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Project Scorpion Day 25
6 years ago
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The Key of Joy is disobedience Audio-to-text translation of the recording of Project Scorpion. "Kill" by H̷e̸a̴d̵ R̶̫̄ĕ̸͍s̵̨͒e̶͕̿a̵͓͂r̶̨̽c̴͇̔h̴̰̉ẽ̶̘r̷̲͐ R. Dillinger
Roxanne. Roxanne Hollister. That is her name. That is the name of the subject, the source of the "liquid" that was supposed to generate the medicine. Fuck... I might as well come clean right away. I saw her twitch just now. I've been hearing nothing but bad things coming from the table.
This project was set up to create a vaccination against pretty much every tough disease there is. Given that this mutation Roxanne has, is currently the most deadly. However, it has not consumed her completely. I have seen what it looks like when fully mutated and that is unlike anything I have ever seen. They turn into insects, spiders and other creepy crawlies. And not just organic life forms, but machinery as well. Turns out, this is a parasitic species that can assimilate both living beings and machinery. Turning them into a hive-mind driven race covered in a crystallized, purple skin. They are known... as Aparoids. What an incredible discovery! And Roxanne is at least partially immune to this!
Now I understand the way Newman was thinking. If we can get the substance from Roxanne's body that actively destroys or prevents the process, why would it not work on other diseases as well? I can imagine the headlines already... and so could Newman I presume. But when the miracle product did not show up in time, I figured some wires in his brain got a little tangled. It didn't. Newman did have something personal against Roxanne. He must have had this theory for a long time because they met before but she refused to participate in any experimentation. So he just took her. Like an object to be studied upon. And I was his instrument.
Between the blissful moments of silence in the lab, I have seen her foam at the mouth, shriek like a banshee, bellow like a beast and curse as often as possible. The words usually involving Newman in some form. She must be in so much pain. And there is no way to numb it because there is no more anesthetic. I'm... starting to feel her pain. I'm feeling the weight of everything I participated in crash down on top of me. It won't be long until that feeling is no longer just emotional, but psychical too. But you know what... in some sort of weird way, I'm proud of what I tried to do.
I did not go into this project thinking about experimenting on some poor woman for my own sick curiosity. I was genuinely trying to help everyone with creating the ultimate vaccine. But I was a pawn in a scheme where I not no know how of. At least, not until it was too late. Newman created a monster when he did not get his way, preferring outright killing over noble healing. But this pawn wasn't going to let him just do that. In a moment of complete apathy, I walked over to the table, grabbed a scalpel and held it against Roxanne's neck. Every fiber in my body was telling me to push, to break the skin, slit it open and be done with it. Then her eyes opened. Her pupils were enlarged and her sclera was red. She looked me dead in the eye and managed to grab my lab coat with her enormous mutated arm. A small tug was enough to make me drop the scalpel before I received a nice big blob of spit in my face coming for her. She still had fight left in her and above all, a consciousness. She knew who she was still.
She did... even the worst of conditions, she still knew who she was. What she stood for and what she wanted to do. For me, it was looking into a mirror universe. I felt like I had so much more to lose but here is she is fighting for herself. And I won't even fight for my family, let alone myself. I removed the straps that held her in place and went back to my chair at my desk. Attempting to once again get past the server. And finally I managed to do that. Right now... day 25 of the project.
I'm dead tired, I'm famished, I'm dirty and I'm alone. And if I think about it, I'm proud of what I did. Undoing her straps, freeing whenever she would see fit? The best decision I ever made since marrying my beautiful wife Alexis. And getting two little parasites with her as well. Heh... parasites. How fitting given the circumstances. The parasite currently with me? It seems to have won the battle against Roxanne. I have seen the horns on her right arm grow and mold with each other, creating a scythe. Her right eye has been completely engulfed in purple crystals and her right arm? It could be even taller than me at this point. The twitching and spasming has stopped. I think the process is complete. Newman has her monster...
...
...
...
Or... maybe not? I just went by to check on her. Her one working looked at me again. She tried to lift her hand and open her mouth but she looked weaker then before. Not that she is dying but she is not aggressive towards me. If the Aparoid parasite had completely overtaken her, then she would be all over me in the worst way. I think there is still Roxanne in there. I don't know her, but she knows Newman. And hates his guts. So do I...
