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The New World: Incident Zero (Deinonychus TF)
Being a paleoveterinarian is a dangerous job, but when the genetics division makes questionable decisions and create an artificial virus the unexpected side effects become all too real. After an encounter with a deinonychus under his care one vet soon finds himself learning for himself what it is like to be one of the veterinary patients at his now permanent island assignment.
This story was my way of exploring the concept for a roleplay forum I was developing years ago, and is a revised and more detailed version than the original summary I had written in 2008 when I first came up with the idea. Currently I'm in the process of redeveloping it into a Discord RP server.
Excerpt from the log of Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
January 28, 2010
Maple-White Research Center
P.O. Pitinga, Brasil
My office looks empty now, with all of the equipment packed for the trip. I'm slated for the last bus to Manaus, following the
livestock transports. After three years working in this dilapidated shell of a facility in the middle of the jungle and in the
shadow of a giant rock, its going to be nice to see the open ocean and the modern amenities I've been promised. I just hope
nothing breaks.
Excerpt from the log of Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
February 12, 2010
Beta Site
Isla Panadero, Costa Rica
I finally arrived on the island today. The trip took us from the old Alpha site to Manaus on the rather bumpy old dirt road, at
least part of the way. We hit pavement for the last eighty or so miles. A beat up old 150some TEU container ship was loaded
with the containers from our convoy using a local crane and the supervision of pretty much every citizen who saw our dozensome trucks pass through town. I doubt we could have been any less inconspicuous.
The ship was rust covered, and I could only make out the "San" of "San Miguel Antigua" in the bow as I walked toward the
boarding ladder. I shared a room with Dr. Bill Franks, Dr. Artur Perez, and a lab assistant named Petro who stayed quiet
most of the time. Most of the journey down the Amazon and up the coast of South America was spent on the upper deck
playing cards and checking on our precious cargo every once in a while. Bill and Artur are in the genetics program, and we
spent a lot of time talking in the lounge about the projects they would be beginning once the new labs were situated.
Halfway through the Panama Canal, we made port at Gaboa, or rather pulled off to repair a leak in the rusted side of the ship
- how the thing was seaworthy was beyond me. I took the opportunity to spend a day on dry land, enjoyed a real meal and
hired a local boy as a guide to take a walk through the woods around the village.
Once in the pacific, we traveled south into the open ocean and then northwest toward the Costa Rica coastline and our
destination. The island was a sight to behold as we approached from the south, wide beaches forming a border between the
sea and distant mountains and jungle, the former visible only as a jagged line of darker sky on the horizon. As the port itself
came into view, breakwaters and concrete piers accented by metal offices and an ultramodern looking lighthouse, several
small rectangles also appeared far in the distance sticking up from the tall grass of the plains there, taking the shape of the
compound that was actually quite a drive inland.
I haven’t seen any of the assets they have already released onto the island yet, however...adding to the ultra safe design of
the facility there was a tunnel directly from the docks into the main compound wide and high enough for a few full size trucks
to carry the containers of supplies and creatures back and forth through. This time I didn’t have to share a truck as they had
a van with the new company logo painted on the side waiting for us.
The rest of today has been uneventful, the containers are still being unloaded onto trucks and transported to the paddock
loading gate for unloading tomorrow, and I've claimed my personal items and apartment. Tomorrow I'll visit my new office
and get back to work.
Excerpt from the log of Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
February 13, 2010
Beta Site
Isla Panadero, Costa Rica
The island is great! A luxury resort compared to the old Brazilian compound. I hadn't even noticed the first floor of the
apartment complex is a modern mall...I had fast food for the first time since leaving the States and it was....actually kind of
bland tasting. Looking forward to watching a movie in a REAL theater tonight. I hadn't even heard they were going to make
a new Rambo movie. I just hope the fact that half the building is still under construction doesn't mess with the sound...
My office is massive and bright compared to the old one, and I have real central air instead of that annoying grinding window
unit I had gotten used to drowning out with a CD player. Bit utilitarian but I'm told I can decorate it however I wish. The
examination rooms are also so much better than we had at the old place and there are different sizes for different classes of
creature - no more trying to examine the spinosaurs in the same rooms as compys. More exam rooms to work with as well.
