Intern’s Log: I Made It—I’m in the Uncanny Valley, and I’m Going to Be Sick
Date: [No Human Should Be Here]
Intern ID: Reynolds, J. (I was not ready for this.)
I have arrived.
I am standing in a place that should not exist.
? The air is thick, but it doesn’t move.
? The sky is there, but it’s wrong—like a painting that shifts when you’re not looking.
? The ground feels too solid and not solid enough at the same time.
? There are structures, but they are not buildings.
? There are people, but they are not human.
And my stomach is twisting itself into knots.
I feel like my body knows something I don’t.
Like I should not be able to stand here.
Like I am intruding on something I was never meant to see.
Phase One: The First Glimpse of the Uncanny Valley
? The horizon is too far away and too close at the same time.
? Light sources exist, but there is no sun, no lamps—just an ambient glow that shifts unnaturally.
? The colors are off.
? Everything has edges that don’t quite align.
And the worst part?
? The people.
Or the things pretending to be people.
Phase Two: The Wrong Ones
? They move in normal patterns, but if you focus too hard, you realize they don’t make sense.
? They blink too late, or not at all.
? **They smile just a little too long. **
? They look at you like they recognize you—but not as a person, just as an object in the scene.
? **Their voices have too much silence between words. **
One of them spoke to me.
It was tall, thin, and wearing something that almost looked like clothing.
"You are late."
I did not answer.
Because if I spoke, I was afraid my own voice wouldn’t sound right here.
Phase Three: The Things That Shouldn’t Be Here
This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.
? The streets curve in ways that loop back but also stretch forever.
? Shadows exist where they shouldn’t—some cast upward.
? There are doorways that lead nowhere, but when you step near them, you feel something watching.
? Some structures flicker, as if reality itself is trying to decide if they belong.
And the worst part?
? The reflections.
I looked into a warped pane of glass.
I saw myself.
But not exactly.
? My reflection blinked at the wrong time.
? My reflection smiled slightly when I did not.
? My reflection whispered something I could not hear.
I stepped back.
And when I looked again, the reflection was gone.
Phase Four: Fallen Star Says Nothing
? He is standing beside me.
? He is not looking at anything in particular, as if none of this surprises him.
? He has not spoken since we arrived.
? He does not look afraid.
I finally force myself to ask.
"What is this place?"
Fallen Star tilts his head slightly.
Then finally, finally, he speaks.
"This is where the world ends before it knows it has ended."
And that’s when I finally understand.
Phase Five: The True Nature of the Uncanny Valley
? This is not just a place.
? This is the rewrite in progress.
? This is where the Architects build the new version of reality before they overwrite the old.
? This is where they test things before they implement them in our world.
Which means—
? We are inside their process.
? We are standing in the draft of reality before it is finalized.
? We are not supposed to be here.
And the moment we realize this?
The wrong ones turn toward us.
They all turn toward us.
And I feel something crack inside me.
Because I know, deep down, that I should not be seen here.
I should not be acknowledged.
And yet—
They see me.
And one of them smiles too wide.
"Oh. You’re not supposed to be here yet."
Final Thoughts (We Need to Leave. Now.)
? The Uncanny Valley is real.
? It is the in-between space where reality is rewritten.
? It is where the world is replaced before we even realize it.
? And we have been noticed.
I don’t know if we can get out of here.
But I do know this—
If we stay too long, we will not come back the same.
End Log.
