IRC-Galleria

Sunday, 31.8.2008

My mobile diary,

I woke up in the middle of the night, since that Family Guy came from Fox so late, not good for my sleeping rhythm. Nothing to eat in the fridge anymore, snacked everything during those sitcoms and cartoons, so I have to head to the late night cafeteria. Why on earth they show Iron Man so late?

While walking to the cafeteria, you can't believe who I met in the halls. The trainee. Where on earth he has been? He said that he was looking for the rat since it was his responsibility, and lost the track of time, and then the sleeping rhythm. Since we didn't have anything to do, we decided grab something from the cafeteria and go for a rodent hunt. We tried to get the night shift guard with us, but he was too busy with his Playboy. Or was it Playgirl? I swear it was... Anyways, two guys with flashlights wandering around corporate building looking for a rodent in middle of a night. Yes, sounds like a B-class horror material to me. This is why I haven't gotten myself a pet yet.

Saturday, 30.8.2008

Dear substituting diary,

Since I've been working on this project tonight, instead of being home doing something nice like the others, I'm not allowed to leave this building because of the rat incident. So, I'll stay in the facilities of this building, which look like five star hotel rooms. I should release rats more often. Also, since I can't come and write in your last pages, I'll have to write everything in my phone's memo and update you later. Or, I could try to do the voice record, but I'm too lazy for that, already gotten used to this dictionary function from sending messages to Terry. Speaking of missing people, haven't seen that trainee today. Either they fed him to the rats, made him an experiment for the project, or he got lost in this gigantic building. Gotta go now, will have to worry later, have some wrestling to watch, and hundreds of channels of more entertainment.

Friday, 29.8.2008

My dear ratbusting diary...

A grey dull routine day. People go to work every morning, work eight hours or more, go home and get ready for next day, they repeat this at least five times a week, during weekends or their day offs they do the stuff they didn't have time to do during their work days. This happens day after day, for years, with no time to live. You're born, you have your childhood and time to have fun. But it ends when you gotta go to school, so that you get education. With education, you get a job. With a job, you get to pay your rent and have food on the table. Until you're over sixty, and have time for your life. Except, it's too late by then. You're too old for all the stuffs you wanted to do when you were young. That's the summary of human's life.

But today things will be bit different for the workers, one small rodent managed to bring colour to this company. Some of the employees are sent back to their home, some of us are transferred to other sectors to work while there's a big hassle in sector T. I'm going all the way to sector G. This building is massive. Of course, the trainee is sent here too, free labor is always welcome. They afford to throw such a big celebration, and still want to save money with trainees. Or they're planning to use him as an experiment some day, looking for nolives who nobody misses when they're gone.

I'm still worried about the rat. It's so small that it can sneak inside the ventilation and other small spaces that everybody can miss. I gotta get this vaccine working as soon as possible. No lunch breaks for me today. I could really use a small nap though, I've been hunting that rat for whole night with a flashlight. Later, later.

Thursday, 28.9.2008

My secret agent's diary...

Looks like this is starting to be a habit, sneaking into the lab in middle of the night. Well, sneaking and sneaking, I could count it as overwork. The night guard doesn't seem to worry about the whole thing, as he has seen me working quite late past my shift. Besides, since he doesn't have the clearance to know what's happening in the lab, all we can tell him that the information he's looking for is classified, hah! So, here I am, wondering around the labs and paranoidly checking if everything's ok, considering that the trainee might've missed something, and what do I encounter? One of the rat cages has been left open. I feel like jumping on a chair screaming like ladies in those old black and white movies. Hey, if you'd know what that rat's carrying, you'd too. I go back to night guard and inform that we have a situation, and to secure the area. We don't want that rodent to get out from this building roaming around in the gigantic city. And so far I don't even know what will happen to that rat, as we've disposed of them after few days of giving them an ebola virus, then the cure. All I know that some of the subjects start to act like miniature wolverines. No, not the guy with a cigar and that bad attitude...

Which reminds me, during our ten course dinner in the over fancy restaurant, I managed to figure out who's Mr. T... I better start to look for a different nickname or start carrying bling bling, because I "pity the fool" who's gonna get bitten by that rat. We all do.

Wednesday, 27.8.2008

My gastronomic diary...

Nobody asked me about my extra shipments, either they're monitoring me subtly, they missed something, or they really trust their project leader. And so far the trainee hasn't done anything wrong or mistakes. I wish I could have more time to keep an eye on him. At least he could stop moshing inside the lab.

Tonight the company is celebrating something, discovery of something or company's birthday, I didn't pay attention, my mind is dwelling too much on this crazy project. Every big boss is dining in this fancy restaurant, including those who are working on major projects. This includes our T-sector, even the trainee. There's a dress code in the restaurant, and the trainee looked like he was from some 90s death metal band. Guess if the company is big enough, anybody can get in. I'll try to enjoy the food.

What was the name of that one guy who was in the top floors of the building? Whiskers or something...

Tuesday, 26.8.2008

Diary 101,

Today we encountered a bad omen. We have a new guy, a trainee, and I'm sure he will fullfill the prophecy of extreme catastrophe. The end of the world. Or that people give him assignments, he doesn't know how to do them right, and we have to redo the task he had, thus doubling our work. The company is huge, and in cafeteria you can barely recognice anyone from the white jackets, but this guy... Black hair, piercings, mascara... I'm not sure, but I swear he had contact lenses.

About the "cure", some people might notice that I've requested extra material for my research, considering that I'm working on the vaccine also. Someone might get interested. Someone might wanna ask me questions. Or use their brains and figure out that if I'm working on something this dangerous, I should also be working out counter measures. But hey, I wasn't informed, I'm working on a cure, why would I need somekind of antidote for it? I bet we're replacables since things are cordinated this poorly. It doesn't matter if they throw us huge pile of money, we're gonna be dead anyways. Which leads to a paranoid thought: Do they dispose us once the project is done?

...

...I'll check if there was a deadline for this...

Monday, 25.8.2008

Good morning diary...

Looks like I fell asleep while being on computer. My face had those marks from keyboard when I went to brush my teeth. Seems like I slept the whole day. Just few hours and I have to go back to work. I'll grab something from the fridge, clean up places a little, take out the trash, do little chores that I normally don't have time to do, and head to work without any rush... Bah, screw that, I'll head straight to work, grab a coffee from the cafeteria, and start working on the project soon as I get there. Nobody can stop Mr. T.

Sunday, 24.8.2008

Dear diary,

After turning back and forth in my bed for hours, trying to get some sleep, I decided to use my time for something else than worrying and waiting. I know my laptop doesn't have the same technology as our lab computers, but at least I could plan somekind of schematics. To solve a problem how to cure everyone who's infected, I'd either have to give the vaccine to every host that carries it, or make it so that it'd also spread. Of course, then we would have to worry if it'd have bad side effects, or if it'd change also in some way. Drawing board, here I come, we have big stakes in the game.

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.