After settling in, I helped the security team and Dr. Gaff with the unloading of assets. The security around the paddocks is
amazing, a technological wonder in itself. Each creature is escorted one at a time, and only one set of doors opens at a time,
all others are electronically deadbolted as a safeguard. Its kind of like an airlock system to prevent escapes into the building.
We had implanted every creature with a unique ID chip, and the computer scans it and registers with a beep and an on-wall
display each time the implant passes through a doorway which seems pretty advanced and maybe a little overkill to be
honest. I suppose they have a reason for everything.
The paddocks themselves are equally massive, and have another airlock-like caged area for passing between the paddock
and the corridor. Feeding here will be so much easier, as each paddock has a similar system for sliding in food...danger will
just be in cleaning the mess out every couple days.
Excerpt from the log of Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
October 8, 2012
Beta Site
Isla Panadero, Costa Rica
The population on the island is getting pretty heavy, and despite a high mortality rate of experimental creatures I've been
pushing in my reports to the board that some of the paddocks are near or at capacity. Its been over 3 years since the first
herbivores were released onto the island and they seem stable, and the pig, turkey, cattle and deer populations have grown
substantially as well. Its about time to release the carnivores, at least some of them.
Worse than that, some of the new assets are looking rather...odd. Bill and Artur had told me when we came here that they
were working on some pretty advanced genetic modification but its beginning to worry me some of the things they are doing.
I'm no geneticist, but I don't see how this many tweaks can be stable genetically...or good for the creatures’ health. I guess
its to be expected since we are a genetics lab complex and not some public park like the other guys tried...
Today I oversaw the physical and paddock-release of two Deinonychus from the nursery who had survived after
experimentation, ID’s DEIN-11-034 and DEIN-11-035. Siblings, and both almost completely lacking feathers! One was a
male, they nicknamed him Scrap in the hatching hall because of his mishmash appearance - gray with bright green, red, and
blue patterns, a few purple feathers scattered on his neck, and the crest of a dilophosaurus. His sister, Storm, looks like
albino with absolutely no color or feathers, just light gray scales and a menacing glare. Aside from slightly raised
temperatures and a weird reading on a couple of their blood tests that I attributed to the genetic modifications they were
healthy, but I plan to keep an eye on the both of them when I can.
Excerpt from the log of Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
October 20, 2012
Beta Site
Isla Panadero, Costa Rica
The Deinonychus paddock is a mess. Scrap and Storm fought for dominance today, between the two of them they killed the
alpha and beta of the existing pack, as well as severely wounding a couple others before security could activate the
tranquilizers in their implants. My day has involved cleaning wounds and stitching what feels like miles of surgical thread and
staples into theropod flanks and shoulders. The assistants got to clean the carnage of the paddock guarded by heavy
security...
Only one remains critical, she will be kept in one of the exam rooms for observation, the others I felt confident releasing back
into the paddock. Storm and Scrap were cut up pretty badly as well, but not badly enough to prevent Scrap from snapping at
me when he came out of the tranq early. left a nice sized cut in my own arm that needed tending and I admit in anger I gave
him a right hard slap across the muzzle before heading for the medical center. After a nice painful splash of peroxide and
getting stitched up myself, Scrap and Storm were back out in the paddock by nightfall. I was told that the pack split, most
with Scrap as the new alpha, and a few with Storm.
Excerpt from the log of Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
October 22, 2012
Beta Site
Isla Panadero, Costa Rica
I am really not feeling well. With the weather here, I've not been sick for nearly three years, so I guess I had it coming. Doc
suspects the flu, which is weird because nobody else here is sick or has been sick. Glad my room has satellite…
Excerpt from the log of Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
October 25, 2012
Beta Site
Isla Panadero, Costa Rica
My flu has gotten really bad. Its hard to concentrate on this log report even though I know I have to. Doc took some
bloodwork today to see if its anything more serious than just flu.
Unauthorized voice recording by Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
October 27, 2012
Beta Site
Isla Panadero, Costa Rica
A knock on the door woke me. I looked at the clock by my bed through hazy eyes and groaned as I saw it read two o'seven
am. Determined to keep my feverish self in bed, I rolled over under my comforter and pretended to be asleep again.
The knock sounded again, harder this time, and Dr. Bill Franks' voice hissed through the gap, "Come on Levi, I need you." I
groaned and rubbed my eyes, forcing my feet to the floor and shuffling on weak jelly legs through the living room to the
apartment door.
