Department of Antiquity
Recovered Historical Document
"Architecture of the Mutagen War"
Authenticity Confirmed
Entry V - Master Researcher Krizjian's Log.
To think we could have contained the incident and tried through both
diplomatic means and the right application of political leveraging to
keep the true events quiet was a great error on our part. While our ill
fated assassins sought to kill the ambassador, another of their
operatives had also infiltrated our communications hub. While we went
about cleaning up that tube in the bloody aftermath, this other agent
had already downloaded and transmitted the tube camera footage to their
waiting handlers. Containment of the truth would have saved so many
lives, but the intricacy of the plans by the dissident factions
staggers my mind even now. Within an hour the footage was doctored and
recycled into the most provocative news release of our era. It was not
presented as a string of accidents or even the work of assassins, with
their agents whom had infiltrated our facility and an editing genius.
That sad incident went from terribly tragedy to sensational news of
human experimentation and the opening moves of a war that would
devastate our world for centuries.
Even as we returned to our council chambers to discuss the
situation, the news broke on every major network, around the globe,
images of the ambassador being subjected to cruel mutation at the hands
of our researchers, testimony by former employees of the project, which
later was revealed were more sleeper agents, the ambassador's home
country signed and announced their declaration of war within hours. We
sat around in shock, disbelieving that events had escalated and
spiraled so far beyond our control. Even calls to our respective
governments yielded nothing, it seemed as though the whole world was
aching for war, and they would get that wish, oh did they get their
wish.
War, such a loaded word, both in intentions and final outcomes,
death, destruction, economic losses, in a conventional war alone the
costs would be dramatically high, but the war that came was far from
conventional, and so ill prepared were we for what came next. While
military formations massed on country borders, and naval patrols
scoured international waters waiting for the first salvos to be fired
by any side, we continued our work, and while we kept one eye on the
news reports and orders from our controlling agencies, we knew our
research needed to continue. Once more in our scientific blindness, our
minds focused on the theory and practicality of our experiments and
research, we failed to understand the depth of human madness, when the
first real attack came it was even more of a shock to our facility and
scientists.
It's all fresh in my mind, that day, I was preparing more samples for
my agricultural mutagens. Test Sample thirteen of the new wheat
enhancement, previous samples had yielded good empirical data, having
increased size and yield by well over fire hundred percent, but it
still needed to be perfected as the wheat samples would die within only
four weeks of exposure, nutrient loss had been to high and I had to
find balancing agents to solve the problem. I was applying the new test
sample to the wheat sections in the main hydroponics bay, the mutagen
spray canister had been somewhat fussy and wouldn't spray properly. I
remember how annoyed I'd gone, and I'd cursed aloud "Work you stupid
shit or I'll blast you into bits" A childish exclamation I admit, and
yet it was also prophetic in nature as within mere moments a vast
shudder ran through the complex followed by the concussive roar of
underwater explosions. The warning sirens erupted within seconds, and
people fled in all directions, fearing death was natural to many in
those kinds of situation and with an unknown incident.
A series of new explosions rocked the complex as we all made for
the shelters, machinery, plants and all manner of thing rained down
upon us, the comm system began blaring static followed by the sub
director's panicked voice informing the facility of what unknown thing
threatened our lives.
"All personnel, evacuate, we are under assault, the enemy has
breached Dome Six and is proceeding to systematically invade and
capture storage facilities and the outer labs. Our security forces are
fighting valiantly, but are losing ground rapidly, make for the escape
subs and capsules, or shelters and offer no resistance to the enemy if
you value your lives."
How haunting, bravery amongst a community of scientists and doctors
was a mythical creature in this day and age, I know some of my co
workers had tried to fight back and were cut down without mercy. Even
as I ran down the corridors away from the battle, I kept asking myself
the question that seemed forefront to the whole event. Why, why would
they attack our facility, retribution, revenge, or some kind of sick
game to further turn the world against the projects we were undertaking
for the good of the planet. A massive explosion sent the deck plating
beneath my feet to heave and fall away dropping me down three levels to
land in a heap , knocked unconscious. I don't know what took place
shortly after, only that somehow I had survived and was moved by
someone into one of the bottom level shelters, when I awoke, I found
myself alone.
But now in retrospect, my situation paled in comparison to what had
transpired. Even now my heart shudders to think that attack was for one
goal, to obtain our research, from the agricultural to the Sinistral
Project, the enemy had been after the Mutagen, not for scientific
exploration, no, gods no, they sought it for something far worse, the
Mutagen War began with an attack on our research complex and others
like it around the world, in a rush to obtain the Mutagen for the most
vicious of reasons, weaponization.
Log Ends.
