Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25346013-20141030072755

Digital log #03869 Year 2309 User: Anonymous WARNING TO ALL I have been working in a museum called Delphi for past six years. The museum specializes in art, but not art like you would see in other museums. We specialize in something that is known as Dead Art. Think of this art as a form of cremation, like turning a dead person you cherish in to a diamond. Thought instead of the usual method of preserving corpses for display we, well technically the machine which is called The Artist, turns them in to paintings. Each painting is unique based on time since death and cause. The Artist scans a persons body after death one layer at a time and then makes a painting out of it, then labels it with the cause of death followed by the date and person’s name. Here at the museum we have strict routines. One person helps work on paintings while the rest, file new paintings, take inventory, clean the museum and put up any new paintings which The Artist has made that day. A few weeks ago I was in charge of doing inventory of new paintings. I sat looking through the stack reading off the names, as I often did in order to pass time. “Car crash, drowned, strangled, shot,” occasionally coming up on interesting once such as “soda machine, wild bear, too much Ice-cream, and…” As I got to the final painting in the stack my I felt a chill go down my spine. I picked up the painting and read the tittle “The Artist”. I felt fear rising up inside me, the title indicated cause of death which didn’t make scene, if the painting was real it meant that The Artist killed the person. In all my years of working at the museum I never seen this happen. I looked over the painting trying to figure out what was going on. The painting looked like it had a screaming face drawn in different shades of red, the face itself was dark red, almost like blood. It was also missing the name of the person killed which. Finally I put it down to be discarded, thinking it was a joke after all The Artist cant kill people and always puts the name of the dead person on the painting. I managed to calm down and moved on after all I had no time for such foolish pranks. Next day as I was doing the inventory again, when a coworker came up to me asking if I saw the man that was in charge of the paintings. I told him that I didn’t see him all day, I said that I would love to help him if I didn’t have so many paintings coming in that I had to get through by the end of my shift. The man nodded and walked away leaving me to my work. Once again I started working on the same routine. But as I got to the last painting my heart froze. It was the same painting as before, with exactly the same title” The Artist”. I wanted to scream but I held it back. “The Artist is a machine”. I said to myself. “We people control the machine, this is probably a mistake in the system”. I put down the painting and went to find the manager to tell him what was happening and maybe get an explanation. He told me that everything was alright, a glitch in the program and there was nothing to worry about. That gave me a feeling of relief. Thought for some reason something felt off, he seemed awfully calm about all this, as if he wasn’t surprised at all by my news. I guess he must have noticed that I was worried because he told me to go home relax and get some rest. I decided he must be right and went home for the day. A good night sleep and a relaxing bath made me calm down. Thought since that day more and more workers have been going missing. All of them were in charge of the paintings when they disappeared. For each person missing a new painting has been appearing in the inventory, all of them titled “The Artist” and all exactly the same. Tomorrow it is my turn to help with the paintings. I am going to call in sick. I have no idea what is going on, but my guess is that something is wrong with The Artists’ programming. I am going to quit this job as I can find a new job, then I will go and report all the events to the police. I know that I might not be safe after I post this. But no matter what happens next whatever you do, Do Not, trust The Artist. Warning this Log has been marked for deletion by The Artist.  