Goodbye

I don’t know whats happening. There was a massive earthquake. Lots of people are dead. Even more seemed to have just vanished into thin air. Nobody can find them. I’m trying to get in touch with my friends, family, Mary, Daniel, anybody. But I can’t. The phone lines are all dead. Maybe their all dead too. Everyone is panicking. There saying the Others are attacking. But this doesn’t fit their profile. I know what this truly is. This is the Rebirth project. It must be. There is no other explanation. I feel so scared. All I can do is sit on my bed in my apartment. I don’t know what’s going to happen next. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me or anyone else. All I know is the end is near. If anyone out there is able to read this in what little time we have left, I want to thank you for taking the time to listen to me. Maybe one of you out their was even planning on helping me at some point. My only wish is that I had more time. Maybe then I could have stopped all of this. To anyone out there who may be reading this, I suggest you start praying, because even though we don’t know where, we are all going somewhere soon. One last thing from me. As I’m writing this final blog post, I happened to look out my window up at the night sky, and the stars are all going out one by one. Again, thank you for listening, and goodbye.

Gone

Many people disappeared today. There didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to it. Some people who had been at the Lab forever are gone, and others who they just hired have vanished into thin air as well. Those were a lot of good people . Erik, Ally, Jessica, Katelyn, Adrian, Brandon, Susana, Bailey, Leonard, Amanda, Emily, Leah, all just up and gone. The Lab released a statement stating they “made the difficult decision to lay off many of our good employees”, but I didn’t buy that crap for a second, and neither did Daniel and Mary. With all the shit that’s been going on around here lately, I kn ow, I just know that the Overseers did something with them, and I’m done just letting things slide. I know Allison knows whats going on. The good thing about their being less employees is that, well, there’s less people around, so it made cornering her earlier today a lot easier. I demanded to know what happened to the missing employees, but something was off about Allison. Even if you don’t like someone, when you work with them for years, you tend to get to know them pretty well. She didn’t have her usual bad attitude. She seemed calm, almost tranquil. She wasn’t even mad that I was up in her face. I told her I knew about the Rebirth project, and to my surprise she admitted that the disappearances are part of the project. She then said that it doesn’t matter what I or anyone else knows anymore. That soon everything will be “right”. I was so confused. She started giving me this long speech about how the Others are destined to come for us eventually, and that the Rebirth project will ensure that Humanity lives on. She ended that last sentence with a smile, something I had never seen her do before, and that might have been the thing that freaked me out the most. She politely asked me to return to work, and I don’t know why, but I did. I don’t know what to do now. I don’t know If I or one of my friends is next for the Rebirth project, or even what the hell it even is at this point. I don’t even know what to do with the information I was just given. I feel, scared. I don’t know what to do. If anyone out there is reading this, please, if you have the power to stop my employers, please do it now before something else happens.

The Others

Everyone reading this already knows who the Others are. It’s the very reason why we live the way we do in this day in age. But it had recently occurred to me that one day they may be gone, or this blog may be the only thing that’s left to tell the story of what they are. The point is it’s important to document their existence, so that’s exactly what I’m going to do. The first reports of the Others come from just a little over 30 years ago. When they first showed up, nobody took the reports seriously. Of course they didn’t, why would they. How many times have you read in the paper that there was a sighting of Bigfoot, or the Yeti, or the Loch Ness Monster, or some other creature too ridicules to be real. It was just par for the course at this point. And for the first year or so the Others were just that, stories. Something people would call the local radio to claim that they had seen with their own eyes. The reports all fit the same profile. Ominous figures lurking in the distance, staring at you, bearing an uncanny resemblance to people you really know, like your friends and family. It wasn’t until people started disappearing when everyone started getting scared. It was only a few at first, but the numbers started growing larger and larger. People just disappeared without a trace. Dozens became hundreds. Hundreds became thousands. All over the world people were vanishing, and an international emergency was declared. What still haunts me to this day are the few eyewitness sightings of people disappearing. The person was always taken by an Other who looked exactly like them, never to be seen again. In just a few months the world became overrun with the Others, with hundreds of thousands of people disappearing every day. 30 years later, the world is a very different place. Only a few isolated parts of the Earth remained completely free of the Others. New England, Costa Rica, Argentina, England, Japan, South Africa, Madagascar, Egypt, Iran, and Laos. In a world that was once populated by over 8 billion people, there are now only a few hundred million humans left on Earth. We as a species are isolated to these safe zones. travel to the outside world is strictly prohibited. To this day no one knows what the Others are, where they came from, or what their motives are. Studying them is extremely difficult. physical samples are non-existent. No contact has been made with anyone who has been taken by the Others. They have stayed outside the isolated safe zones for decades now, but only time will tell if it remains this way. Perhaps the Rebirth project has something to do with them. Must keep an open ear. As a side note, I managed to learn the name of the Overseer who accompanied Allison as the test the other day. His name is Aaron Kodrak.

