Day 653(?)
Final entry:
It has been a long time since I wrote in this journal. All I can say is that we were wrong. We did not know.
The screams… Even in the Test Subject’s sleep, the screams of his species managed to reach his ears. And even if he was not consciously aware of what was transpiring, the events doubtlessly disturbed and agitated him.
The final day of testing was going along well enough, until yet again he created a member of his own species. This one was slightly different, however. It was a young female, a mere child; probably the offspring of the Test Subject. Even we, the cold, cruel, and arrogant researchers we were, did not have the heart to disintegrate a child after everything we had done. By that point we began to feel that using a sentient species from another planet was wrong, and that perhaps we should have only used our own kind from the beginning.
But not destroying her was a mistake. Within minutes, she began to cry. It was not a cry of pain but of fear. Suddenly appearing in a room without its parents, surrounded by the cold, hard glass and even colder, harder stares from what it probably perceived as monsters must have scared the child to no end.
The cries must have reached the Test Subject’s ears, because within moments our instruments went into a frenzy. We now realize that what had occurred was that which we were too foolish to imagine would happen in the first place: The Test Subject had a nightmare.
Without warning a multitude of monsters unlike any we had ever seen burst forth. Not even the scariest recesses of our own species’ minds had ever conjured up such hellspawn.
The waves never ended, either. The vaporization process was no match for [the machine’s] ability to create. In fact, most of the creatures created were immune to the process. We speculate that this is because most of them were creatures of myth from the Test Subject’s planet, and thus were created as the invincible demons that they were believed to be.
Nothing we could do could withstand the onslaught that followed. All we really could do was run. Run and hide in hopes that we might be spared even but a few moments longer.
As much as I wish to describe every creature in detail, I simply cannot do so. The majority have features that I have no words for, and frankly I have not even had a chance to look at one long enough to have a strong mental image of what they are.
But there are two that I can speak of, the two which are the most numerous. These seem to be the type which are infectious, spreading their disease and creating more of their kind like a virus.
The first one looks exactly like a Test Subject, except it is exceedingly pale, with glowing eyes and vicious teeth (for the species). It seems to have an almost sexual desire for bodily fluids, which it extracts using its teeth. These seem to have some kind of intelligence and self-awareness, but they do not seem interested in speaking with us. At best, they desire only to kill us. In fact, they seem to take an almost evil pleasure in the act of doing so, as if they are well aware of why they were created. Worst of all is the physiological resilience. Nothing we do seems to kill them. Perhaps, because they are a creature of myth, there is a specific method involved. Unfortunately because they are a different species we have no way of knowing.
The second one, again, looks exactly like a Test Subject except it appears dead and rotting. This one hungers for flesh, and it attacks indiscriminately. In fact, with this one, massive hordes of this kind will flock to wherever living flesh is and will tear apart entire cities in looking for it. Because of this one, anywhere without layers of reinforced protection is a guaranteed death sentence. But even if we protect against this kind we still have to deal with the countless other monsters which seek our death.
There is actually one more I can speak of, though only through third-hand accounts. Obviously, when the disaster broke out and our planet was being ravaged we attempted to leave through space, but every single ship that tried to leave was destroy. The creature was as large as the planet, and possessed physically impossible speeds. It had a body which vaguely resembled a Test Subject’s body, except it had gigantic wings on its back and countless tentacles on its face. It dominated our planet without mercy, and supposedly anyone who looked directly at it with their own eyes was driven mad instantly. The mythical creatures of [foreign soil] are frightening to no end.
With all of this being said, the reminder of my kind and I have retreated deep, deep underground; farther than we should normally consider safe, but in this case there is no depth too unsafe.
However, there is an issue. Somehow, the rotting Test Subject’s can still tell where we are. Some of our above ground viewing devices have detected massive holes filled to the brim with writhing, rotting Test Subject’s, who we can only guess are digging their way towards us, although we have no way of determining how close they are. I can only assume that they will get past our meager underground walls at any moment.
I decided to write this final entry as a means of securing the past; so that any future readers may understand how and why things have come to pass as they have. But also I wish to express my deepest regrets.
I know now that what we attempted to do was egotistical and foolish. While I do not say we deserve our fate, I will say that I accept it as a consequence of our actions. I apologize to all of those I hurt, and all of those who were hurt because of this Armageddon.
I am so sorry.
End note:
Thelightsareoutthepoundingwon’tstopthey’rebreakingthroughthey’rebreakingthroughthey’vebrokenthroughwearedead.dead.dead.dea
Translator’s End note: The text stops here, seemingly incomplete and unfinished.
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