"I'm coming Bill. You know I'm sick..." I groaned, unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door. "What could you possibly need
at this hour...if its another swollen trike toungue I'm going to slap you with a remote."
"Geez Levi, you look terrible." He shook his head as he spoke as if judging my appearance. "I just studied you're bloodwork
and I need you to come back to the lab with me."
"My bloodwork?" I was confused. "What the hell are you doing with my bloodwork? Doc Barnes was doing the tests."
"I'll explain when we get there. Now come on." He examined my fleece pajama outfit attempting to hide a smirk, "Don't bother
getting dressed, it'll be quick."
"Bill...I'm going back to bed. Tell me tomorrow."
"No. You're coming with me now Levi." He spoke firmly, a tone he had never used toward me before. "and I mean now"
I rolled my eyes and went to shut my door in his face with a "Goodnight Bill" when I heard a hiss and felt a sting in my gut.
Looking down, I saw the gun in his hand and a tranquilizer tube stuck to my stomach, and heard my supposed friend in a
drawn out fuzzy sort of tone saying "I really didn't want to do that."
And then all went black.
I woke up groggily, strapped face down to an examination table in a room I wasn't familiar with. It seemed to be one of the
labs still under construction.
"Welcome back, Levi." Bill's voice rang behind me as he approached with one of the monitor carts. "Its been a pleasure
working with you, I assure you. Unfortunately business is business, and you have become my business." I heard the door
open and close, and Bill nodded to whoever was now standing outside my field of vision. "As I'm sure you've noticed, we've
been delving into the realm of genetic modification more than ever before, and we had several issues with corrupt DNA
compounds destabilizing our asset embryos and infants. Well last year we completed a project to provide a safeguard, a
debug program for genes as it were. A virus programmed for each species' base genome to fill in and repair any gaps or
glitches with blank slate markers."
The more he spoke, the more I dreaded the direction he was going with his explanation.
"That leads me to you. Deinonychus 12-034 bit you the other day. Somehow it infected you with the virus. My guess right
now is that since that asset is going through a maturing period the virus reactivated itself to stabilize his cellular growth and it
transferred into you through his saliva. Your human DNA is being recognized by the virus as invalid and it has begun the
process of repairing what it sees as damaged cells. Not to waste time, my point is that you are becoming a dinosaur and
there is absolutely nothing we can do to stop it. Not that we would if we could, mind you. You should be honored, studying
your change will be an astounding leap in our understanding gene replication and stabilization and if you survive and manage
to retain some of your intellect you will be able to advance our observational research into the lives of dinosaurs as well."
Through his entire speech I had been struggling against the straps, and finally managed to loosen the gag in my mouth.
"You're a monster, you know that Bill? If I survive? Not wanting to change me back? If the authorities find out about this
you'll get the chair! This is inhumane, immoral, unethical! I don't want to be a damn dinosaur!" I was straining harder as I
shouted, only to have the gag returned from behind.
"You'll come around, Mr. Moser, to seeing things our way." The voice this time was that of Michael Summerlee, both the CEO
of the company and the director of the Paleo-Genetics Division. "You said yourself that our island was like a luxury resort
and you wouldn't mind spending the rest of your life here. Yes, you'll have your perspective and lifestyle change but perhaps
you should consider this an opportunity. To be the first to experience and compare life as a human to life as an animal. To
answer for the world the age old question, Is life better for a human or an animal? We'll give you some time to think on that."
I suddenly felt tired again, the fever draining me of my strength as I felt an IV attach to my arm, and I drifted off to a
dreamless sleep.
Unauthorized voice recording by Levi Moser
October 29, 2012
Levi Moser
In and out of consciousness. So tired, so sore, so hot.
I have managed to get an occasional glimpse at my vitals in the rare times I have been awake. A near fatal 107 degree
temperature most of the time, my pulse irregular, blood pressure high and then low. I have a bit more head movement now,
although I never see anyone in the room with me. Several IVs and machines are attached to me now, at least one of them
seems to be labeled as a deinonychus blood transfusion cocktail. My skin has turned a strange gray as if it were rotting, and
yet it looks healthy otherwise.
Asleep again, and awake.
My head itches now, and in the warped and blurry reflection on a nearby cabinet I can see my body shape has changed a
little. I look distorted, a mutant from some old circus freak show, which prompts a nearly subconscious groan in a slightly
rougher voice than I remember having. I realize I was hooked up to several life support machines during my latest nap. My
entire human body was failing during the change, I could feel it. Or at least I could only assume I was feeling death.