The Experiment

I wanted to tell you guys about what I saw in a video, face to face, but I just couldn’t keep myself together, so here I am. After being summoned to laboratory, where I found Daniel, Mary, and some other coworkers in my division already waiting for me. This section of the lab has long been dedicated to the study of cloning technology. Thanks to the Overseers’ recent disregard for ethics, rapid advancements have been made on this front, but believe me, the results have been far from pretty. After a few minutes Allison and another man, someone I’ve never seen before, came into the room and informed us that the “Rapid Evolution” project is finally nearing completion, and the technology just had to be tested. I have had a heavy hand in this project, and I long feared to see the day the technology was actually used. Allison then pulled up an intercom and told someone to bring “it” in. In the room behind the glass window, two men pulled in a terrified looking dog, the poor thing, tied it up, and left it in the room. I can still see it trembling in fear. Allison brought up the intercom again, and told someone to proceed. Suddenly, a bright flash followed by the painful yelps of the poor pooch filled the room, and when it was over the dog was nothing but a pile of ash. I felt sick. I looked over at Daniel and Mary, and I could tell they felt the same way. The two men that brought the dog in came into the room behind the glass and scooped up what remained. After a few moments, Allison got on the intercom and told them to bring “it” in. The two men brought in another dog, very similar to the first one, but bigger, a little tougher looking. They had just cloned the first dog from what had remained from the vaporization, only now the dog had evolved slightly for a better chance at survival. Once again Allison told someone to proceed, a bright light filled the room, the dog was nothing but ash, the two men collected what remained, and brought in the clone afterwards. This continued for hours. The dog continued to evolved, getting bigger and more frightening each time. Eventually, the dog resembled more of a monster than an animal, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t glad the last time they killed it it stayed dead. Then suddenly, two men brought in not a dog or a monster, but a human. A homeless man buy the looks of it, someone who no one would ever notice disappearing. The two men tied him to a chair, ignoring his screams, and left the room. Allison said to proceed. I don’t want to describe his death. I really don’t want to describe what he turned into after a few hours. When it was finally over, The mysterious man accompanying Allison congratulated us on all of our efforts, stating that our action were contributing to a better future for humanity. Nobody looked happy. Everyone looked like they just wanted to go home. Their faces looked like the opposite of the Others. I felt like asking Daniel and Mary what they thought of such an atrocity, but I decided to leave it alone. I later occurred to me that the man accompanying Allison was one of the Overseers. I know this becasue when getting myself dinner from the vending machine for the fourth time that week, I recognized their voices approaching, and I don’t know why, but I hid. The Overseer was talking to Allison about how the experiment that we conducted today was just one part of something called the “Rebirth” project. What is this? I have no idea, but I’m pretty sure it’s the mysterious project people have hear rumors about for a while now. To anyone out there reading this, please know that whatever the Rebirth project is, I’m sure it’s dangerous, and if i can’t expose it to the world, I’m counting on one of you to do it.

