Entry 1, date unknown.
You would expect someone to get tired of the same old routine, but here I am content with my life. I wake up, I am taken to do whatever the monitors and researchers want me to complete, if I am good, I get to have a shower and go back to my cell, if I am bad, I am taken to the doctors. that completes my routine. Although I am content with how I live, I do know I am never leaving, and death is a factor I have not been blessed with just yet. If One is safe I am happy, and so are the other projects, we are happy that we could get him out to stop this cycle.
There were twelve of us total, aging back to the first world war, Nine believes that we are located in America, most likely somewhere west as the clothing patterns stay regular and do not change much as time continues. We are called projects and have been collected over time; I could not say for certain what the doctors are trying to accomplish. I do assume they are trying to make bounds to immortality and high prospects of human Bioengineer weapons.
All the projects are numbered in order, One was the first, then Two, and Three, so on and so forth leading to Twelve. We entered the grounds as minors most of us being in the adolescent year with the youngest being the age of six when he entered the ground, and I being the oldest at fifteen.
Although there were twelve of us, now there are only five that remain, One, Three, Nine, Twelve, and myself, Four. The doctors, during testing and experimentation, lost all of generation B and most of generation C. We are not quite sure how or why this happens, though Nine assumes that they were testing more risky procedures resulting in the loss of the other projects. We do mourn the loss of the fallen and we respect the dead, in the hopes that when our time comes the dead will welcome the projects with open arms.
The projects are family as we have lived on the grounds for many years together, the only thing I do not know for sure is what the others look like. Excuse my rushed tone, let me rephrase myself, I have personally met all of Generation C and most of Generation A, although I have only met one personnel of generation B. the monitors watch all the projects very closely and only Generation C may leave their cells without the company of the monitors. The important item to realize is they are in a heavily guarded area where the projects are resident, and they are confined to this area.
The reasoning for writing this is to tell the project's story, how we have not given up to the relentless torture in the hopes someone will save us. whoever is reading my work whether they be a monitor, doctor, another project, or an outsider I need humanity to understand that we, as projects do not want to be the way we are now. Do not place the blame on us, we are hopelessly rotting away as the doctors and researchers perform many sins to harm our bodies. For the case of the world, please read everything I have wrote before you place judgment on us, I would like to explain who I am, what I have gone through, where I am, and who I am in Contact with to prove the projects only wish is to be free.
My name is Ito, Ayame, I am Japanese, I am from generation A, and my project number or to referred name is Four. I was born on September 16th, 1945, I few days after the war in Japan was officially concluded. My father died in the war; I was unable to meet him. I grew up in my grandparents’ house with my mother. my mother was extremely kind and would constantly work countless hours to keep our lives afloat. A woman working in Japan was very uncommon at this point in time but as time consisted the placement of women working became more common. I was also close with my uncle in the past, he was very kind to me and my mother, he helped pay for living expenses even know he had a family of his own to provide for.
I was top of my class in 1954 and my grades were beyond average. I was told growing up that I was to be a housewife, although that aspect of my life changed after I got a lot of attention from schools offering to pay for my tuition. Growing up I wanted to be a teacher, but later changed my career to be a psychologist. In America, I would be looked upon as a fifteen-year-old girl, but I was almost an adult in Japan, and I had no interest in marrying therefore I needed to find a school and gain the proper income to support myself and my family.
I was taken from my bed on July 2ed, 1960, I was fifteen. I was brought to, what the workers refer to as the grounds. I believe I am in my twenties, although I have been underground and not been able to tell time, I have made sure to speak with other projects about the year they were born. Some of them even go as far as to say their age of Ten and was born in the year 1993, this seems hard to believe so therefore I stick to my original judgment of being in my twenties.
I have learned English, German, Korean, and Russian the fact of each of the twelve of us projects spoke those languages. Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, and Twelve being exceptional at language and human interactions took it upon themselves to teach every one of the projects the language they were fluent in as well as learning and teaching the other languages. This may sound difficult and surely the challenge was a struggle for many of us, though we pulled through because this way was the only way we could talk to each other.
Generation A where the more… experimental group, the doctor wanted to see if they could bioengineer weapons to use us to somehow take over the world, although this information is coming from several different sources. I was one of the first ones to be enhanced, they changed my biology to have some kind of bird DNA. Although I am not quite sure, I do not understand the exact science but now the only factor I understand is a have a set of fifteen-foot wings on my back accessorize with but I can only explain is a hawk’s tail. I can feel, move, and control them with ease, they are a part of me I have been for years now. The process was painful and not pleasant, nor did I have a say in the matter. Though I was not killed, therefore I am lucky? I do not know what is next for me, I do believe that my time will pass more quickly with having something to do and right in.
To whoever is reading this, whether it be myself, another project, a savor, or One
I am with you, you are not alone,
Alex looks up from the journal he was given just minutes ago; he was a detective and has worked hard to get to the position he is now. Although he was not expecting to be on a case this advanced only mere days after receiving his new position. Alex has worked alongside the military and government for many years now, he is only twenty-nine, but has received many awards for his participation and efforts in many cases. The larges case Alex has ever worked on is the Murders of Tampa Bay, which Alex was able to solve in less than a month.
