[At the top of the post ranges a row of Chinese characters, underneath which is the translated form.]

Is anyone familiar with the child Luki? The doctors insist on retaining me for "observation", but she really shouldn't be left unsupervised. She is my roommate, and I am concerned for her. I'm sure she has been... bored.

Suzumiya.

You are all so predictable. So human. [He laughs a little at that, shaking his head, which is still marred by a faint leftover of a nasty gash. He rubs his head like a weary man, tired of repeating himself, but his laughter is clear and crisp.]

Monsters take over the night, and then fade away, and like a bad dream go ignored and forgotten. Barely mentioned. As though the event never happened. You want so badly for something familiar, something understood. You either put the rest aside or box it up where you never have to touch it again.

For a race that is said to be as inherently curious and resilient as you are, you really don't adapt. You just press forward endlessly inside your shells as though doing so will make sure nothing touches you. All across the Universe I have seen races who change, who shift and adapt and mold themselves to suit their environments. But never humans. You are greedy, selfish race. You move on to the next place, be it forest, city, country, planet or solar system. And you force it to shift and shape to your whims. It really is fascinating. Bravo.

But I am getting off track. There is a Dalek ship here. Creatures appearing and disappearing. Shadows that steal lives into a world that exists outside of time, in another space. We are on a hypothetical island no one can escape from and which is theoretically adapting us to a reality it will tell us nothing about. What part of any of this allows your simple minds to continue treating day to day life as though it were nothing more than 'another day' in your own reality? 

You claim you wish to escape. I have seen only a few make that attempt.

[He leans forward, really fixing the camera with a long, hard look. A smile that might have been warm and charming in other circumstances.]

I think you enjoy it. You crave this monotonous control they hold over your lives because outside that barrier is a greater unknown than the one within.

Be brave. Your precious guardians believe you to be oh so brave, and you put on a good show of pretending to want to leave, but what have you really done? And whenever someone offers to make a stand, who rises up to stand behind them? A rag tag band as divided as they claim to be unified.

Our captors must never be bored, watching their little lab rats scurry about the maze, thinking themselves to be working toward the exit when all they do is constantly allow themselves to be placated by cheese.

Bravo, New Moore.

[He makes a show of clapping three times before flicking the feed off.]

I'm glad to see that things are getting back to what passes for normal around here. After being holed up in that chemistry lab and fighting off those terrible creatures, I think a little relaxation is well-deserved for everyone.

For those of you who have sustained injuries from the event, or, I suppose any others in the future, I should like to volunteer my services as a surgeon and physician.

I'm still writing up the post about the murders, so expect that sometime soon.

( [Private: Sherlock] )

I deeply regret to inform... whoever it is that has my...acquaintance bound that I'm unfortunately going to need him back.

You see, he's done nothing wrong and does not deserve, shall we say, being bound to a chair under threat of spraybottle. That is just cruel and unusual and I'm afraid I can't have that.

So if you would kindly release him, I shall be most grateful to you. Perhaps I might be able to offer something in exchange for his release, yes? I do believe that you are a reasonable chap, and believe that some common ground may be able to be reached between us.

Thank you.