The following extracts are taken from the journal of Dr Graham Freeland, recovered from the site of Biosphere 217 on the colony world of the same designation. It is published here for the first time:October 7Today was my first day in the dome after I finally crossed over through the […]
The first stages of the trials were carried out covertly in ethics classes, debate forums, and social media accounts across the eastern half of the United States. The director and head of the trials, Doctor Ventura, considered this quite ironic in a way that would have made his bitchy crone
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FILE 2.8 [Ted Stokes] – The ‘TDC’ Experiment – 01/26/1992Note: The following text was found on a notepad in the now-destroyed ‘AFM’ base in central Idaho, and is presumed to have been written by Ted Stokes, a criminal and former inmate who was declared dead by natural causes in 1984.
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Tom had been melted again that morning. In a moment of rage, the neural network fired a plasma arc from a gemstone imbedded on the side of one of its exhaust ducts. Cast by the arc was a legion of buzzing orbs of light. Swarmed like fireflies. As you’d expect,
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Peri had been doodling to pass the time, it took hours for the elevator to descend into the facility. A bat, some circles, some lines, numbers, squiggles. She made “rollercoasters”, as she called them, which looked like loop de loops and random lines every which way. A single straight line
Stacy and I switched the power on and sent ourselves to an early grave. I say an early grave, but I don’t expect there will be anyone left to bury us. It was an honest mistake, one we couldn’t have foreseen. To any who may read these words after the
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I work as a digital restoration specialist for a boutique distribution company in Los Angeles. We handle high-end Blu-ray and 4K releases of cult classics—mostly Italian Giallo or obscure Hong Kong action flicks. But last November, we landed a contract that made everyone in the office lose their minds: Toho.
In the direct aftermath of World War II, two major meetings among world leaders were held: the Yalta Conference and the Potsdam Conference. We view these meetings now with hindsight and the knowledge that they would go on to shape the post-war world order. What is not widely known is
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It was a Monday like any other. At least, it should have been. But I woke up in the early hours of the morning to a grotesque, jarring cacophony of noise that tore through the stillness like a scalpel to flesh.At first, I couldn’t place it. It sounded like dozens
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I don’t have much time. It may be monitoring everything.My name is Dr. Clara Culpa, but I was part of a black-budget military operation called Project Deep Red. It was supposed to be a revolutionary training program: a full neural-immersion system to push soldiers past their psychological limits using simulated
To begin with, my name is Samuel Terrence. I was a college dropout living a pretty sad life with my parents until a blackout that occurred in 2014.I recently posted a journal entry titled ‘Blackout – 8/15/14’ that detailed a handful of weeks that would be the beginning of a
James didn’t particularly like his job, or his life for that matter. He’d gone through the motions that everyone had told him to follow and had ended up where a ‘productive’ member of society should be: Working a dead-end nine to five, and knee deep in student debt. His job
“Mmm…” my hand slid over to my phone, attempting to tap the “dismiss” tab as the alarm blared in my apartment room. After missing it twice, I sat up and glared at the phone. My heart spiked. “Five-twenty-five!” I shrieked, jumping into the air and sprinting over to the shower.
Why is the lady on the flat boat waving at me? Why is she pointing at me, then pointing to the flat boat then waving her arms waist high while shaking her head side to side like a football referee indicating incomplete pass? But it’s clearly not that. This is
May 27th, 2030. 10:30 Am-10:35 Am.The hum of the fluorescent lights, the smell of antiseptic, and the squeaking of chairs as men in white lab coats roll around the porcelain floors created an image in Abigail’s mind of sickness. This was not what she expected when she and her husband,
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My name is Metteo Aerni, I am a astro guidance scientist. This is my account of what I have been through the last 14 years. I used to work for the Combined European Space & Research organization, the officially do not exist as the same for the US agency. We
Extract from records found at scene, author unknown. Dated October 1883: Matted fur stuck to the Beast’s sides, sweat dripping down its flank as it expelled rancid breath. Thick ropes of saliva swung from pus-stained teeth, protruding from black-lipped jaws like shattered battlements. A single black eye glinted out at
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These logs are from Senior Technical Operations Specialist III K.Z. Okpala’s private files. These files have been compiled using an offline text software built by K.Z. Okpala. These files are conjecture and only reflect the opinions and biased insight from STO III Okpala’s perspective. All names, personally identifying details, and
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My uncle was an eccentric man. An accomplished physicist, he was at the top of his field when he abruptly decided to end his career and retire to his villa in the French countryside. His friends and family couldn’t even begin to guess what had prompted the drastic shift. He
[Test Subject Identification]We have observed TS-18-A for fourteen planetary rotations, and the following data hasbeen confirmed:● Name: Peter Jacob Taylor● Age: 36 solar cycles● Height: 6’1”● Weight: 177 pounds● Hair: Brown● Eye color: Brown● Profession: Stockbroker● Spouse: Erin Marie Williams Taylor (TS-18-B); female, 32● Prodigies: ○ Peter Jacob Taylor, Jr.
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Most of you reading this account won’t believe my story. Hell, I wouldn’t believe if I hadn’t lived through the horror. To the best of my knowledge, only two people have ever survived this hell and made it back to Earth in one piece, and sadly the other is no
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Hello, dear reader, whoever you may be. If you are reading this document, it is likely that I have been dead for quite some time. By the time you are reading this, I suspect that you have gone through my other belongings, and you must then be aware of at
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Felix’s dulled reflection on the computer screen yawned, eyes half closed as he watched the screen turn blue, then black, then a bright, searing white. He groaned, stretching across the table and unplugging the desktop computer, counting to ten under his breath before plugging it back in, and waiting for
My eyes drifted without purpose; it took me a moment to retrieve my unending thoughts. Left to reflect on the boundless horrors, void of compromise. My fellow scientists were having an intense conversation in a neighboring room with our military personnel, discussing potential plans of action. I had a pocket-sized
