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Saturday, 23.8.2008, add on to the previous

Diary... Sh*t. F*ck. Sh*tf*ck.

Just came back from the lab. I was so freaking worried that I've forgotten something, or something's not right. And there it was, I forgot my freaking cell phone on my desk. The night guard said that something has been beeping for whole night in the lab, and he thought it'd be a bomb. Looks like it was reminder in my calendar about the amusement park day with my parents.

Then, my curiosity woke up, and I went to check the samples again. I must've stared the lens for minutes without blinking. I've been wondering why on earth the cure is so virulent, strong, versatile, changing, and adabtable. And there it was. For a moment I could see the shape that was much more recognizable, which I've seen so many times during my study. It's a virus. It's a freaking virus. I've been working on a virus for whole time. What on earth are they planning!?! Why I wasn't informed of this? I know this company wanted to keep things thightly from other people's grasps with all the security, secrecy and stuff, but this explains it all. This is b*llsh*t. I should quit this job immediatelly, but so far the paycheck hasn't been that bad, not bad at all. My morale is just waking up and banging my head with issues to whom I'm working for and for what reasons. How are they going to use it? On who? And it's all my work. My work. Congratulations, you're a freaking mass murderer.

Yes, it's definitely a virus, even though it doesn't look like it at first. The signs are clear. Ambisense, ss and ds baltimore group, both DNA and RNA affected, replication site happens in nucleus, cytoplasm, even in archea. Where did they get this sh*t from? I can't tell what viridae it actually is, but I'm sure it's close to retrovirdae. Or could it be that I'm working on group of viruses? Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!!! I gotta go to work in when I wake up and call of the poker night. I don't care how much those guys owed me, I gotta make a vaccine for this cr*p before it's too late. If I can get any sleep this night, that is... Godspeed.

Saturday, 23.8.2008

Diary, there's something bothering me...

I know I should have a day off, but I'm so curious. I don't know, but could be that some day I can just thank myself for being so freaking paranoid. For whole day I've been thinking about my work. I should've had fun when I went to amusement park, but I just couldn't get things out of my head. That's what's wrong, things just keep bothering me until I get to solve it. I can't get any sleep. I gotta go. I know it's late, I know it's in middle of a night and that guard at night shift thinks I'm nots or working way too much, but I gotta go. I gotta return back to lab and check that everything's ok. Something's definitely wrong, I know it, I can feel it. I'll see you later when I get home. If I get home.

Thursday, 21.8.2008

My ever interested diary...

The cure acts in a strange way. As I've said, it developes itself just in few days, and spreads like a butter on a hot pan. Hmmm... Gotta make some toasts after this. Anyways, if you've seen the movie Evolution, this is something like that, except fire doesn't make it grow or it doesn't come to life as fast as in the movie. Ok, the movie was just few hours long, so they had to keep the pace fast, it's not like there will be lizards popping out from the microscope suddenly. Back on the tracks, I keep phasing off from the topic, mind is just too full of opportunities. I can already see Nobel prize gathering dust in my basement. I'm gonna put a sample on cancer tumor, we'll see what happens in few days.

I've been a project manager for days now, and still I don't know the names of my co-workers. At some point we'll have to spend some time in this corporation's worker's entertainment days, where we're obliged to have some good time and to get knowing each others from outside the work. At that point I can't call people "skinny bald creep" or "hot red head". Wonder what's my name... The Silent Guy? Project Bitch? The-Who-Always-Puts-Whipped-Cream-Topping-On-Every-Dessert? Whatever, since I run the whole show, and things get too nifty, I might as well name this project Operation Backstabber.

Wednesday, 20.8.2008

Diary, you're running out of pages at some point...

It has been incredible indeed. The way it developes itself just in matter of days. Like white cells, it gathers information from other cells and keeps them in memory for next ones it affects. And this time they don't flux or break, they keep their shape. The way it makes it is quite aggressive though, replacing the old bad cells with itself and its copy, only a healthier version. Basically that wouldn't sound so healthy, but if it stays healthy as it looks like, it could be immune to every disease we know. Actually, now that I think about it, this could also result in some super human... Uh... Why am I doing this project again?

Tuesday, 19.8.2008

Diary, this is unbelievable...

I haven't noticed before, but the vaccine that was left with cells has began to evolve. Its been only some days and the change is somewhat mild, but considering how fast the progress is, it's quite astonishing. You can barely see it even if you know what you're looking for, but I can presume that there will be bigger results just in days. Where on earth did they find this stuff? Did they just made it up, was it an accident, or is it just evolution found somewhere in Africa? Whatever it is, I feel like we're having a breakthrough soon. So excited. Actually, so excited that I kind of forgot what's going on with Terry. I'll just play nice and maybe nothing will happen to me.

Monday, 18.8.2008

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I can barely control the whole thing. The problem is that white cells keep attacking this cure, and I have to make it so strong that they can withstand it (causing the problem of having too little white cells, but that's not a problem, since the cure acts as a guardian for the body), or try to have the cure mask itself so that the body doesn't think it's an intruder. But who am I kidding? I'm no Tony Stark, like I'd manage to make in three weeks a cure for every disease in the world, even with these equipments. And even with this rich corporation with these pieces of technology, we still get lousy coffee. I'm switching to tea.

Sunday, 17.8.2008

Operation Hidden Diary,

Looks like I'm not so paranoid after all. I left some signs at my home, and now that I'm back, I've noticed that someone has been snooping in my apartment. Now that I've checked my work contract again, many sections note that everything happening at my work is fully confidential and company owns everything that I considered private. I'm truly a Umbrella bitch now. So far they haven't locked me inside a lab and forced me to research... Me and my big mouth...

Saturday, 16.8.2008

My hidden diary,

Since I'm the project manager in T-sector now, I got more power to control everything. But of course, there's always a bigger fish. When I was checking our supplies, I noticed that Abstergo Industries has some interest in some of our projects, same with Stark and Wayne Industries. Those are quite big names. But the interesting part is, all those orders are in numbers of under 100. Looks like people are trying to keep things low. Why on earth I feel like that I'm the one who knows the least what's going on around here? I'll show them. I'll just write my reports partially and keep the most important things to myself! How do you like those apples?

Saturday, 16.8.2008

Morning diary...

When I received my new passage key, I never imagined T-sector to be so huge. The technology level of machines here give me possibilities I couldn't imagine to exist. Just an hour ago I checked my clock and realized I've been doing way too much overwork. I feel like a kid on a Christmas morning. I'm trying to create a vaccine that slows down the speeding process of cell regeneration. Just in case things get ugly. Strange that they haven't figured this out yet, I mean, instead of burning every failed sample I have, they've sent it here to harvest and continue its research. Or maybe that's why they turned me into this T-sector freak... To create an antidote. I gotta hide you, getting more paranoid. Whoever gets this book in his hand, I swear, she told me she was 18, the family dropped off the charges, I'm not writing her anymore, case closed, everyone's happy, so can we stop talking about it?! Jesus Christ Superstar...

Thursday, 14.8.2008

Houston? We have a problem...

Am I getting more and more paranoid or is it just coincidence? Apparently they've noticed my talents and shifting me to T-sector. Or they just want to control me more. Whatever I ask from them, they either tell me it's classified, or me or they don't have the classifications to receive the information I'm looking for. It's like a game where I have to gain enough levels to be able to get a donut in this section. I hate this sector.