The Diary of Oswin Oswald
Day 1
I feel like I'm in some terrible nightmare - although it's more like a dream because nothing bad's happened. Yet. I remember being in my white fur coat and equipment with my team on the Alaska, but the last thing I remember was us crashing. I woke up in what looks to be a very homely ship cockpit with some form of periscope; I can see an icy plain.
In the ship, there's a hammock, a fridge, a comfy chair and a radio (with classical music! I'm listening to the whole of Carmen right now). It feels a little too homely, though, as if there's everything I want-- Wait! Am I in a coma? Is this a coma dream? I wrote 'Day 1' at the top because things feel like they're going in real-time, so I'm presuming it's going to go in days - coma? Unless it really is going in real-time and this is really happening right now and I'm not in some terrible coma-induced nightmare/dream.
Things feel real - nothing is odd (except for the fact that I ended up in this weird room in my favourite red dress and there's everything I like). Should get some sleep - it's been an odd, long day to say the least. Might make something to eat from the stuff in the fridge. There's not much in there - the only thing I can think of with those ingredients is a soufflé. So I'll have that.
Day 2
I was right, it is going to last over a span of multiple days, which narrows it down to a coma or real life.I woke this morning feeling hungry. Suppose you would be after waking up in a strange but homely place after your ship crashed. Made a soufflé again, which was nice. Didn't do much else; looked through the periscope for a bit, listened to some more Carmen, did this diary, you know, like you do.
Weird thing, though, I heard some strange screaming earlier. It's harsh and grating. You know when you live near a railway or an airport and you hear a train or an aeroplane (hey, that rhymes)? Kinda like that. It's something I probably have to get used to. Helps to check the defenses.
Anyway, I'm getting hungry again. Might have another soufflé...
Day 3
Today, I woke up, had some boiled eggs, some milk, listened to some more music, looked through the periscope, same old, same old.But then I found a laptop hidden behind the fridge. Not an everyday laptop with everyday stuff like Google, though. It was mainly codes. Fortunately, I'm good with computers. With help from the control panel, I managed to intercept another signal from nearby. I hacked into some nearby cameras to show me what was going on, and I'll tell you, I was shocked.
There were several cameras I could flick through. I saw... machines... like tanks... different but similar shapes and sizes... different colours... mainly bronze, but I saw silver, blue and grey, too. Most cameras showed me pretty much the same thing... except one.
I saw a white room, like a padded cell. Is this an asylum for broken miniature tanks? Most looked dead, some moved about normally, some moved about erratically, but they all looked broken in some way. Dusty, parts fallen off, things like that. One of the rooms showed some dead ones in cages. Well, I thought they were dead, anyway. I typed a few codes in, and they woke up. Is it some kind of intensive care?
Well, I've seen and been through a lot today. I'll have a soufflé and go to sleep.
Day 4
I'm tired. I can tell I'll be here, scoffing down soufflés, for a long time. Will I be here the rest of my life? Hmm, that's a thought. Can't complain though; big fan of soufflés. Am I going to get an unhealthy addiction to them? Well, that's food for thought.
Anyway, looked more into the computer hacking today. I managed to recieve a strange signal coming from somewhere above by typing in a code and connecting the laptop to the radio. It was that harsh grating scream again, just more like... a normal voice.
Don't get me wrong, still nothing like a proper voice. It was as if there were different voices having a conversation. Jumped out of my seat a minute later; probably at least a million voices shouted out at full volume. Is this some form of council; a parliament? Judging by the voices, they don't seem like a civilised lot.
Well, that's all I've managed to work out for tonight. The plot unfolds...
Day 5
After having some trial-and-error (and several burnt oven gloves), I managed to create a simple translator device that operates by analysing the frequencies and speech patterns to translate the voices from the radio output connected to the signal I discovered via the hacking yesterday (that's a long sentence), and what I found was jaw-dropping. It went something like this:
Booming voice: The plan-et Dec-ur-oni-us Al-pha has been des-troyed.
Higher-pitched voice: Excellent. We shall launch our attack upon its moons.
Booming voice: I o-bey. Da-lek squad-ron six is to be dep-loyed.
Many voices: We o-bey!