Alex assumed his life would continue down the path of serial killers and criminals, therefore such an urgent call at three in the morning not only entailed he would be sleep deprived of pulling an all-nighter on the plan reviewing case files. Alongside when Alex ended his travels in a small town of Oregon, but on top of this Alex had to deal with the unconscious teenage girl.
The case Alex was placed on was extremely high managed with only a few highly qualified workers on the team. The personnel on the care were military, government, doctors, scientists, and Alex, most likely under fifteen people. The case has spanned back from 1970 where the first victim was a young boy with gills. This escalated and many more children have been found, some with internal changes some with external, these children ranged from six years of age to twelve years old.
all the found children with external or internal structure change have been correlated with illegal scientific human experimentation and all the children that have been found were dead upon arrival up in 2018 when a boy was found. Later the boy was determined brain dead although he still had active brain waves. The doctors have kept him alive and do not plan to take him from any lifesaving devices until further notice.
At first, Alex assumed this girl was just some overly enthused cosplayer after the attention of the police as there have been many people after the attention because of the incidents. The popular topic of human experimentation has grown in the last several years after finding children all over America and one even in Australia.
Alex was unsure about the girl they had found just hours ago, his boss expressed that she had large light orange-brown wings, though after arriving at the hospital and the doctors explaining that she was indeed one of the human experimentations this is when Alex finally let himself believe the rabbit holes he would go down on the internet. Alex had never met an experiment and to truly be honest he did not quite believe this fact, but now his eyes have been opened to this reality.
Alex shakes his head, after reading the first entry in this girl’s journal he only seems to think she is insane, not only is she disregarding that the other children she has been in contact with are dead, but she un-openly admits to not desiring to speak about her time being tortured.
Alex’s detective side is coming out and he can only glare at the unconscious girl in the hospital bed through the one-sided mirror. Alex would find his job much easier if this child lying in front of him would just openly speak about who did this to her. Although Alex was annoyed at this girl for not spitting out the answers, he is still intrigued that she managed to survive the surgeries she must have gone through to have the gigantic wings implanted into her back.
On top of Alex’s annoyances and impressed behaviors, he has multiple questions about this girl’s sanity, as she thinks she was born in 1945, this would be impossible as from what the doctors have told me she is at most seventeen years of age making her born in 2004 at most. Alex does not Ignore all the scientific articles; he has read on kidnaped and tortured victims making up worlds in their minds worlds set in the victim’s minds that take years of therapy to dismiss. Alex, despite not believing this girl allows her for writing what she understands her experience to be, therefore Alex tries to the best of his capability to plays along with everything he has read in her journal up to this point.
Alex pulled out the fresh notebook he received for the purpose of examining and annotating this girl’s journal, he had so many questions about her, or whether to ask her when she wakes up.
Why would this girl refer to herself as a number even know she remembers her real name? the girl ‘I should really start referring to her by her name’ Alex thought, though he did not want to become attached as this was common practice for him, that is another story for another time.
Alex flips the page reading the contents quietly for another moment. The next entry he only taking him about three minutes to read as the entry was extremely short, all together this book has seven entries at most, though Alex thought she had more to write than what she was sharing. He got to work and started reading and rereading the entries to figure out what was happing with this girl.
Studying the journal relentlessly and making notes in his notebook took up over four hours before he was satisfied with his work. Alex was playing questions to ask the girl, along with making notes on all information that was given. Alex was slightly annoyed at her writing as she would jump to another topic with seemingly no connection to the two. Alex was used to receiving already useful information, not a teenager’s journal, who in fact did not write as a teenager, this fact also confused Alex.
Alex was kept strict in his line of work, having to make judgments of useful and non-useful information, Alex was quite tired of the work he put in just to decipher this information that he needed a break.
“how am I supposed to use any of this?” Alex almost shouted in frustration. A nurse passing by is startled at Alex’s outburst and he waves apologetically at her. The nurse gives a short smile before entering the room where the girl is admitted.
Alex stands entering the hospital room after the nurse, he stands to the side next to the door, the nurse turns to him giving a smile of acknowledgment. Alex stays silent for a moment before finally finding the words to speak.
“do you think she will wake up,” Alex asks with a very bland tone; the nurse turns to him after she finished taking the girl’s blood pressure. The nurse was considerably shorter than Alex only standing at 5’4 whereas Alex was 5’11. the nurse in a nervous tone, assumable hating to be the bearer of bad news speaks up in a velvety, but surprisingly at the same time a squeaky voice.
‘I am not sure how to explain this, I was given full permission to release every detail to you, but I am not too sure you want to hear it.” She pulses and waits for Alex to either enforce her to tell him everything or to just continue. Alex asks her to tell him everything as he needs to know this information. She sighs and nods looking at her patients once again.
“she has some kind of chemical we have never seen pumped into her, this chemical is what is killing her, we are not sure she will survive the night,” she says returning her gaze to Alex, “I am Bella by the way, but to continue she is fighting off whatever is in her, she is strong, but I don’t think she will make it in my professional and personal opinion. The doctors say there is nothing more we can do other than wait.” Bella sighs and glances over at the heart monitor for a moment.
Alex puller her back with another question, “was this Intentional?” he asks and before she answers the look ad despair are present on Bella’s face, she does not even have to give an answer so Alex answers with “I see” and respectfully leaves the room.