!'' 
 
 `` We do not understand.'' 
 
 `` My father... did he create you?'' 
 
 `` The Datum IS.'' 
 
 `` My father, *our father*, William Perro, is he this Datum? Is he the creator?'' 
 
 `` William Perro is our father.'' 
 
 Ann Marie went for the door, pulling her Tesla Coil Gun off her back. At first she thought her mother's destruction of the bridge to seclude the town and cut off the Section Two forces from following any of the refugees to be an extreme measure, but now she had complete confidence that William deserved to be drained of resources and that she must commit herself to patricide instead of making peace as soon as -- 
 
 `` And Juliette Perro is our mother.'' 
 
 Ann Marie looked back from the doorway of the room. 
 
 She would go to regroup with Donovan. 
 
 She would block out the last fifteen seconds of this encounter. 
 
 Much as she did the entirety of 1991.