Thoughts of Levi Moser
November 9, 2012
"Wakey, wakey pal" Bill's voice shocked me awake again.
For a moment I hoped it had all been a dream, but it wasn't. I had been moved from the flat exam table to a theropod
surgery chair, a frame holding my morphing body in a very raptor-esque pose. My vision was different, very sharp, and I
could read the screens easier. I had been asleep nearly a week!
My entire body itched and as Bill ran a hand across my muzzle I realized I probably hardly resembled a human anymore.
The itching came from all of the quills sticking out of my skin, ready to press out their plumes of feathers to cover my body. I
wanted to tell him to step off and leave me alone, but all that came out was a very familiar squeal.
That, I suppose, was at least a consolation. I was going to be a real deinonychus, not one of the theme park monsters InGen
had made popular since beginning construction on their new Jurassic World park a few years before. As the dinosaur
enthusiast I had become since taking the job with Summerlee-Challenger, I hated most of the weird oversize beasts they had
intended to display on their own island.
"Another few days and you'll be ready to meet your friends. Nod if you still understand me."
I hissed and nodded once. "Good. So far you're keeping your mind but apparently not going insane. Very promising." He
shoved a feeding tube into my clamped muzzle and patted me on the head.
I had lost track of the dates, and it was getting hard to remember the point of having dates to keep track of when Bill woke
me up next.
"Well, well, well." He grinned, "The day has come, boy."
I hissed.
"Hoooold still. That's right, just let me get this in," He continued, ignoring my threat as I felt him tighten my clams and cut into
my neck with a scalpel and the precision of an expert. I growled and hissed, remembering the control the chip implants gave
the humans over assets...dinosaurs...me. I struggled and forced myself to remember that I had been human. I knew I had
been, and it had been less than a month, but these people...they were monsters. I had been tied to a table for weeks and
subject to all manner of probing and studies. Had I been like that? I didn't think so but the details of my human life seemed
like distant memories now.
Over the next hour the incision was stitched and coated with liquid bandage and security came to fix transport collar poles to
my neck. I still knew my way around the building and I knew where I was going as they lead me back to the first level, and
into the corridor that had once fascinated me.
Bill walked with them, watching me, taking notes on his tablet the whole time. When we arrived, he opened the main gate as
they shoved me in and latched it behind me, unhooking the loops from my neck and retracting their poles after the door
closed.
When all was settled and locked and released, my former friend looked me in the eye with a cold gaze while I matched his
with an angry glare. "Welcome to your new life, Asset DEIN-12-036. Some of the assistants have nicknamed you Malechite
since your feathers are green...but i think Malek sounds better., so at least you have a regular name to fall back on. Good
luck."
When he punched the final code into the panel on the wall and the door to the paddock opened behind me, I kept my glare
for a moment. I would have revenge on him someday, somehow, and I wanted him to know I would remember his face no
matter how much my mind continued to change.
And then I turned my head, and ran into the dense brush of the paddock with a caw of warning for anyone else to stay out of
my way.
November 9, 2012
Status report
Employee PGE-008921314
From the Desk of Michael Summerlee
I regret to inform the board that Mr. Moser has “unfortunately succumbed to and passed away from complications caused by
the virus. His body will be cremated properly and respectfully to avoid contamination.” His family will be informed and
compensated with details to that effect. On a positive note asset DEIN-12-036 has been deemed in perfect health and
cleared for release with others of its species.
At present only one other staff member has contracted the disease and remains in isolation and quarantine. All sanitation
and quarantine procedures are being adhered to and there remains no need to notify the mainland of the island quarantine or
halt the transfer of new employees from the mainland to Isla Panadero.
February 16, 2013
status report
Asset DEIN-12-036
The asset has struggled to adapt and will be placed in isolation. Monitored interaction with others of its species is
recommended until it is better capable of social interaction. There is no trace of the virus in blood tests for DEIN-12-034 or
DEIN-12-036 at this time.
July 18, 2013
status report
Asset DEIN-12-036
The asset has greatly improved its abilities to communicate with others of its species and act upon instinct. Intelligence tests
show that it retains far superior intelligence to its peers and retains memories of several members of the staff. It is expected
that upon release into the wild the asset will likely become alpha of a third pack.
