[OOC] Scientist's Notes
Taken from the facebook. I fear this reference will one day disappear, so I saved it here.
1
So drained. I fear that my old body was not built for this.
But it was worth it… he’s awake. His small eyes squinted under the light of my workbench.
His first acts were those of defiance, writhing free of my grasp.
He’s a stubborn one.
That stubbornness will prove invaluable in this world. It’s a trait I have lacked over the years, something I wish I could go back and learn. But there are some qualities you must just be born with.
His face carries a pride and sense of knowledge that surprises me. I may have designed him, but I never expected such an expressive sense of power behind those eyes. 1 is a leader, that much is certain. Only time will tell if he is a good one. I will release him tonight.
And now, on to his brethren. As tired as I am, I can’t stop designing, creating… I must continue.
2
Sleep is a luxury I never appreciated until it slipped through my fingers. The skies of day and night blur together like hazy orange and purple paints. In the early hours of the morning (or is it the fleeting minutes of night?), I have created 2.
He is different from 1. He, like 1, leapt from my hand the moment I removed him from the Transfer Device. But whereas 1 didn’t look back, 2 showed a level of concern for me almost immediately.
He carefully made his way across the floor, touching everything in the room as if to better physically acquaint himself with this new world.
And then he did something none of my creations have ever done. He smiled.
Right now he’s in the farthest corner of the room, on the ground, just building a simple pile of scraps. I am glad he is keeping himself busy, as my work is not nearly done. It will be hard to let him go.
I need to sleep.
3 and 4
It’s terrifying to think that you really don’t know what you had in this life until it’s too late.
I’m not quite sure what these creations will do in the future, but one thing is clear, we’ve made so many mistakes in the past.
I want to make sure these foolish decisions are never repeated. To do that, the world collectively must learn, and remember. Not a faint emotional memory, but a clear record of time.
Thus, 3 and 4.
So much energy! So much unbridled childlike curiosity.
They carry the same inquisitive nature as 2, but with unparalleled passion. It’s like history and knowledge provide sustenance to their speedy little bodies.
And I mean SPEEDY. These guys are like little puppies, but instead of running around and chewing on furniture, 3 and 4 open books and tear through them with their eyes. Then they carefully return the book to its place and move on to the next.
I’ve given up trying to chase them around the room.
Their joy boosts my spirits. Yet in the recesses of my mind, I cannot forget the death outside.
5
The creations are each truly taking on a life of their own.
For example, 2 tinkered endlessly with the tools in my laboratory. He spent a whole day tinkering with lenses, crafting an impressive little telescope. It is such a peculiar feeling; to see so much of yourself in another living being.
Each new creation has helped me design and fine-tune the next. Which leads me to 5.
5 was born today.
I expected he would spring from my hand like the others, but he didn’t. He looked back at me, trusting, and waited for me to gently place him among the equipment in my lab.
Whereas they all initially showed such a primal need to explore the environment alone, 5 waited for me to show him the way. He trusts me. He is my purest creation to date.
6
6 is, shall I say, peculiar.
After the birth of 5, I thought that subsequent creations would continue to show a natural connection to the world around them, a place in this world. And it’s not to say that 6 doesn’t belong… just that he does not fit in naturally.
Which is not necessarily a negative observation. He is amazingly expressive through his art, these strange little sketches that capture what he’s thinking better than any words.
I think he just sees the world differently than the others, and in this sense, he is alone. But he seems to like it that way. Sometimes it is easier to be by yourself.
6 took more out of me than the others. I need to rest.
7
Even in these walls, I am learning by observing my new creations. 1 is a born leader, but has a hard time with trust. 5 is a natural counterpoint, full of innocent trust. This is not to imply that either is better or worse than the other, merely that they display strengths and weaknesses. It is a beautiful thing.
They were all unbalanced, until this afternoon.
7.
She is beautiful, brave, and fiercely independent. She displays an agile ferocity unseen in the others, something else I never could have predicted. Her sharp eye will prove invaluable on their mission.