All of them were still harsh and grating. The higher-pitched voice seemed to command a commander, which was the booming voice, and the drones were the middle voices. Guess they're called 'Daleks'. Got to investigate more soon, like those voices I heard, the screaming, and investigate more of the hacking. Soufflés make you smarter.
Well, we have plot development!
Day 6
The plot thickens! After having a burnt soufflé this morning, I decided to look further into the Dalek signals. Playing Carmen in the background (helps me relax), I hacked and hacked and hacked 'till I discovered a rather peculiar thing. It was like some sort of linked mind - a huge Dalek internet, the PathWeb.Did a little 'experiment' with this. After locating a certain room (the one with the cages; the 'intensive care') with sleeping Daleks on the laptop, I had a little trial-and-error. The Daleks were fine (awake, still), but after this trial-and-error, I managed to do something odd. Not sure what, entirely, but after finding the Daleks were identified as being survivors of planets such as Aridius, Kembel, Vulcan, Spiridon and Exxilon, I switched the surveillance link on.
The Daleks looked mad, crazed, trying to escape. They looked like they were being tortured and tortured. With past memories...
Day 7
Has it really been a week? ...Feels like a month. I have a headache; feels like I'm going insane, too. Keep calm and eat soufflés, I said to myself. Those soufflés, along with Carmen, are just about the only things keeping me sane.That screaming... it's disturbing. It happened last night. The sound of tortured souls. I have a bit of... pity... for them. I try to block it out as much as possible, but it seems to get louder and louder.
I averted focus from them; I instead turned it to the PathWeb. Seems to be vital for the Daleks. Figured out that the Daleks are capable of unimaginable power from the transmission the other day, though they don't use it for good. What should I do?
I'll have a sleep. I want my mind to stay fresh...
Day 8
Went to sleep last night hoping it would make my mind fresh for today; I was wrong. It would have been better staying awake. I had a horrible nightmare.
I was standing in the middle of the Asylum wearing the white coat from when I was on the Alaska. I was surrounded by at least twenty-five Daleks, who were screaming and screaming and were fighting for their lives. They were moving closer and closer and closer towards me and I tried as hard as I could to escape, but I couldn't. They seemed to be getting more and more insane as they got closer, and me, too. I started screaming also as they got closer. As they converged around me, Everything flashed then went black. I heard the word 'ex-ter-min-ate' in the Daleks' voice solemnly.
Don't know what this means, but I think I'll wait another night before I search more into the PathWeb and find answers. In the meantime, I think I'll calm myself down with a soufflé...
Day 9
No more distractions! I looked more into the Dalek thing today. In one room, I typed in a certain code and the Daleks fell asleep. I thought to myself, 'I could use this to my advantage; what if I deactivated the Daleks in the main hall? It would stop them from conquering and destroying...' So that's what I did.
They got payback, though, naturally. Their leader seemed to be a pink, tentacled blob inside a glass dome. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be connected to the PathWeb - he controlled it instead. He turned the Daleks back on.Back to the drawing board.
Day 10
Today was the day I beat the Daleks. It takes a brilliant mind to topple an army. With a laptop. Here's how it went:Once I had woken up as dawn broke over the snowy hills, I cooked a soufflé (surprise, surprise) to refresh my body and mind, successfully. I hacked into the PathWeb again. Upon doing so, I "accidentally" exploded the Daleks' leader's capsule's computer bank, exploding the Daleks' leader in the process. Whoops. Good way to stall, though; I turned off all the Daleks without them being turned back on. Feel slightly better now.
I've accepted that I'm going to be here a long time with no escape. Now I've defeated the Daleks, I won't have much to keep me occupied. Of course, other than soufflés. Maybe one day, something interesting will happen again. I heard the screaming last night, but now the PathWeb's off, it should stop and it's happening again with the PathWeb turned off. It's scary to say the least. Strangely, though, when I turn the PathWeb off, I feel a shudder. Like part of me has been deactivated, too.
Wait! In the main hall of the Daleks, I can see a strange human-Dalek hybrid. Bottom half a Dalek, top half a withered man. He just turned them back on like that, my hard work ruined... I guess I've got something else to do after all. Not particularly happy, though.
For a few hours, I did what no one else had ever done. I stopped all Daleks ever. I feel fantastic.
I am Oswin Oswald. I fought the Daleks and I won.