Under recommendation by the veterinary staff and asset management director, DEIN-12-036 was released for wilderness
observation along with the others of its species.
This story was my way of exploring the concept for a roleplay forum I was developing years ago, and is a revised and more detailed version than the original summary I had written in 2008 when I first came up with the idea. Currently I'm in the process of redeveloping it into a Discord RP server.
Excerpt from the log of Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
January 28, 2010
Maple-White Research Center
P.O. Pitinga, Brasil
My office looks empty now, with all of the equipment packed for the trip. I'm slated for the last bus to Manaus, following the
livestock transports. After three years working in this dilapidated shell of a facility in the middle of the jungle and in the
shadow of a giant rock, its going to be nice to see the open ocean and the modern amenities I've been promised. I just hope
nothing breaks.
Excerpt from the log of Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
February 12, 2010
Beta Site
Isla Panadero, Costa Rica
I finally arrived on the island today. The trip took us from the old Alpha site to Manaus on the rather bumpy old dirt road, at
least part of the way. We hit pavement for the last eighty or so miles. A beat up old 150some TEU container ship was loaded
with the containers from our convoy using a local crane and the supervision of pretty much every citizen who saw our dozensome trucks pass through town. I doubt we could have been any less inconspicuous.
The ship was rust covered, and I could only make out the "San" of "San Miguel Antigua" in the bow as I walked toward the
boarding ladder. I shared a room with Dr. Bill Franks, Dr. Artur Perez, and a lab assistant named Petro who stayed quiet
most of the time. Most of the journey down the Amazon and up the coast of South America was spent on the upper deck
playing cards and checking on our precious cargo every once in a while. Bill and Artur are in the genetics program, and we
spent a lot of time talking in the lounge about the projects they would be beginning once the new labs were situated.
Halfway through the Panama Canal, we made port at Gaboa, or rather pulled off to repair a leak in the rusted side of the ship
- how the thing was seaworthy was beyond me. I took the opportunity to spend a day on dry land, enjoyed a real meal and
hired a local boy as a guide to take a walk through the woods around the village.
Once in the pacific, we traveled south into the open ocean and then northwest toward the Costa Rica coastline and our
destination. The island was a sight to behold as we approached from the south, wide beaches forming a border between the
sea and distant mountains and jungle, the former visible only as a jagged line of darker sky on the horizon. As the port itself
came into view, breakwaters and concrete piers accented by metal offices and an ultramodern looking lighthouse, several
small rectangles also appeared far in the distance sticking up from the tall grass of the plains there, taking the shape of the
compound that was actually quite a drive inland.
I haven’t seen any of the assets they have already released onto the island yet, however...adding to the ultra safe design of
the facility there was a tunnel directly from the docks into the main compound wide and high enough for a few full size trucks
to carry the containers of supplies and creatures back and forth through. This time I didn’t have to share a truck as they had
a van with the new company logo painted on the side waiting for us.
The rest of today has been uneventful, the containers are still being unloaded onto trucks and transported to the paddock
loading gate for unloading tomorrow, and I've claimed my personal items and apartment. Tomorrow I'll visit my new office
and get back to work.
Excerpt from the log of Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
February 13, 2010
Beta Site
Isla Panadero, Costa Rica
The island is great! A luxury resort compared to the old Brazilian compound. I hadn't even noticed the first floor of the
apartment complex is a modern mall...I had fast food for the first time since leaving the States and it was....actually kind of
bland tasting. Looking forward to watching a movie in a REAL theater tonight. I hadn't even heard they were going to make
a new Rambo movie. I just hope the fact that half the building is still under construction doesn't mess with the sound...
My office is massive and bright compared to the old one, and I have real central air instead of that annoying grinding window
unit I had gotten used to drowning out with a CD player. Bit utilitarian but I'm told I can decorate it however I wish. The
examination rooms are also so much better than we had at the old place and there are different sizes for different classes of
creature - no more trying to examine the spinosaurs in the same rooms as compys. More exam rooms to work with as well.
After settling in, I helped the security team and Dr. Gaff with the unloading of assets. The security around the paddocks is
amazing, a technological wonder in itself. Each creature is escorted one at a time, and only one set of doors opens at a time,
all others are electronically deadbolted as a safeguard. Its kind of like an airlock system to prevent escapes into the building.
