Rachel Blake Post 001 Vik, Iceland.
Smile, you're on purse cam. I'm about to meet with Armand Zander, director of the Vik Institute, where that mathematician just happened to be visiting a mental patient. Wish me luck.
Armand: We are, of course, very strict about enforcing visiting hours, but mistakes do happen.
Rachel: I know that's the story you practiced, and it's convincing, but I'm not from the Times, Doctor.
Armand: I, uhh-- Who are you?
Rachel: Just a concerned citizen.
Armand: No, you have 3 seconds to come clean before I walk out.
Rachel: I read your letter.
Armand: What letter?
Rachel:The one to Mittelwerk, about the savants, the forced memory tests, the "third basement"? They've lied to you, they're lying to everyone, they don't want the world to know that Vigi Benoffski was at your institute, why!?
Armand: I can't talk to you..
Rachel: Listen, I might not be from the Times, but if you walk out that door, the people knocking at your door tomorrow, they will be!
Armand: I--I didn't know what I was getting into when I took this job.
Rachel: And what are you getting into?
Armand: You--You read my letter. The third basement, Miss Blake, it's not full of mental patients! They are mathe--mathematicians! Pulled from the world's finest, paid to come in, undercover, and work in secret, only I'm sure some of them don't want to be there. I don't know. They work day and night on this equation. And there's the savants.
Rachel: What about them?
Armand: These are autistic savants, Miss Blake, their computational powers are unsurpassed! They keep them in this room, it's comfortable, I've seen to that, first and foremost I am a doctor. But all day, they are running this equation over and over, over--
Rachel: What kind of equation is this?
Armand: It's like nothing I've seen. There are these--symbols. I asked one of the mathematicians, and he said they were representational.
Rachel: Representational of what?
Armand: I've always thought they looked like, Egyptian hieroglyphics. There are five, maybe six of them in there, and, it's a vulture, a staff, a--
Rachel: You need to show me them.
Armand: I've answered your questions, Miss Blake, now answer mine. Who are you? Why are you doing this?
Rachel: The answer to that is the reason that I can't tell you. Trust me, you're safer not knowing. Dr. Zander, while you still have a chance, get away from them.
Armand: (scoffs) There is no getting away from them. Haven't you realized that yet?