"Mutagen War Histories" Part 2
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Recovered Historical Document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.