7 is going to whip the rest into shape.
I, on the other hand, am exhausted. Off to bed.
8
Those who protect us are sometimes the least appreciated. It should not be this way.
Even I, a grown man, am a bit intimidated by 8. He is gargantuan when compared to the others… a thick clump of power. All muscle, none too bright.
The others will need someone to guard them in this new world, and 8 is definitely a formidable protector. If I didn’t have someone watching over me, I wouldn’t have gotten this far.
Over these endless dark nights, I am grateful for the watchful eye and protection of the Rebels. I only hope that 8 can shield the other creations the same way the Rebels have shielded me from the war.
This damned war. Although frontline intelligence reports are dwindling, the news grows bleaker with each new story I hear. Entire nations have crumbled. The few of us hiding in this corner of the city feel like rodents waiting to be smoked out.
I will release 8 at dawn, with the help of the Rebels, who have their own mission in the morning.
Also
8 was released this morning. From my cupped hands, I let him go into the madness of war. I have no idea if the others are still alive, but collectively they are my gift to this world, the last bit of hope I have outside of the Rebels.
The brave men and women still standing are joining the rest of the troops in the field this morning in a full force strike on the Fabrication Machine.
I pray they can do it. The Fabrication Machine, while powerful, can be stopped. If anyone is going to do it, it’s these remaining heroes.
I look forward to their safe return home tomorrow.
9
I am alone, consumed by the ringing in my ears. It’s so quiet out there. My body is cold and fatigued, vision blurry.
I haven’t heard from anyone in days. Maybe they had to reroute after the strike? But as a pragmatist, I can only assume the more likely outcome and continue on my path.
I am sorry everyone. This world was a place of tarnished beauty, but a place worth fixing nonetheless. And all I ever wanted to do was give my part in fixing it.
We had so much potential… so much promise. But we squandered our gifts.
For whatever it’s worth, these are my new gifts to the world.
I am so empty and alone up here.
It is time.
Our world is ending, but life must go on.
1
So drained. I fear that my old body was not built for this.
But it was worth it… he’s awake. His small eyes squinted under the light of my workbench.
His first acts were those of defiance, writhing free of my grasp.
He’s a stubborn one.
That stubbornness will prove invaluable in this world. It’s a trait I have lacked over the years, something I wish I could go back and learn. But there are some qualities you must just be born with.
His face carries a pride and sense of knowledge that surprises me. I may have designed him, but I never expected such an expressive sense of power behind those eyes. 1 is a leader, that much is certain. Only time will tell if he is a good one. I will release him tonight.
And now, on to his brethren. As tired as I am, I can’t stop designing, creating… I must continue.
2
Sleep is a luxury I never appreciated until it slipped through my fingers. The skies of day and night blur together like hazy orange and purple paints. In the early hours of the morning (or is it the fleeting minutes of night?), I have created 2.
He is different from 1. He, like 1, leapt from my hand the moment I removed him from the Transfer Device. But whereas 1 didn’t look back, 2 showed a level of concern for me almost immediately.
He carefully made his way across the floor, touching everything in the room as if to better physically acquaint himself with this new world.
And then he did something none of my creations have ever done. He smiled.
Right now he’s in the farthest corner of the room, on the ground, just building a simple pile of scraps. I am glad he is keeping himself busy, as my work is not nearly done. It will be hard to let him go.
I need to sleep.
3 and 4
It’s terrifying to think that you really don’t know what you had in this life until it’s too late.
I’m not quite sure what these creations will do in the future, but one thing is clear, we’ve made so many mistakes in the past.
I want to make sure these foolish decisions are never repeated. To do that, the world collectively must learn, and remember. Not a faint emotional memory, but a clear record of time.
Thus, 3 and 4.
So much energy! So much unbridled childlike curiosity.
They carry the same inquisitive nature as 2, but with unparalleled passion. It’s like history and knowledge provide sustenance to their speedy little bodies.