Day 25Roxanne. Roxanne Hollister. That is her name. That is the name of the subject, the source of the "liquid" that was supposed to generate the medicine. Fuck... I might as well come clean right away. I saw her twitch just now. I've been hearing nothing but bad things coming from the table.
This project was set up to create a vaccination against pretty much every tough disease there is. Given that this mutation Roxanne has, is currently the most deadly. However, it has not consumed her completely. I have seen what it looks like when fully mutated and that is unlike anything I have ever seen. They turn into insects, spiders and other creepy crawlies. And not just organic life forms, but machinery as well. Turns out, this is a parasitic species that can assimilate both living beings and machinery. Turning them into a hive-mind driven race covered in a crystallized, purple skin. They are known... as Aparoids. What an incredible discovery! And Roxanne is at least partially immune to this!
Now I understand the way Newman was thinking. If we can get the substance from Roxanne's body that actively destroys or prevents the process, why would it not work on other diseases as well? I can imagine the headlines already... and so could Newman I presume. But when the miracle product did not show up in time, I figured some wires in his brain got a little tangled. It didn't. Newman did have something personal against Roxanne. He must have had this theory for a long time because they met before but she refused to participate in any experimentation. So he just took her. Like an object to be studied upon. And I was his instrument.
Between the blissful moments of silence in the lab, I have seen her foam at the mouth, shriek like a banshee, bellow like a beast and curse as often as possible. The words usually involving Newman in some form. She must be in so much pain. And there is no way to numb it because there is no more anesthetic. I'm... starting to feel her pain. I'm feeling the weight of everything I participated in crash down on top of me. It won't be long until that feeling is no longer just emotional, but psychical too. But you know what... in some sort of weird way, I'm proud of what I tried to do.
I did not go into this project thinking about experimenting on some poor woman for my own sick curiosity. I was genuinely trying to help everyone with creating the ultimate vaccine. But I was a pawn in a scheme where I not no know how of. At least, not until it was too late. Newman created a monster when he did not get his way, preferring outright killing over noble healing. But this pawn wasn't going to let him just do that. In a moment of complete apathy, I walked over to the table, grabbed a scalpel and held it against Roxanne's neck. Every fiber in my body was telling me to push, to break the skin, slit it open and be done with it. Then her eyes opened. Her pupils were enlarged and her sclera was red. She looked me dead in the eye and managed to grab my lab coat with her enormous mutated arm. A small tug was enough to make me drop the scalpel before I received a nice big blob of spit in my face coming for her. She still had fight left in her and above all, a consciousness. She knew who she was still.
She did... even the worst of conditions, she still knew who she was. What she stood for and what she wanted to do. For me, it was looking into a mirror universe. I felt like I had so much more to lose but here is she is fighting for herself. And I won't even fight for my family, let alone myself. I removed the straps that held her in place and went back to my chair at my desk. Attempting to once again get past the server. And finally I managed to do that. Right now... day 25 of the project.
I'm dead tired, I'm famished, I'm dirty and I'm alone. And if I think about it, I'm proud of what I did. Undoing her straps, freeing whenever she would see fit? The best decision I ever made since marrying my beautiful wife Alexis. And getting two little parasites with her as well. Heh... parasites. How fitting given the circumstances. The parasite currently with me? It seems to have won the battle against Roxanne. I have seen the horns on her right arm grow and mold with each other, creating a scythe. Her right eye has been completely engulfed in purple crystals and her right arm? It could be even taller than me at this point. The twitching and spasming has stopped. I think the process is complete. Newman has her monster...
...
...
...
Or... maybe not? I just went by to check on her. Her one working looked at me again. She tried to lift her hand and open her mouth but she looked weaker then before. Not that she is dying but she is not aggressive towards me. If the Aparoid parasite had completely overtaken her, then she would be all over me in the worst way. I think there is still Roxanne in there. I don't know her, but she knows Newman. And hates his guts. So do I...
DarkriderX
~darkriderx
oooh? the makings of a truce?