We had implanted every creature with a unique ID chip, and the computer scans it and registers with a beep and an on-wall
display each time the implant passes through a doorway which seems pretty advanced and maybe a little overkill to be
honest. I suppose they have a reason for everything.
The paddocks themselves are equally massive, and have another airlock-like caged area for passing between the paddock
and the corridor. Feeding here will be so much easier, as each paddock has a similar system for sliding in food...danger will
just be in cleaning the mess out every couple days.
Excerpt from the log of Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
October 8, 2012
Beta Site
Isla Panadero, Costa Rica
The population on the island is getting pretty heavy, and despite a high mortality rate of experimental creatures I've been
pushing in my reports to the board that some of the paddocks are near or at capacity. Its been over 3 years since the first
herbivores were released onto the island and they seem stable, and the pig, turkey, cattle and deer populations have grown
substantially as well. Its about time to release the carnivores, at least some of them.
Worse than that, some of the new assets are looking rather...odd. Bill and Artur had told me when we came here that they
were working on some pretty advanced genetic modification but its beginning to worry me some of the things they are doing.
I'm no geneticist, but I don't see how this many tweaks can be stable genetically...or good for the creatures’ health. I guess
its to be expected since we are a genetics lab complex and not some public park like the other guys tried...
Today I oversaw the physical and paddock-release of two Deinonychus from the nursery who had survived after
experimentation, ID’s DEIN-11-034 and DEIN-11-035. Siblings, and both almost completely lacking feathers! One was a
male, they nicknamed him Scrap in the hatching hall because of his mishmash appearance - gray with bright green, red, and
blue patterns, a few purple feathers scattered on his neck, and the crest of a dilophosaurus. His sister, Storm, looks like
albino with absolutely no color or feathers, just light gray scales and a menacing glare. Aside from slightly raised
temperatures and a weird reading on a couple of their blood tests that I attributed to the genetic modifications they were
healthy, but I plan to keep an eye on the both of them when I can.
Excerpt from the log of Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
October 20, 2012
Beta Site
Isla Panadero, Costa Rica
The Deinonychus paddock is a mess. Scrap and Storm fought for dominance today, between the two of them they killed the
alpha and beta of the existing pack, as well as severely wounding a couple others before security could activate the
tranquilizers in their implants. My day has involved cleaning wounds and stitching what feels like miles of surgical thread and
staples into theropod flanks and shoulders. The assistants got to clean the carnage of the paddock guarded by heavy
security...
Only one remains critical, she will be kept in one of the exam rooms for observation, the others I felt confident releasing back
into the paddock. Storm and Scrap were cut up pretty badly as well, but not badly enough to prevent Scrap from snapping at
me when he came out of the tranq early. left a nice sized cut in my own arm that needed tending and I admit in anger I gave
him a right hard slap across the muzzle before heading for the medical center. After a nice painful splash of peroxide and
getting stitched up myself, Scrap and Storm were back out in the paddock by nightfall. I was told that the pack split, most
with Scrap as the new alpha, and a few with Storm.
Excerpt from the log of Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
October 22, 2012
Beta Site
Isla Panadero, Costa Rica
I am really not feeling well. With the weather here, I've not been sick for nearly three years, so I guess I had it coming. Doc
suspects the flu, which is weird because nobody else here is sick or has been sick. Glad my room has satellite…
Excerpt from the log of Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
October 25, 2012
Beta Site
Isla Panadero, Costa Rica
My flu has gotten really bad. Its hard to concentrate on this log report even though I know I have to. Doc took some
bloodwork today to see if its anything more serious than just flu.
Unauthorized voice recording by Levi Moser
Employee PGE-008921314
October 27, 2012
Beta Site
Isla Panadero, Costa Rica
A knock on the door woke me. I looked at the clock by my bed through hazy eyes and groaned as I saw it read two o'seven
am. Determined to keep my feverish self in bed, I rolled over under my comforter and pretended to be asleep again.
The knock sounded again, harder this time, and Dr. Bill Franks' voice hissed through the gap, "Come on Levi, I need you." I
groaned and rubbed my eyes, forcing my feet to the floor and shuffling on weak jelly legs through the living room to the
apartment door.
"I'm coming Bill. You know I'm sick..." I groaned, unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door. "What could you possibly need
at this hour...if its another swollen trike toungue I'm going to slap you with a remote."
