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K'	Aug 17 2008, 07:24 PM
PR Posts: 317 Group: FEFFer Member #1,487 Joined: October 3, 2007	My original Science Fiction Psychological Thriller. I got bored with comedy. Prologue: Origin May 18, 2009: The slightest change in a single atom can cause a country to burn. It’s a valid scientific fact. It could even be considered one of the simplest of all hypotheses. Yet this idea has not been pursued for further research. Why? Well, nobody really knows why. Except for me. The voice that had been speaking gained a face, a gaunt Caucasian male. He looked to be around his late thirties, or perhaps that was simply an effect of the severe frailty of his body. He looked as if he had endured too much for his time. My name is Dr. James Caldwell, head of research for the Rebirth Project. I am recording this message from our head of operations, Langley Base inside the United States of America. We were a scientific branch of the Black Ops military provider known as SMS. We worked under the public pretext that we were searching for a universal vaccine that would protect mankind from all diseases. Little did we know that his façade would quickly become truth, but not in a way anybody would have desired it to be. His… no I should say its codename was Origin. The search for a perfect soldier by manipulation of bodily molecules and the atoms affecting the body externally. Origin was the top of the experimental class, perfect in nearly every way physically and mentally; trained since birth to be our killing machine. But of course, nearly perfect wasn’t good enough for us. Origin had to be truly perfect in every way, with no flaws so that even considering his death was lunacy. We placed Origin in solitary confinement, stripped him of everything possible so that we could even see his soul shivering in the cold. We subjected him to every torture humanly possible, starving him of food and water, forcing him to be unable to sleep, anything you could think of. Yes, I do refer to Origin as a male at this point. Because for now, he was still human. No; I have no right to say that. At this point, only Origin really knows what true humanity is. We would give him reprieves, give him somebody to love, anything from a female lover to a small child. He would grow so incredibly emotionally attached, then we would simply kill them or remove them, causing his mental state to shatter; giving us easier access to his mental processes and behaviors. It made it that much easier to turn Origin into an empty shell of a person. Even as I tell you this story, I feel no regret. I suppose I had cast away my emotions as a human being a long time ago, along with those things I once called morals. I thought it was for the greater good of humankind. I still believe it. What a fool I am. In essence, I too am a monster like Origin. We experimented, tampered, we twisted Origin from a human to something greater, something that was above us all, we who thought we were the superiors. Every time something did not go as we had planned, we simply wiped the slate clean by twisting Origin’s body even further. The screams of pain and the pleads for the experiment to be halted were directed to deaf ears. What care had we for what a puppet felt? I remember the day exactly. It is forever burned into my psyche, even if I die I think I will never forget that incident; even as my corpse burns to ashes within the confines of Hell or wherever I am to be sent. The day was May 13; only a week before I sit here, recording this. I still do not understand how I have managed to survive for a full week. I suppose it is only on the goodwill of Origin and sheer willpower on my own part. I woke up to screams at 1:17 in the morning. There was already a pool of blood beside my bed, having seeped in from the crack underneath the doorway. I vomited vehemently. I could never stand the stench of blood. I suppose that’s why I always simply watched from the observation deck. As I opened my door, I nearly slipped on the blood that was running fresh down the corridor. I wanted to vomit, but I simply dry heaved. There was nothing left to expel. I plugged my nose and ran down the hall, careful not to trip. I saw the mangled and mutilated corpses of my fellow researchers lying on the ground everywhere. “How could this have happened?!” I had thought to myself frantically. As I reached the lab where Origin had been kept, I recoiled in terror at the sight before me. There stood our creation, completely naked and without a single hair on its body. Note, the its. Origin was no longer human at this point. I would even venture to call Origin a modern day God now. As he turned to face me, there was not a single bit of anger on its face, no shred of hatred in its eyes. It was as if it had transcended human mortality and mental processes and understood something we could never grasp. Recognition did not even flicker across its pale face, as it turned back around to face the scientist it had been in the process of killing. Was this some form of divine retribution? Was Origin the God who was wreaking this upon us, those who would have had him call us father? His entire left arm began to twist and morph, making a horrible noise in the process. When Origin was done, its left arm had become what appeared to be some form of blade, as it quickly decapitated the scientist. The head flew back and landed near my feet; I remember taking several steps backward in disgust. The Universal Rebirth Project, its true purpose was to create the perfect Supersoldier. Here it was. What had we wrought?! Origin calmly walked past me, as if I was some sort of insect that wasn’t even worth killing. I turned face and ran out of the building; only to return now to record this message. I know he is coming for me now, so I have enabled thought recognition on this device so that my dying words may be sent. Well now, he doesn’t even produce footsteps. How convien- The transmission was temporarily cut off, as a large amount of static filled the screen, outlining 4 people studiously watching the recording. Finally, the sound of the static began to die out, but no picture. Ah, it seems he wants me to suffer. Understandable. What a cruel God I have created to govern this world. Even now as I lay here in my own blood, dying of an incision to my stomach, I want to give the world hope. Maybe with this I will be able to go to Heaven. Tch, who am I kidding. My sins are too severe. Whoever discovers this recording, I have left all of my life’s research on the file, as well the location for mankind’s last glimmer of light. The Genesis Project. I hope with this, I will not be as tortured in the next life as I had been in this… The transmission ended and the disk slid out smoothly from the computer’s disk drive. One of the four figures walked over and took the disk, gingerly placing it within a case. Yet, something made the figure feel uneasy and he inserted the disk back into the computer, observing the length of the recording. The figure had been correct; they had stopped 11 seconds earlier than the total time. It may simply just be extra recorded time, but they had to know for sure. Time passed, 3 seconds, 6 seconds, 9 seconds, and then suddenly… The reason why nobody pursued that study of atoms? It’s because we did. End Prologue
	Iris [ pH 0 ] +[ Ms Doom is /pout ]+ says: I HAD LIKE FIFTY ORGASMS

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