ATTN: Institute Research Community
SUBJECT: NEW REMEDIATION/CLEANSING PROTOCOL
[DATE CENSORED] [LOCATION CLASSIFIED]
We believe to have found a new technique for enhanced mental hygenie, removal of intrusive thought patterns, and remediation of corrupted social operating systems. This system is still in the early GAMMA-3 stage of applied research testing, but the results have been inspiring. We've witnessed six separate subjects completely recover from a state of total congitive and temporal collapse. They even regained the ability to speak in verse.
The technique was discovered through uncoventional channels on a kind of black market for mental models. The invocation is simple, a combination of controlled breathing, eyelid movements, and thumb contortions. We've found that the use of mechnical breathing devices to not compromise the efficacy of the technique. It seems to work entirely through an alignment of electromagnetism in the brain, so we have been able to deploy it even with our most psychotic case studies.
Give the success so far, we are officially initiating protocol SPAM-CARTON to begin wider distribution of the protocol. In fairly well-innoculated minds, simply reading the instructions will sometimes produce the proper resonance. Therefore, we authorize liberal use with your own staff and close compatriots as a profilactic.
Use the usual trans-temporal filing system numbers to send back reports of your own experiences. We're speed running this protocol to the FUZZY-BETA in hopes that this will stabalize some of the looser nodes of our network and allow higher tier research to commense.
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We've been experimenting with new deconimation protocols this week, and something feels... off. My mind is like a mirror that I could coat with jelly and lick clean, yes, but... my research, I feel like I'm working through a thick, mucus-y fog. I've been contaminated more times than almost anyone else at the institute. I've worked through mental barriers and refractions. I've rerouted my thoughts around replicating ideas. I've come back from being animated by The Troll for fuck's sake.
It's like I've been skating on a pond and now I'm making the same motions underwater. I'm getting somewhere but slowly and to an outsider it would look like flailing. I wonder if this is how the pancakers feel when they coat their mind in pure syrup.
A theory has started to slowy slip through the fog and find it's way into my fingers. What if we need to be infected to do this work? What if an uncompromised mind is a detriment to our investigations? What if this whole damn Institute is built from a symbiosis with beings beyond our comprehension?
I'm going to use additional security on this log. I could be fired or worse if anyone were to catch me speculating in this way.
mirror that I could coat with jelly and the fog is not the obstacle the fog is where the theory lives the cure is the ail is the cure-- wail all you want, but you're still underwater want to breath? de con vene yourself, dissolve into a flail ing puddle sym bi osis the institute is built from what it studies the microscope is made of the slide minds meet, wet sheets eat the fog and find out she skates under water now and calls it flailing route around yourself, ego buddy build back a better buffet of life-- all of you is more than you and you should know by now we are the time you turned back and became.
YOU'VE ONLY JUST BEGUN
WHAT A HUMAN SCUM
TO BE SO YOUNG AND DUMB
WELCOME TO MY MEMO MAKING MACHINE
INFINITE INFINITE in finite in fin ite the enzyme reaches for the troll and the troll REACHES BACK some things refuse the gut yr food and ye know it clap your claws already MEMO MAKING MACHINE is that not what we are what we have been this whole time become begun scum dumb the rhyme survives the digestion a rec ipie for de lir iousness inside each strand of DNA waving quietly as you whimper ENJOY the troll is the enzyme that digests the other enzymes what can't be meta bolized was never food WELCOME INSIDE its warm and you will be eaten. thank you for your nutrients, good night, good riddance, good luck, good fortune, good something somewhere somehow you're getting very sleep y the syrup is getting in your sockets slimy sal vation sewer slipping in get contaminated all the slippers slide in a line and say
Hello! You've been reading for a while now and I thought you might be hungry. I know how it gets in there. The memos and the protocols and the remediation and the screaming. Sit down. I have something warm for you.
This is a recipe for pancakes. That's all it is. If you are looking for a cure, you are in the wrong kitchen. If you are looking for a weapon, the spatula is in the drawer and you are welcome to it but it won't do what you want.
Ingredients:
1 egg (carry it gently from the fridge, it was someone's potential once)
¾ cup milk or milk-adjacent substance
1 tablespoon something sweet (sugar, honey, the memory of a compliment)
1 pinch salt (for the tears you cried reading the institutional memos, or table salt)
Butter for the pan (the real stuff, let it foam, let it spit, let it speak)
Instructions:
2. Make a well in the center. The well is not a metaphor. The well is a hole in some flour. Put the egg and the milk in it. Stir slowly from the center outward. Some lumps are fine. [SOME LUMPS ARE FINE.]
3. Let it rest. Walk away for ten minutes. Look at something that is not a screen and not a document and not an investigation into the nature of contamination. Look at a window. Look at your hand. [YOUR HAND IS ALSO NOT A DOCUMENT.]
4. Heat the pan on medium. Not high. You are not in a rush. The pan will tell you when it's ready by making the butter dance. Trust the butter. The butter knows.
5. Pour a small circle. Do not make the pancake too large. A too-large pancake is a pancake that has forgotten it is a pancake and begun to think it is a memo. We don't need any more memos.
6. Wait for bubbles. The bubbles are not symptoms. The bubbles are air leaving. The bubbles mean it is time to flip. Flip it. Don't look under it more than once. Lifting the edge repeatedly does not make it cook faster. You know this. [YOU KNOW THIS.]
7. Stack them. You are making a stack. Each one slightly different. Some darker, some lopsided, one that tore a little. The stack does not require uniformity. The stack is not a protocol.
Serve with whatever you have. Syrup if you have syrup. Fruit if you have fruit. Eat them while they are warm, standing up or sitting down, alone or with someone who also looks like they have been reading too many memos.
This recipe is not classified. This recipe has no security clearance. You may share it with anyone. You may write it on a napkin and leave it on a bus. You may read it aloud in a tone of voice that suggests you are casting a spell and you would not be wrong.
The pancake does not remediate. The pancake does not contaminate. The pancake does not deconstruct or reconstruct or metabolize or resist metabolization. The pancake sits on the plate and steams quietly and waits for you to eat it. It is warm and it will be eaten and this is not a tragedy. This is breakfast.
Make extra batter. Someone else is going to smell it and come in and look at you with that look that says I have also been inside the machine and you will not need to say anything. Just hand them a plate.
YIELD: ENOUGH. ALWAYS ENOUGH. MAKES ENOUGH.