"Geez Levi, you look terrible." He shook his head as he spoke as if judging my appearance. "I just studied you're bloodwork
and I need you to come back to the lab with me."
"My bloodwork?" I was confused. "What the hell are you doing with my bloodwork? Doc Barnes was doing the tests."
"I'll explain when we get there. Now come on." He examined my fleece pajama outfit attempting to hide a smirk, "Don't bother
getting dressed, it'll be quick."
"Bill...I'm going back to bed. Tell me tomorrow."
"No. You're coming with me now Levi." He spoke firmly, a tone he had never used toward me before. "and I mean now"
I rolled my eyes and went to shut my door in his face with a "Goodnight Bill" when I heard a hiss and felt a sting in my gut.
Looking down, I saw the gun in his hand and a tranquilizer tube stuck to my stomach, and heard my supposed friend in a
drawn out fuzzy sort of tone saying "I really didn't want to do that."
And then all went black.
I woke up groggily, strapped face down to an examination table in a room I wasn't familiar with. It seemed to be one of the
labs still under construction.
"Welcome back, Levi." Bill's voice rang behind me as he approached with one of the monitor carts. "Its been a pleasure
working with you, I assure you. Unfortunately business is business, and you have become my business." I heard the door
open and close, and Bill nodded to whoever was now standing outside my field of vision. "As I'm sure you've noticed, we've
been delving into the realm of genetic modification more than ever before, and we had several issues with corrupt DNA
compounds destabilizing our asset embryos and infants. Well last year we completed a project to provide a safeguard, a
debug program for genes as it were. A virus programmed for each species' base genome to fill in and repair any gaps or
glitches with blank slate markers."
The more he spoke, the more I dreaded the direction he was going with his explanation.
"That leads me to you. Deinonychus 12-034 bit you the other day. Somehow it infected you with the virus. My guess right
now is that since that asset is going through a maturing period the virus reactivated itself to stabilize his cellular growth and it
transferred into you through his saliva. Your human DNA is being recognized by the virus as invalid and it has begun the
process of repairing what it sees as damaged cells. Not to waste time, my point is that you are becoming a dinosaur and
there is absolutely nothing we can do to stop it. Not that we would if we could, mind you. You should be honored, studying
your change will be an astounding leap in our understanding gene replication and stabilization and if you survive and manage
to retain some of your intellect you will be able to advance our observational research into the lives of dinosaurs as well."
Through his entire speech I had been struggling against the straps, and finally managed to loosen the gag in my mouth.
"You're a monster, you know that Bill? If I survive? Not wanting to change me back? If the authorities find out about this
you'll get the chair! This is inhumane, immoral, unethical! I don't want to be a damn dinosaur!" I was straining harder as I
shouted, only to have the gag returned from behind.
"You'll come around, Mr. Moser, to seeing things our way." The voice this time was that of Michael Summerlee, both the CEO
of the company and the director of the Paleo-Genetics Division. "You said yourself that our island was like a luxury resort
and you wouldn't mind spending the rest of your life here. Yes, you'll have your perspective and lifestyle change but perhaps
you should consider this an opportunity. To be the first to experience and compare life as a human to life as an animal. To
answer for the world the age old question, Is life better for a human or an animal? We'll give you some time to think on that."
I suddenly felt tired again, the fever draining me of my strength as I felt an IV attach to my arm, and I drifted off to a
dreamless sleep.
Unauthorized voice recording by Levi Moser
October 29, 2012
Levi Moser
In and out of consciousness. So tired, so sore, so hot.
I have managed to get an occasional glimpse at my vitals in the rare times I have been awake. A near fatal 107 degree
temperature most of the time, my pulse irregular, blood pressure high and then low. I have a bit more head movement now,
although I never see anyone in the room with me. Several IVs and machines are attached to me now, at least one of them
seems to be labeled as a deinonychus blood transfusion cocktail. My skin has turned a strange gray as if it were rotting, and
yet it looks healthy otherwise.
Asleep again, and awake.
My head itches now, and in the warped and blurry reflection on a nearby cabinet I can see my body shape has changed a
little. I look distorted, a mutant from some old circus freak show, which prompts a nearly subconscious groan in a slightly
rougher voice than I remember having. I realize I was hooked up to several life support machines during my latest nap. My
entire human body was failing during the change, I could feel it. Or at least I could only assume I was feeling death.
