"Mutagen War Histories"
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Recovered Historical Document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.