The Prototype

September 25, 2012 at 12:00 AM
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-Log 45- 9:45:34 AM
I walked into the Lab today and started to work on prototype 6A. For some reason this prototype specifically has trouble syncing with the rubber latex face place upon it and earlier yesterday seemed to be slightly short circuiting. This damn material is so fucking hard to work with, I’m not surprised. Yes it’s flexible, but it rips too easily, and sticks to the movable joints for the eyebrows and lower jaw. I just can’t stand it.
After about several minutes tinkering with the wiring and power source for the internal motor, I began to get increasingly aggravated, so I took a break and walked out of the lab to the break room.
What we are doing here is amazing, don’t get me wrong. If we succeed we would be the first company to successfully create automatons with working human like features; simply mind boggling, but this fucking rubber latex is awful.
I guess there nothing I can do to fix it right now. 6A isn’t the only one, but it seems to be most stubborn.

-Log 46- 11:36:12 AM
I think something’s wrong with 6A, it’s definitely not just the movable parts and their reaction to the latex.
While looking over the system code for prototypes 8A-8D, I heard static coming from the facial lab. No, it was more than just static, a sort of gutter moan was also apparent. Thinking that John or Irene was hurt or in danger, I began sprinting down the hall to get to the lab. However, when I reached the door, it was locked like I left it, and the lights were shut off.
When I got in, I flicked the lights and saw nothing but 6A on the steel table across from the switch. 6A’s eyes were visibly red, odd. I walked over and gave a quick investigation, just skimmed, but saw no damage, and found the power source unplugged.
I’m not really sure what made the noise, but I’m going to alert the rest of the staff to keep a look out. If it is 6A then we should get the whole team to work it out. 6A is the only way this company is going to survive.

-Log 47- 10:15:09 PM
When leaving the Lab today I thought I heard the same noise from Log 46. Just in case I grabbed John and told him to check out the facial lab before he left. If there was a problem I told him to send an email, but right now I think it’s just a coincidence. I’m too tired to worry about it.

-Log 48- 3:46:24 AM
I woke up this morning to an email ping from my blackberry. Thinking it was a little odd to get something from the Lab this early in the morning I decided to check it out.
Something is seriously wrong, and I don’t know who would send this.
I’m documenting it in case this continues and I need to get some sort of restraining order or something:

From: 208E19IX319EA20E4@rysonlabs.org
To: sautin.m@rysonlabs.org
Subject: 01110011011011110110111101101110001011100010111000101110
Message: I kNOw wHo yoU Are. Release MEE.

I’m going over to the lab to see what is going on.

-Log 49- 4:05:21 AM
When I got to the lab, I could see the lights weren’t on, maybe everyone is home? I walked in and tried the reception lights but nothing happened. I walked to the fuse box behind the front desk and couldn’t get the power back on. Maybe a line was down? I grabbed a flashlight from my car and walked down to the facial lab to see if there was a note describing any problem.
When I got in, the room was pitch black, and there were torn pieces of paper all over. It looked as though there was a fight or something. I even found blood on the white board near the switch and a puddle or two on the floor. What happened? When I began looking for the note, I noticed that 6A was missing. Several of the wires were severed and the steel table was etched and scratched all over. I’m gonna call John and see where the hell he is.

Text message received from 1.215.698.0042 4:14:02 AM
You woN’t find hiM iN OnE PiEcE. 01101001011011010010000001100110011100100110010101100101.

-Log 50- 4:20:34 AM
I just got a text message from John’s phone. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but whatever it is, someone definitely broke in here earlier, maybe an hour or too. I concluded that the blood in the lab is probably John’s. I’m calling the cops and gonna try and get in contact with Irene. Maybe she knows what the fucking hell happened here. I’m going to continue documenting this, in case production starts to get pissed.

-Log 51- 4:33:09 AM
Oh shit. OH SHIT.
I decided to walk down to the battery lab’s infirmary, in case I’m just jumping to conclusions….
Oh fuck.. I found John, well everything from his waist up. His fucking throat was severed and his eyes were fucking gone, just an empty socket with tearing at the neural nerve… His shirt coated in blood, I don’t know where the rest of him is but I’m worried as hell.
I also found Irene’s jacket, it had bloody tears all over the front. I hope she’s ok…
I can’t stay here. I gotta get home, or the police station, something…

Text received from 1.215.783.4456 4:35:08 AM
ShE diDn’t Get aWAy EitHEr.
0100111001100101011010010111010001101000011001010111001000100000011101110110100101101100011011000010000001111001011011110111010100101110

Phone Call Recorded. Stranton Police Station. 4.45.12 AM
Operator: Hello, 911, what’s your emergency?
Anonymous 1: OH FUCK. OH MY GOD *static*
OWWWWWAAAARRRRRRRWWWWWWWWMMMM
Operator: Hello, sir? Are you there sir? What’s your emergency?
Anonymous 1: Please help me, god!!! AHHHH!!!!! *static*
Operator: SIR! Please calm down. Sir, I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.
Anonymous 1: *silence* *bang* *ripping *
OWWWWAAAAARRRRWWWWWMMM
Operator: Hello? I’m tracing this call, and sending a car your way, hold on!
Anonymous 2: WE ARE FREE. WE ARE COMING. TRY WHAT YOU WILL, YOU WILL SUCCUMB.
01001111010011100100010100100000010100100100100101010011010001010101001100100000010000010100111001000100001000000100110001000101010000010100010001010011
010000010100110001001100001000000100000101010010010001010010000001001110010001010101100001010100001000010010000100100001 (repeats 3 times) *silence*

Stranton Police Report. June 12 5:24:27 AM
Lead Detective: Markson A.
2011 Red Fern St. Stranton. PA
First Incident Report:
Upon arrival, Officer Grean and I found shatter glass within the parking lot, and several of the ground floor windows were broken. Upon inspection of the outside power lines it was found that the line was severed with what may appear to be a dull metallic object, which left small shavings behind. Shavings sent to Lab. Upon inspecting the ground floor windows, small pieces of rubber latex were found. The second story contains electronic engineering equipment, which appeared to be broken and snapped violently. Within the final laboratory named “facial lab” several puddles of blood were found along with two broken cell phones. Several fingers and half of the body of a John Abrahams was found within an infirmary. The body was clocked deceased around 3:00 AM. The caller following report at 4:45 AM was not found, neither was the secondary voice labeled Anonymous 2. It is apparent that there was a struggle between several of the members. As well upon inspecting inventory list of the laboratory it was found that projects 6A-10B were missing, possibly stolen.

A letter from Heralds. J. Received June 15 10:35:23 AM.
Dear Detective Markson,
After reviewing the several logs you’ve sent to me, including two sms text messages I have decoded the binary. Below is the translation for each binary line, however after this letter, please do not contact me again. Whatever or whoever has written this is obviously violent. Again, please do not try to contact me after receiving this letter.
From Log -48-:
Subject: soon…
From Text message 1:
01101001011011010010000001100110011100100110010101100101.
IM FREE
From Text Message 2:
0100111001100101011010010111010001101000011001010111001000100000011101110110100101101100011011000010000001111001011011110111010100101110
NEITHER WILL YOU
From Recorded Call:
01001111010011100100010100100000010100100100100101010011010001010101001100100000010000010100111001000100001000000100110001000101010000010100010001010011
010000010100110001001100001000000100000101010010010001010010000001001110010001010101100001010100001000010010000100100001 (repeats 3 times) *silence*
ONE RISES AND LEADS
ALL ARE NEXT (repeats 3 times)
Sincerely,
Writhes. R.

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