An interview with Evan Smith

Cunningham: Well it's real nice of your parents to let me do this.
Smith: They would do anything for you. You saved me.
C: Honestly, I didn't do much... are you ready for do this?
S: I'll provide the little I can.
C: First of all, how did it all start?
S: I was on a camping trip with my girlfriend and her brother.
C: Were you attacked?
S: No. It wasn't like that. Everything went fine during the trip but then they both left together and I had to walk a couple yards alone to my own car. It was dark so I couldn't see where I was going but I could definitely hear something. You know like in the movies when the girl hears walking and she stops and the walking stops a split second after.
C: Yes. I know what you mean. Continue.
S: Well the difference was that I didn't stop, I just kept walking and increased my speed. When I finally did stop to listen a hand came from the left and cupped over my mouth. Then I just passed out.
C: I assume he then took you to the place where we found you.
S: I have no clue what happened in between but when I woke up I couldn't see anything. I had a like a bag or some clothing over my head and my hands and legs were tied to a chair.
C: Did you hear anything?
S: Well yeah. There was a humming... a constant, mechanical humming. Sometimes I heard faint screams.
C: Is that it?
S: Not at all. There was a voice. It wasn't natural so I couldn't tell if it was a guy or girl.
C: A voice changer right?
S: I assume so. He.. or whatever it didn't say much. Kept throwing proverbs at me...
C: What kind of proverbs?
S: I don't remember. Like something about fools making rules and how the heresy of his actions will once be the saying of a wise man. The first one is not that but along those lines; the second is pretty accurate.
C: Did he say anything else?
S: No. He... it wouldn't respond to any of my questions or insults. Nothing at all.
C: Well-
S: Sorry. That's it...
C: One last thing. You didn't work for a Grand Gaia Industries by any chance?
S: No. Not that I know of...
C: Did you ever know a Fred Davis?
S: Where did you get that name from?
C: Did you?
S: Yes... he was my roommate in college... Why?
C: He has recently gone missing and we think it might have to do with the same person that kidnapped you.
S: I didn't know him very well. He was always working in his corner.
C: Working?
S: Can you believe it? Someone was actually working in college. No, but yeah, he would sit at his desk every night and keep a journal of everything that happened to him during the day. Apparently it was for a club he was part of. He invited me to participate but I told him I was never really into writing.
C: That's it?
S: Yeah that's it. I hope he's okay.
C: I wouldn't worry too much. Once again, thank you so much...

What do you guys think?
Cunningham


Update:
News about the machine. It seems to be an elaborate container. There's a construction crew working on it but they don't want to dismantle anything in case there is a bomb of some sort inside. I guess we're going to have to test this thing for chemical or bomb threats. The problem is, the police still isn't recognizing this as an important case. I doubt we'll be able to get our hands on some bomb specialists or such. WHY CAN'T WE JUST OPEN THE GODDAMN THING?