And I mean SPEEDY. These guys are like little puppies, but instead of running around and chewing on furniture, 3 and 4 open books and tear through them with their eyes. Then they carefully return the book to its place and move on to the next.
I’ve given up trying to chase them around the room.
Their joy boosts my spirits. Yet in the recesses of my mind, I cannot forget the death outside.
5
The creations are each truly taking on a life of their own.
For example, 2 tinkered endlessly with the tools in my laboratory. He spent a whole day tinkering with lenses, crafting an impressive little telescope. It is such a peculiar feeling; to see so much of yourself in another living being.
Each new creation has helped me design and fine-tune the next. Which leads me to 5.
5 was born today.
I expected he would spring from my hand like the others, but he didn’t. He looked back at me, trusting, and waited for me to gently place him among the equipment in my lab.
Whereas they all initially showed such a primal need to explore the environment alone, 5 waited for me to show him the way. He trusts me. He is my purest creation to date.
6
6 is, shall I say, peculiar.
After the birth of 5, I thought that subsequent creations would continue to show a natural connection to the world around them, a place in this world. And it’s not to say that 6 doesn’t belong… just that he does not fit in naturally.
Which is not necessarily a negative observation. He is amazingly expressive through his art, these strange little sketches that capture what he’s thinking better than any words.
I think he just sees the world differently than the others, and in this sense, he is alone. But he seems to like it that way. Sometimes it is easier to be by yourself.
6 took more out of me than the others. I need to rest.
7
Even in these walls, I am learning by observing my new creations. 1 is a born leader, but has a hard time with trust. 5 is a natural counterpoint, full of innocent trust. This is not to imply that either is better or worse than the other, merely that they display strengths and weaknesses. It is a beautiful thing.
They were all unbalanced, until this afternoon.
7.
She is beautiful, brave, and fiercely independent. She displays an agile ferocity unseen in the others, something else I never could have predicted. Her sharp eye will prove invaluable on their mission.
7 is going to whip the rest into shape.
I, on the other hand, am exhausted. Off to bed.
8
Those who protect us are sometimes the least appreciated. It should not be this way.
Even I, a grown man, am a bit intimidated by 8. He is gargantuan when compared to the others… a thick clump of power. All muscle, none too bright.
The others will need someone to guard them in this new world, and 8 is definitely a formidable protector. If I didn’t have someone watching over me, I wouldn’t have gotten this far.
Over these endless dark nights, I am grateful for the watchful eye and protection of the Rebels. I only hope that 8 can shield the other creations the same way the Rebels have shielded me from the war.
This damned war. Although frontline intelligence reports are dwindling, the news grows bleaker with each new story I hear. Entire nations have crumbled. The few of us hiding in this corner of the city feel like rodents waiting to be smoked out.
I will release 8 at dawn, with the help of the Rebels, who have their own mission in the morning.
Also
8 was released this morning. From my cupped hands, I let him go into the madness of war. I have no idea if the others are still alive, but collectively they are my gift to this world, the last bit of hope I have outside of the Rebels.
The brave men and women still standing are joining the rest of the troops in the field this morning in a full force strike on the Fabrication Machine.
I pray they can do it. The Fabrication Machine, while powerful, can be stopped. If anyone is going to do it, it’s these remaining heroes.
I look forward to their safe return home tomorrow.
9
I am alone, consumed by the ringing in my ears. It’s so quiet out there. My body is cold and fatigued, vision blurry.
I haven’t heard from anyone in days. Maybe they had to reroute after the strike? But as a pragmatist, I can only assume the more likely outcome and continue on my path.
I am sorry everyone. This world was a place of tarnished beauty, but a place worth fixing nonetheless. And all I ever wanted to do was give my part in fixing it.
We had so much potential… so much promise. But we squandered our gifts.
For whatever it’s worth, these are my new gifts to the world.
I am so empty and alone up here.
It is time.
Our world is ending, but life must go on.