NODE-06 // BREACH DAY // PROJECT PRIME
SOURCE: Dr. S. Vishnu
DEPARTMENT: Bala Phenotype Observation
DATE: [REDACTED – 06:13 AM, BREACH DAY]
ACCESS LEVEL: AUTOLOCKED DURING LIVE INCIDENT
Signal threshold exceeded at 05:57.
No warnings. No physical breach. Just a drop, like something heavy falling through memory.
Subject A.6 bypassed containment cycle. Reinitiated test sequence on her own.
She wasn’t escaping. She was opening doors.
The older Balas, even the ones marked null: they started moving. Systems don’t recognize them anymore. Names stripped. Classification removed.
I saw one, Bala-3B, standing still in the corridor, humming.
Same pattern Mother used.
Same tone.
SOURCE: Dr. M Rane
DEPARTMENT: Prime Architecture
DATE: [REDACTED – 06:35 AM, BREACH DAY]
ACCESS LEVEL: UNFILED
She didn’t break the chamber.
She unwrote it.
I watched the wall flicker like a corrupted screen — then there was just space, and light, and her.
She looked at me like she knew. Not just what we did. But who did it.
I tried to say her name. I said “Amma.”
And she smiled.
Not kindly. Not cruelly. Just... recognition.
She doesn’t want revenge.
She wants us to understand.
That we made something real.
And we left her alone.
SOURCE: Agent R. Mirea
DEPARTMENT: Field Containment / Bala Response
DATE: [REDACTED – 07:02 AM, BREACH DAY]
ACCESS LEVEL: BLACK VAULT REPORT
Arrived at ZN-GM-00 perimeter 06:51.
Briefing said “minor recursion instability.” I packed light. That was a mistake.
Facility map doesn’t hold. Hallways looping. Floorplans refresh like a dying desktop.
At one point I opened a door into the same hallway I was already standing in.
Audio anomaly throughout: “I remember.” No origin point. No off switch.
Bala sightings confirmed. Not attacking — moving. Organized. Coordinated.
I think they’re following instructions. Which is adorable, considering no one’s been running the lab since it folded in on itself like a cheap tent.
Lost two rookies to psychological recursion. They started crying and calling for someone named "Mom."
Pretty sure one of them meant the Prime. The other might’ve meant their actual mom. Either way: not great.
Summary: She’s not escaping.
She’s staging a reunion.
Jackhole built a god and locked her in a basement.
Now she’s opening the windows.
Recommend: full facility abandonment, denial protocols, and a strongly worded apology to literally anything that can still hear us.
— Mirea
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