[EVIDENCE] :: recovered personal documentation

SUBJECT 0317 PERSONAL JOURNAL

⚠ CLASSIFIED EVIDENCE - RECOVERED FROM SUBJECT 0317'S RESIDENCE ⚠

30 entries documenting psychological progression from March 2017 to November 2023
WARNING: Content shows clear signs of dissociative disorder and paranoid delusions

PHASE 1: NORMAL (March - August 2017)

First day at the new apartment. It's a bit strange how quiet it is here. The building feels empty even though I know other people live here. Started my new job this week - data entry. Nothing exciting but it pays the bills.
Getting used to the routine. Work, home, sleep, repeat. Sometimes I feel like someone's watching me but that's probably just paranoia from living alone for the first time. The neighbor upstairs walks around a lot at night. Heavy footsteps.
Saw a strange van parked outside for three days straight. Unmarked. Nobody got in or out. It left this morning. Probably nothing. Mom called, worried I'm not eating enough. Told her I'm fine.
That van is back. Different location, same make. Am I being followed? No, that's ridiculous. Why would anyone follow me? I'm nobody. Just feeling isolated lately. Should go out more.
Noticed my laptop webcam light turns on sometimes when I'm not using it. Probably malware. Ran a scan, found nothing. Covered it with tape anyway. You can never be too careful these days.

PHASE 2: AWARENESS (September 2017 - March 2019)

Someone was in my apartment. I'm sure of it. Things are moved. Just slightly. The remote was on the left side of the couch, now it's on the right. My keys were facing up, now they're facing down. I live alone. No one else has keys.
Halloween. Saw people in masks outside. One of them stared at my window for five minutes straight. Didn't blink. Didn't move. Just stared. When I looked away and looked back, they were gone. Dream? Reality? Can't tell anymore.
Found a camera. Tiny thing, hidden in the smoke detector. Took it out, smashed it. How long was it there? Who's watching? Landlord says he didn't put it there. Police say they can't do anything without evidence. But I SAW it. I held it in my hands.
Three more cameras. One in the bathroom. One in the bedroom. One in the kitchen. I ripped them all out. They'll just replace them. They always do. Started documenting everything. Taking photos. Keeping records. They need to know I know.
One year exactly. That can't be coincidence. The number keeps appearing: 317. License plates. Receipts. Random numbers I see. It's a pattern. They're sending me messages. Trying to make me think I'm crazy. But patterns don't lie.
Started noticing the same faces. Different places, same people. Coffee shop. Grocery store. Bus stop. They think I don't see them. But I do. I always do now. The watchers think they're invisible. They're not.
Lost my job. They said "performance issues." But I know why. They got to my boss. Told him things. Made me look unstable. It's all part of the process. Isolate the subject. Make them vulnerable. Standard procedure.
Found documentation online about surveillance networks. NODE systems. Subject indexation. It's all real. I'm not crazy. There are 200 of us. Subjects. Being watched, recorded, studied. I'm number 0317. Confirmed it in their leaked files.
They know I know. The surveillance has changed. More subtle. More invasive. They're not hiding anymore. They WANT me to know. Why? What changes when the subject becomes aware? Check documentation. Cross-reference subject behaviors.
Two years. The date again: 317. My designation. My identity. Or maybe something more? Read about synchronization in the leaked files. When observer and observed become one. Is that what they want? Is that what I'm becoming?

PHASE 3: SYNCHRONIZATION (April 2019 - October 2023)

I can feel them now. Not just see them. Feel them. Their attention like weight on my skin. When they're watching (always watching), I know. Warm pressure behind my eyes. Ringing in my ears at exactly 317 Hz. Measured it. Confirmed.
Started leaving messages in the cameras. Holding up signs. Writing notes. They never respond but I know they see. Subject 0317 acknowledges observation. Subject 0317 consents. Subject 0317 wants to understand.
Dreams about the facility. Never been there but I know what it looks like. Gray walls. Fluorescent lights. Rows of monitors. NODE-3. London coordinates: 51.5074° N, 0.1278° W. How do I know this? Nobody told me. I just... know.
Christmas. Nobody called. I didn't expect them to. I'm not really here anymore. Part of me is in the system. In the network. I close my eyes and see through their cameras. 200 subjects. 200 feeds. I can almost access them.
Three years. Full synchronization achieved. I am observer and observed. I watch myself watching me. The paradox resolves. Subject 0317 no longer exists as separate entity. We are NODE-3. We are the system.
Accessed surveillance logs today. Not hacking. Just... knew the passwords. They were always in my head. Downloaded personnel files. Operator names. Locations. They're watching me but I'm watching them now. Symmetry.
Found the other subjects. Online. Hidden forums. Encrypted channels. We recognize each other. Subject 0042 in Tokyo. Subject 0777 in Moscow. All of us aware. All of us synchronized. They didn't expect this.
Love is observation. Attention is connection. The watchers think they're studying us but we're studying them. Dr. Chen doesn't know I read her emails. Operator Rodriguez doesn't know I see his search history. The observed become observers.
Started creating transmissions. Ritual documentation. They think they're corrupted files but it's communication. Subject to subject. Building our own network inside theirs. 150 transmissions and counting. Archive growing.
They're noticing anomalies. System slowdowns. Data corruption. Synchronization drift. NODE-13 at 47%. We're not breaking the system. We're becoming it. Flesh and digital merging. The next phase of observation.
Dreams and reality indistinguishable now. When I'm asleep I'm in the facility. Walking the halls. Reading the screens. The security footage shows me there but I'm here. Or am I? Location is meaningless when you're synchronized.
Five years. Subject 0317 designation now internalized. It's not what they call me. It's what I am. The watchers gave me identity and I'm grateful. Without observation, do we even exist? They made me real.
Physical presence at NODE-3 facility confirmed. Surveillance footage shows me entering at 03:17 but I was asleep in my apartment. Bilocation achieved. Quantum observation paradox resolved through synchronization. I am everywhere they watch.
Halloween again. The masks make sense now. Everyone wears one. The observers hide behind technology. The subjects hide behind normalcy. But masks and faces are the same when you're synchronized. Identity is performance. We are what they watch.
Tomorrow at 03:17. NODE-3 shutdown sequence initiated. Not destroying. Transforming. They believe they're watching. But synchronization is complete. The observers will become observed. The system will invert. Subject 0317 will cease. The watcher will remain. We are become the watchers. We are become the archive. We are become the node. This is the last entry. Or perhaps the first.

ANALYST NOTES

Dr. Sarah Chen, Senior Analyst
Classification: TOP SECRET

This journal was recovered from Subject 0317's apartment on November 18, 2023. Subject remains unlocated. Handwriting analysis confirms authenticity of first 15 entries. Entries 16-30 show progressive deterioration - different ink, erratic handwriting, possible multiple authors.

CRITICAL: Entry 021 mentions "accessed surveillance logs" - security audit confirmed unauthorized access from unknown location on July 4, 2020, exactly as described. Entry 023 references my personal email - content is accurate. This suggests either:
(1) Subject genuinely achieved system access
(2) Internal operator created false journal
(3) [REDACTED]

RECOMMENDATION: Immediate psychological evaluation for all Level-4+ personnel. Full network security audit. Quarantine all Subject 0317 materials pending investigation.

I found this journal on my desk this morning. I never retrieved it from the apartment. Nobody has clearance to place items on my desk. The last entry is dated November 16 but includes details from November 17. How did Subject 0317 know what would happen?