I feel like I'm in some terrible nightmare - although it's more like a dream because nothing bad's happened. Yet. I remember being in my white fur coat and equipment with my team on the Alaska, but the last thing I remember was us crashing. I woke up in what looks to be a very homely ship cockpit with some form of periscope; I can see an icy plain.
In the ship, there's a hammock, a fridge, a comfy chair and a radio (with classical music! I'm listening to the whole of Carmen right now). It feels a little too homely, though, as if there's everything I want-- Wait! Am I in a coma? Is this a coma dream? I wrote 'Day 1' at the top because things feel like they're going in real-time, so I'm presuming it's going to go in days - coma? Unless it really is going in real-time and this is really happening right now and I'm not in some terrible coma-induced nightmare/dream.
Things feel real - nothing is odd (except for the fact that I ended up in this weird room in my favourite red dress and there's everything I like). Should get some sleep - it's been an odd, long day to say the least. Might make something to eat from the stuff in the fridge. There's not much in there - the only thing I can think of with those ingredients is a soufflé. So I'll have that.
Day 2
I was right, it is going to last over a span of multiple days, which narrows it down to a coma or real life.I woke this morning feeling hungry. Suppose you would be after waking up in a strange but homely place after your ship crashed. Made a soufflé again, which was nice. Didn't do much else; looked through the periscope for a bit, listened to some more Carmen, did this diary, you know, like you do.
Weird thing, though, I heard some strange screaming earlier. It's harsh and grating. You know when you live near a railway or an airport and you hear a train or an aeroplane (hey, that rhymes)? Kinda like that. It's something I probably have to get used to. Helps to check the defenses.
Anyway, I'm getting hungry again. Might have another soufflé...
Day 3
Today, I woke up, had some boiled eggs, some milk, listened to some more music, looked through the periscope, same old, same old.But then I found a laptop hidden behind the fridge. Not an everyday laptop with everyday stuff like Google, though. It was mainly codes. Fortunately, I'm good with computers. With help from the control panel, I managed to intercept another signal from nearby. I hacked into some nearby cameras to show me what was going on, and I'll tell you, I was shocked.
There were several cameras I could flick through. I saw... machines... like tanks... different but similar shapes and sizes... different colours... mainly bronze, but I saw silver, blue and grey, too. Most cameras showed me pretty much the same thing... except one.
I saw a white room, like a padded cell. Is this an asylum for broken miniature tanks? Most looked dead, some moved about normally, some moved about erratically, but they all looked broken in some way. Dusty, parts fallen off, things like that. One of the rooms showed some dead ones in cages. Well, I thought they were dead, anyway. I typed a few codes in, and they woke up. Is it some kind of intensive care?
Well, I've seen and been through a lot today. I'll have a soufflé and go to sleep.
Day 4
I'm tired. I can tell I'll be here, scoffing down soufflés, for a long time. Will I be here the rest of my life? Hmm, that's a thought. Can't complain though; big fan of soufflés. Am I going to get an unhealthy addiction to them? Well, that's food for thought.
Anyway, looked more into the computer hacking today. I managed to recieve a strange signal coming from somewhere above by typing in a code and connecting the laptop to the radio. It was that harsh grating scream again, just more like... a normal voice.
Don't get me wrong, still nothing like a proper voice. It was as if there were different voices having a conversation. Jumped out of my seat a minute later; probably at least a million voices shouted out at full volume. Is this some form of council; a parliament? Judging by the voices, they don't seem like a civilised lot.
Well, that's all I've managed to work out for tonight. The plot unfolds...
Day 5
After having some trial-and-error (and several burnt oven gloves), I managed to create a simple translator device that operates by analysing the frequencies and speech patterns to translate the voices from the radio output connected to the signal I discovered via the hacking yesterday (that's a long sentence), and what I found was jaw-dropping. It went something like this:
Booming voice: The plan-et Dec-ur-oni-us Al-pha has been des-troyed.
Higher-pitched voice: Excellent. We shall launch our attack upon its moons.
Booming voice: I o-bey. Da-lek squad-ron six is to be dep-loyed.
Many voices: We o-bey!