Thoughts of Levi Moser
November 9, 2012
"Wakey, wakey pal" Bill's voice shocked me awake again.
For a moment I hoped it had all been a dream, but it wasn't. I had been moved from the flat exam table to a theropod
surgery chair, a frame holding my morphing body in a very raptor-esque pose. My vision was different, very sharp, and I
could read the screens easier. I had been asleep nearly a week!
My entire body itched and as Bill ran a hand across my muzzle I realized I probably hardly resembled a human anymore.
The itching came from all of the quills sticking out of my skin, ready to press out their plumes of feathers to cover my body. I
wanted to tell him to step off and leave me alone, but all that came out was a very familiar squeal.
That, I suppose, was at least a consolation. I was going to be a real deinonychus, not one of the theme park monsters InGen
had made popular since beginning construction on their new Jurassic World park a few years before. As the dinosaur
enthusiast I had become since taking the job with Summerlee-Challenger, I hated most of the weird oversize beasts they had
intended to display on their own island.
"Another few days and you'll be ready to meet your friends. Nod if you still understand me."
I hissed and nodded once. "Good. So far you're keeping your mind but apparently not going insane. Very promising." He
shoved a feeding tube into my clamped muzzle and patted me on the head.
I had lost track of the dates, and it was getting hard to remember the point of having dates to keep track of when Bill woke
me up next.
"Well, well, well." He grinned, "The day has come, boy."
I hissed.
"Hoooold still. That's right, just let me get this in," He continued, ignoring my threat as I felt him tighten my clams and cut into
my neck with a scalpel and the precision of an expert. I growled and hissed, remembering the control the chip implants gave
the humans over assets...dinosaurs...me. I struggled and forced myself to remember that I had been human. I knew I had
been, and it had been less than a month, but these people...they were monsters. I had been tied to a table for weeks and
subject to all manner of probing and studies. Had I been like that? I didn't think so but the details of my human life seemed
like distant memories now.
Over the next hour the incision was stitched and coated with liquid bandage and security came to fix transport collar poles to
my neck. I still knew my way around the building and I knew where I was going as they lead me back to the first level, and
into the corridor that had once fascinated me.
Bill walked with them, watching me, taking notes on his tablet the whole time. When we arrived, he opened the main gate as
they shoved me in and latched it behind me, unhooking the loops from my neck and retracting their poles after the door
closed.
When all was settled and locked and released, my former friend looked me in the eye with a cold gaze while I matched his
with an angry glare. "Welcome to your new life, Asset DEIN-12-036. Some of the assistants have nicknamed you Malechite
since your feathers are green...but i think Malek sounds better., so at least you have a regular name to fall back on. Good
luck."
When he punched the final code into the panel on the wall and the door to the paddock opened behind me, I kept my glare
for a moment. I would have revenge on him someday, somehow, and I wanted him to know I would remember his face no
matter how much my mind continued to change.
And then I turned my head, and ran into the dense brush of the paddock with a caw of warning for anyone else to stay out of
my way.
November 9, 2012
Status report
Employee PGE-008921314
From the Desk of Michael Summerlee
I regret to inform the board that Mr. Moser has “unfortunately succumbed to and passed away from complications caused by
the virus. His body will be cremated properly and respectfully to avoid contamination.” His family will be informed and
compensated with details to that effect. On a positive note asset DEIN-12-036 has been deemed in perfect health and
cleared for release with others of its species.
At present only one other staff member has contracted the disease and remains in isolation and quarantine. All sanitation
and quarantine procedures are being adhered to and there remains no need to notify the mainland of the island quarantine or
halt the transfer of new employees from the mainland to Isla Panadero.
February 16, 2013
status report
Asset DEIN-12-036
The asset has struggled to adapt and will be placed in isolation. Monitored interaction with others of its species is
recommended until it is better capable of social interaction. There is no trace of the virus in blood tests for DEIN-12-034 or
DEIN-12-036 at this time.
July 18, 2013
status report
Asset DEIN-12-036
The asset has greatly improved its abilities to communicate with others of its species and act upon instinct. Intelligence tests
show that it retains far superior intelligence to its peers and retains memories of several members of the staff. It is expected
that upon release into the wild the asset will likely become alpha of a third pack.
Under recommendation by the veterinary staff and asset management director, DEIN-12-036 was released for wilderness
observation along with the others of its species.
Category Story / Transformation
Species Dinosaur
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