Department of Antiquity
Recovered Historical Document
"Architecture of the Mutagen War"
Authenticity Confirmed
Entry IV - Master Researcher Krizjian's Log.
What began as the first step towards a bright future for us all,
evolved into the ruination of everything we knew and loved. Advances
made in bioengineering, genetics and the practical applications of
Meta-Science, believed to be the final stepping stones to health and
prosperity for the planet, became the garden path to hell. I truly
believed in the work we did here at the Dephni Research facility. We
had already isolated so many of the causes for common ailments, birth
defects and all manner of mortal sicknesses. We prepared cures and
vaccinations against all but the most incurable of disease. Our strides
in bioengineering to make humanity better, stronger, and faster were
believed to be the awakening of a new era. We were wrong, so horribly
wrong, and even though it will never be enough, I despair that in the
firestorm of death and destruction that has crossed our planet, my
words might never reach any generation that might survive the
catastrophe I helped create. One very careless accident led to all
this. One simple mistake that was beyond anyone's control sparked all
this sadness and death.
We thought we had the answer to all of the worlds problems,
contained within our research labs beneath the ocean. Little did we
realize that Pandora was with us, guiding our steps to re-open her box,
and we did. Like willing sacrificial lambs we threw open the box of
entropy and dispersed war upon all of us. The Ambassadorial visit had
been planned months in advance. We were all excited to be able to
finally showcase decades of work, incalculable hours spent testing,
theorizing and making dreams into reality.
The Sinestral Project was one of our crowning achievements.
Genetically engineering animals to larger sizes, meant to be used
primarily for the agriculture sector to increase food supplies by
enhancing the growth and intelligence of farm animals, we thought it
would increase productivity of livestock by an exponential amount.
Little did we know at the time it would become one of the more sought
after elements of our research for military applications. In our age of
high technology, those who brought about the final chapters of our
society sought not higher technology, but lower tech means to disable
and overthrow the global government. And we had delivered, oh how we
had delivered. The beasts brought about during the mutagen war give me
nightmares even now. I see glimpses of them from the observation deck,
still roaming the islands beyond the Dephni Facility on the prowl for
fresh meat.
But I digress; I remember exactly the sequence of events that led
from this point to now, the moments orchestrated by Pandora to open her
box and unleash upon the world the war and death that followed them. I
remember the freshly polished floor, the poor research assistant moving
quietly past the Ambassador's entourage, the escort submarine that was
keeping station outside the main launch bay, and finally, the latest
batch of mutagen material the assistant was carrying from the main labs
to the cryo storage deck. It all seemed so innocent at the time, a
simple accident causing all this, but the truth, which I now reveal,
would devastate the fragile governments struggling to survive at this
point. We thought it was a simple accident of fate that the assistant
was present at that time and place. We'd planned to go through all the
timetables for the days work to keep the ongoing work clear of the
Ambassador and his staff, not to hide things you understand, but simply
to keep the passages clear, the tubes open for his movements from
section to section.
But things worked against us; the submarine, crewed and commanded
by the dissident faction, the assistant in the employ of that faction’s
leader all this time as sleeper agent. We had no idea the intricacies
of the plan. Even now it boggles the mind how such things could fall
into place so easily given the security measures we had in place. The
submarine's engines and the sudden "power spike" caused it to roll "out
of control", sending it to collide with the facility which was
ironically near the tube system the ambassador was traveling through.
This led all persons in that section to stumble, and the research
assistant’s supposed loss of balance and accidental unsealing of the
bio case was like watching a stunt actor in a film fake a great fall,
all the while maintaining perfect bodily control. This step, in turn,
caused several mutagen cocktails to spray onto the Ambassador.
The mutagen, meant for primate class animals, had an instant and
immediate effect. While the assistant had basic knowledge of the true
nature of the chemicals, the area of effect was apparently not one of
them. Not only had the Ambassador been affected, but the assistant and
all the people within that tube were also subjected to the mutagen. The
effect was immediate and horrifying. Within minutes of being exposed
they all began to mutate, their DNA combining with the progressive
mutagen and the super accelerated ape DNA. Within minutes they'd gone
form intelligent distinguished visitors to raging animals. Lock down of
the section was immediate, and while we scrambled to try and reach them
to reverse the effect, it was too late. The uncontrolled animal nature
was faster than any measure we could have taken. By the time we could
reach the area, all but the Ambassador lay dead, killed in a bestial
battle of dominance over a confined space. That single incident was the
beginning of the end, and the end of a new beginning. While I hope life
survives, I remain apart to live out the remainder of my life logging
the truth of events, and in punishment to suffer for my crimes against
the world.
Log Ends.
Entry V and VI to follow pending decryption.