<em></em>Log 1, Day 1. This is the first day of my overseeing of this unit. The subject appears to be harmless, but I will not take any chances. It is telling me I should come closer, but that is the call of the devil himself. I will not answer it. I will not. Log 1, Day 2. It started screaming today. About how absolutely lonely It was. How it needed someone to be with It. I almost found myself opened the gates of It's pen for a split second. I'm weakening. It's only the second day, though. I'm sure that I will build up an immunity to It's beckoning voice. I still stand strong in my observation booth. Log 1, Day 3. It stopped screaming. Finally. But now It's whispering to me-questions, I think- and I answered. What else was I supposed to do? There's no harm in chatting peacefully, right? I sound foolish. I know I do. But it's all I can do now to keep myself sane here. Log 1, Day 4. It was peaceful when I went into my booth this morning. "Was" is the key word. As soon as I tried to talk to It, It answered slowly and smoothly. "TU351, Do you remember me?" "Yes. That's a stupid question, isn't it, Dr.******?" It's harsher language suggested that It was capable of neural and memory and patterns. I don't remember what it was, but our conversation took a dark turn because of a question It asked me. I responded, and something happened to It. It's left eye started dripping a tar-like black liquid, with a similar consistency to molasses from what I saw. It bled through the cloth bandages had used to try and contain it. What I saw was not much, because as soon as I slammed my hand down on the intercom button to report how "TU351 is out of control, I repeat, TU351 is out of control," ... It blew open the gate with almost the force of a nuclear explosion, that black liquid hitting the ground, the metal bars, and even the glass of my observing booth, and dissolving it at a quick rate. I ran away. What can I say? I wasn't a coward. Who knows what It's capable of doing So I did what any sane person did when It gave chase as I sprinted down the hall.
What Do You Do ?
TU351.
