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Subject: Aly-N
Authority: Order-B
Conductor: Persimmon B1
Observer: *****************
DOE: **/**/****
EDOC: **/**/2220
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[Conductor Persimmon B1, now referred to as 'PB1' for the remainder of the experiment, is seen sitting uncomfortably on a chair behind a table. Subject Aly-N, currently placed directly in front of the table, will now be referred to as 'Subject.' PB1 indicates for the initiation of live audio and visual recordings with proper hand signals to approved personnel behind ** inches of reinforced specialized glass 10 feet away from both PB1 and Subject.]
*PB1 coughs once before taking up a digitial pen to write down any new changes in the physical condition of Subject*
PB1: "Uh.. Okay. Experiment 19 on Series Aly, Identification N, will now commence with the usual protocol."
*Some static is heard through the microphone behind reinforced glass before a voice responds*
Personnel: "Approved. You may proceed. Detainment Authority B on standby."
*PB1 mutters something incoherently while tapping his pen on the Holo-pad*
Personnel: "We couldn't catch that. Please repeat that a little louder."
*PB1 immediately looks up and glares at the one-way glass*
PB1: "It was nothing! Gosh, stop being such nit-picky assholes and let me do my job! Besides, there hasn't been any changes in any of the aliens in the past ** decades, so all these protocols are absolute bullshit. What are- "
*Loud feedback from the microphone erupts in response and silences PB1*
Personnel: "Perform the experiment. Now."
*PB1 is seen visibly clenching his jaws while tightly gripping his pen before sighing*
PB1: "Yes. Conducting now."
*PB1 taps on more options on his Holo-pad before carefully approaching Subject*
*A cough is heard through the microphone*
Personnel: "Any day now. You said it yourself. These aliens haven't done anything since we captured them ** decades ago. The higher-ups are getting a bit impatient so I would hurry up if I were you."
Stolen novel; please report.
PB1: ".... Acknowledged."
*PB1 is seen taking a deep breath before quickly jotting down notes as he is now less than 1 foot away Subject*
PB1: "No observable changes can be seen. Subject is still in a hardened gelatinous-type of unknown material casing with approximate measurements of 5 feet high, 7 feet long, and 3 feet wide. Subject appears to not have moved at all since the last experiment and... the color of the... so-called "aura" of Subject is still purplish-black. Also, the casing is still that vile greenish-blackish-purplish nasty-ass color and- "
*An unusually loud cracking sound is heard from Subject as PB1 is seen retreating 7 feet away almost instantaneously. Both pen and pad have been thrown away towards the right of the table, hitting the ** feet thick steel walls surrounding the entire experimental cell. Camera zooms in simultaneously on the barely visible crack on the casing of Subject while the faint scrapings of chairs behind the glass could be heard*
*PB1 screams in panic while frantically banging on the cell door*
PB1: "Let me out! Let me out! Shit, fuck, shit, fuck - LET ME OUT DAMMIT!"
*PB1 is seemingly ignored as personnel continues to observe the new change in Subject. After 10 seconds, feedback with slightly more static is heard*
Personnel: "Persimmon B1. Restrain yourself. I repeat. Restrain. Yourself. Act in accordance with protocol or else necessary punishment will be enacted following your exit."
*PB1 is seen quickly calming down once realizing that nothing has changed after the crack on the casing of Subject. PB1 loudly sighs and closes his eyes only to rapidly open them again. He faces the camera before bowing as low as he can*
PB1: "I apologize Mr. President and staff and higher-ups. That was unbecoming of me and will not happen again. It would be duly appreciated if this incident was forgotten and- "
[Log cuts off. Log ends after 28 minutes and 32 seconds on **/**/****]
*PB1 shuts up once realizing that something is unusual. There is silence. An absolute silence where not even the feedback of the microphone could be heard. A fly that sneakily managed to enter the cell with the entrance of PB1 could be seen frozen in midair. PB1 pauses with cold sweat flooding down his back and forehead as he slowly looks around with increasing tension and horror. PB1 immediately notices the colors of the room fading with a steady pace but before he could fully comprehend all the colors draining to a familiar blackish-purplish hue, he screams once his eyes fall on Subject. However, no sound could be heard.*
*PB1 tries to mouth out some expletives to no avail before belatedly realizing his vision falling to the now blackened ground. Everything falls into darkness.*
*But before the mind of PB1 fully blacks out, he hears it. On the fringe of his conciousness, an ancient, unfathomably dreadful voice boomed, echoing in the mind of a vessel too insignificant to withstand.*
???: "W#heRe..@%&. aM I.... &$&%...?"
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*Multiple panicked voices could be heard through the microphone before an entirely different voice articulates slowly*
X1: "This is Authority Order-C Captain C1 speaking. PB1 has gone MIA. I repeat PB1 has gone MIA. Initiate protocol Def-SD immediately. I repeat. Initiate Defcon-ShutDown immediately. All personnel of Order-C are to proceed to their designated Room of Evacuation (ROE). Order-A and Order-B are to be on standby near cells of immediate importance until further notice. Nothing is to get in or out of the compound. Any life form approaching or leaving the facility is to be responded with Kill-Order Standard Firearms (KOSF).”
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*X1 shuts off the intercom connecting the President's Office to Alpha Facility before sighing. Silence descends on the room with the exception of the barely audible buzz of the light fixtures hanging above.*
A minute later, the President calmly whispers, "Godspeed everyone, Godspeed."
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