Mary

Mary is one of the few foreigners working at the lab. She was born in London (Another one of the last few safe places on Earth). She studied at Oxford university, and would have stayed in England if she hadn’t gotten a personal letter of invite from the overseer’s to come work at the lab. And wouldn’t luck have it that she ended up working in my division. And I mean it, it’s really luck, because she’s cute. Like really cute. But’s not just her looks. Mary is without a doubt the smarted person I have ever met(the accent certainly helps sell it). When she first arrived here, not long after Daniel, we had just started our first cloning experiment. But we could not proceed until the cloned animals could live in an ethical way (something the overseer’s have complete disregard for these days). The equation for this problem stumped all of us, but Mary pretty much instantly solved, and we had two perfectly and healthy cloned sheep on our hands. Ever since then, she has had my heart in the palm of her hands. have I told her? God no. First of all dating coworkers is strictly prohibited, which means I would be terminated immediately, and I wouldn’t be able to keep you all up to date on what’s going on in this hell hole. And second, I’m just too shy. I have to admit, I’ve never been with a woman. I’m just not very confident. I’m much better staring at computers and test tubes than I am trying to woo the opposite gender. No, it’s much easier if we remain friends. I wouldn’t want to ruin our daily lunches with any awkwardness. Besides, she desperately needs a friend she can talk to these days. Mary is deathly afraid of the others, she has been ever since she was a little girl, and lately she’s described horrible nightmares about them that end with her waking up in tears. I wish I could tell her she is safe from them, that the others can get us here. But I’m not so sure about that.

Daniel

Daniel grew up in a small city in New Hampshire called Nashua. He graduated at the top of his class, and went on to study at the University of New Hampshire. Someone from the lab was scouting for potential new hires at the school and happened to pick him up. Now he works here. He also happens to be my best friend. Well, saying that is a bit of an overstatement. I don’t really have many friends, I really prefer to keep to myself. But everyone likes Daniel. He’s nice. He always asks you how your day is going. He’s a hard worker. He always volunteers to do the menial work on projects no one else wants to touch (I wish I had him as a classmate in high school). I remember when he first showed up. This was before things started to get morally questionable around here. We were conducting an experiment with three different AI, one “good” one, one “evil” one, and one that was free to choose it’s own morality in life. The overseer’s had ordered us to find a way to force the third AI to become good. No matter what we tried however, the AI refused to listen to us, and became evil. It was Daniel who hypothesized that the AI are like children, and that in order to reach them, we must get down to their level, and be patient. And wouldn’t you know it, The AI became good not becasue we told it to, but becasue of it’a own accord. Everyone began speaking highly of Daniel after that. We really hit it off to. And by that I mean we get lunch everyday with our friend Mary. Unfortunately, the recent shake-ups around here have made Daniel noticeably more depressed. It’s all these weird projects that are getting to him, I’m sure of it. I just hope he doesn’t think of leaving town, I wouldn’t want him to end up like the other’s.

Allison

It has occurred to me that if I want to convey the full extent of what is going on down here, I am going to have to start referring to my colleagues by name, and If I’m going to do that then I might as well introduce you to them. So let’s start with my personal overseer, Allison. Allison, to put it bluntly, is a complete bitch. She started working at this facility after graduating from MIT, and she was promoted to overseer of my division not long after. She hasn’t shared much of her personal life, I’m not even aware if she’ s from New England or not. But it the people in charge don’t care about our silly little lives, only of our usefulness as employees, and on that front Allison quickly proved her worth. She certainly is a hard worker, I’ll give her that. First one in the workplace, last one to leave. Several of our projects have been completed quickly and efficiently with her input, and our current projects are all chugging along at a steady pace. I almost respect her. but as I have already said, Allison is a complete bitch. Whenever someone underneath her messes up, she can’t just chastise them in private. She has to make a big show of it, calling them horrible names and making them look and feel stupid. I myself have been on the receiving end of several of her rants, though I’m proud to say I’ve never broken down in tears, unlike some of my colleagues. Still I try my best to make her happy, working hard, kissing her ass whenever possible. Because I stay close to her, I’ve heard rumblings of some sort of top secret project going on, and apparently she knows at least something about. And based on this facilities recent track record, whatever this project is, it cant be good.