>>5742336By the time you click on <span class="mu-s">LOG 2</span> you’ve already got a pretty decent picture in your head of this mysterious ‘<span class="mu-i">R</span>’...
‘<span class="mu-i">Once again my predictions have proven to be completely and utterly infallible. A lesser scholar would probably grow weary of always being correct, but what is the scientific process if not rubbing your detractor’s tear-laden faces through the mud with your discoveries?
The border world is primitive. Untamed. It reminds me of my school days, in a way–painfully droll with fleeting bouts of minor excitement. The dimension’s inhabitants are brutish creatures–pack hunters, scavengers, nothing sentient among the lot of them–another parallel to my days in academia. It was only after the outpost was finished, however, when I made my BRILLIANT DISCOVERY!
One of the drones came stumbling into camp–I never bothered to learn his name. Panicked and babbling like a madman, it was only after one of his peers opened his cleansuit that we found it–a mass of annelids burrowing into his flesh! Taking a sample for study, I left the laborers to their labor and immediately began analyzing the newcomer.
My initial findings were dull, to be frank: the organism shared many similarities with parasitic worms in our own dimension: hookworms, ringworms, tapeworms–mere nuisances to modern medicine. It was only after one of the workers pleaded for me to help their colleague that I truly made a breakthrough!
I joined the rest in the medical tent and watched with glee at what I observed! Upon entering the worker’s flesh, the worms began to multiply–to grow! The medic’s tools could barely penetrate the thick sinew and scales that formed as the annelids spread throughout the body!
Like most things in life, the process ended in disappointment. One of the Australian’s men disrupted the process with a bullet to the host’s brain–’Hartley’ was his name… I NEVER forget someone that wronged me.
When I presented my findings to Hauser, the old man provided a compromise: his company would acquire test subjects–ones that weren’t Hauser employees. I acquiesced if only to strike while the iron was hot.
We began with animal testing, of course. Orange Cliffs, for all its endemic degeneracy and idiocy, is rife with fresh subjects–stray dogs, mostly, though many of them came to the lab with collars, not that I care. Children get replacements for everything these days, what’s another dog?</span>’
>CONTD. 