All of them were still harsh and grating. The higher-pitched voice seemed to command a commander, which was the booming voice, and the drones were the middle voices. Guess they're called 'Daleks'. Got to investigate more soon, like those voices I heard, the screaming, and investigate more of the hacking. Soufflés make you smarter.
Well, we have plot development!
Day 6
The plot thickens! After having a burnt soufflé this morning, I decided to look further into the Dalek signals. Playing Carmen in the background (helps me relax), I hacked and hacked and hacked 'till I discovered a rather peculiar thing. It was like some sort of linked mind - a huge Dalek internet, the PathWeb.Did a little 'experiment' with this. After locating a certain room (the one with the cages; the 'intensive care') with sleeping Daleks on the laptop, I had a little trial-and-error. The Daleks were fine (awake, still), but after this trial-and-error, I managed to do something odd. Not sure what, entirely, but after finding the Daleks were identified as being survivors of planets such as Aridius, Kembel, Vulcan, Spiridon and Exxilon, I switched the surveillance link on.
The Daleks looked mad, crazed, trying to escape. They looked like they were being tortured and tortured. With past memories...
Day 7
Has it really been a week? ...Feels like a month. I have a headache; feels like I'm going insane, too. Keep calm and eat soufflés, I said to myself. Those soufflés, along with Carmen, are just about the only things keeping me sane.That screaming... it's disturbing. It happened last night. The sound of tortured souls. I have a bit of... pity... for them. I try to block it out as much as possible, but it seems to get louder and louder.
I averted focus from them; I instead turned it to the PathWeb. Seems to be vital for the Daleks. Figured out that the Daleks are capable of unimaginable power from the transmission the other day, though they don't use it for good. What should I do?
I'll have a sleep. I want my mind to stay fresh...
Day 8
Went to sleep last night hoping it would make my mind fresh for today; I was wrong. It would have been better staying awake. I had a horrible nightmare.
I was standing in the middle of the Asylum wearing the white coat from when I was on the Alaska. I was surrounded by at least twenty-five Daleks, who were screaming and screaming and were fighting for their lives. They were moving closer and closer and closer towards me and I tried as hard as I could to escape, but I couldn't. They seemed to be getting more and more insane as they got closer, and me, too. I started screaming also as they got closer. As they converged around me, Everything flashed then went black. I heard the word 'ex-ter-min-ate' in the Daleks' voice solemnly.
Don't know what this means, but I think I'll wait another night before I search more into the PathWeb and find answers. In the meantime, I think I'll calm myself down with a soufflé...
Day 9
No more distractions! I looked more into the Dalek thing today. In one room, I typed in a certain code and the Daleks fell asleep. I thought to myself, 'I could use this to my advantage; what if I deactivated the Daleks in the main hall? It would stop them from conquering and destroying...' So that's what I did.
They got payback, though, naturally. Their leader seemed to be a pink, tentacled blob inside a glass dome. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be connected to the PathWeb - he controlled it instead. He turned the Daleks back on.Back to the drawing board.
Day 10
Today was the day I beat the Daleks. It takes a brilliant mind to topple an army. With a laptop. Here's how it went:Once I had woken up as dawn broke over the snowy hills, I cooked a soufflé (surprise, surprise) to refresh my body and mind, successfully. I hacked into the PathWeb again. Upon doing so, I "accidentally" exploded the Daleks' leader's capsule's computer bank, exploding the Daleks' leader in the process. Whoops. Good way to stall, though; I turned off all the Daleks without them being turned back on. Feel slightly better now.
I've accepted that I'm going to be here a long time with no escape. Now I've defeated the Daleks, I won't have much to keep me occupied. Of course, other than soufflés. Maybe one day, something interesting will happen again. I heard the screaming last night, but now the PathWeb's off, it should stop and it's happening again with the PathWeb turned off. It's scary to say the least. Strangely, though, when I turn the PathWeb off, I feel a shudder. Like part of me has been deactivated, too.
Wait! In the main hall of the Daleks, I can see a strange human-Dalek hybrid. Bottom half a Dalek, top half a withered man. He just turned them back on like that, my hard work ruined... I guess I've got something else to do after all. Not particularly happy, though.
For a few hours, I did what no one else had ever done. I stopped all Daleks ever. I feel fantastic.
I am Oswin Oswald. I fought the Daleks and I won.