Enclosure 3 transcribes a sonar operator’s log during an unexplained subsurface contact, South Pacific:
“…contact is not evading, it’s circling. Okay, this is going to sound wrong on tape. It isn’t hunting us. It’s reading the hull. Like it’s checking who we are. Contact lost. Contact lost.”
The archive’s interest is confined to one line of the medical annex, in which a crewman under sedation repeated the sentence. He was not, at that time, a registered carrier. He is now.
These records share a thread or a tradition with this one.