day138 - ultrasonic
did you know I figured it out today? I was editing the podcast. She gets louder when she's excited, and she's often excited when we're recording (I love it more than anything), so occasionally my microphone captures her voice as an echo. So I messed around for a bit trying to fix it: a compressor here, de-reverb there. I watched the histogram dance through my words and my eyes drifted to the right of the frame. What was that little peak? Always there, beyond 20KHz, completely un-hearable. I checked her track to see if I could find it there too.
but I couldn't. it was just on mine.
I tested it again and again. New recordings, old ones, all of them from about 2020 onwards had the same frequency. it puts a lot of things in perspective so it doesn't really scare me as much as it maybe should.
there's this frequency using my voice and it makes people hate themselves. prolonged exposure turns their sadness to bitterness. Their perception of me (the Host) warps, I look like everything they want to be but can't. some people are immune thank God, but others experience it with less intensity as an indescribable aversion to the Host, a "bad vibe" so to speak. To… engage with the Host sexually seems to treat symptoms so that they become manageable, but if treatment is irregular— the effects return, often worse than before.
Army scientists have told me that when they cut into my brain they'll find and stop whatever is doing this. They assured it would humane, quick, and painless. I'm just glad that it won't mean nothing, that I'll finally be helping the world. Not many people get this kind of opportunity, you know.