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[DETECTION ALERT: ISOLATING SOURCE]>/init actscan
[[[DETECTION NEUTRALIZED. ACTIVE SCAN INITIATED]]]>Project Name: 01889, ALIAS: Jaz Conner
Priority: A
Primary Capabilities: Demolition/ Genocide
Detained: No
Reformation Complete: In progress
Biography: Unknown birthday, believed to be three years of age upon arrival at Endyne Corp. Underwent a series of experimentations and alterations to physical self over a period of twelve years. Responsible for multiple deaths and millions of dollars in damage to various Endyne Facilities.
WARNING: SUBJECT IS VOLATILE. CAUTION IS NECESSARY DURING INTERACTION. Appearance:
!ERROR, IMAGE FILES CORRUPT. PRESS C TO CONTINUE>/c>Whereabouts: Unknown
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CLASSIFIED to all subjects below seclevel 8.2B. Enter passcode to continue.
>/init passcd.exe/burner
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> Warrant: Currently a Warrant out for recapture and reformation/completion of EXPERIMENT 01889. Subject is defective and dangerous. Considered hazard to public health. Subjectās capture originally lead by West, Matthew. Reassignment still underway.
> Equipment: 01889 utilizes electromagnetic fields via implants and internal metal plating. Charges of over 2300 volts initiate discharged force of up to 2000 megatons. Can regenerate at will. Is hyper-sensitive to stimuli.
> Uniform: Civilian garb
> Personality:
WARNING: SUBJECT IS VOLATILE. USE CAUTION DURING INTERACTION. [[CONSULT HALL OF RECORDS: i.e. JENNER, MARCUS FOR MORE INFORMATION]]>!Continue to Analysis?
>/c>Analysis: Dr. Marcus Jenner, PhD.
Experiment 01889 expresses extraordinary amounts of power, recommended that she is kept in a sedative state during studies and experimentation. Behavior is categorized as random and dangerous. Personality can only be adequately expressed when subject is fully awake, which is not recommended under any circumstances.
[[CONSULT HALL OF RECORDS: i.e. JENNER, MARCUS FOR MORE INFORMATION]]>EXPERIMENT 01889 is one of 167 missing experiments, considered Priority A.
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[[[SHUTDOWN COMMENCING]]][[WIPING PRESENCE]][[[WARNING! DETECTION IMINENT! SHUTDOWN HALTED. ISOLATINGā¦]]]>Thank you for choosing Endyne, Dr. Santanos. Or, should we say, Miss Conner.
!.ENJOY YOUR TEMPORARY LIBERATION.![[CONNECTION SEVERED. DAMAGE: SEVERE. POWER SAVING MODE ACTIVATED]]
Diary Entry: 25
Date: June 25, 2003
I took the opportunity to sit down with one of our Priority A experiments. This girl has been in our facility since she was very small, and has had numerous operations for the implantation of metal plates inside her arms and legs, and along her back and chest. Her heart is now powered by an electromagnet, which is the fuel for her catastrophic capabilities. Upon looking at her, however, it is hard to tell from outward appearances that the adolescent before my eyes has the capabilities of wiping out small populations in mere minutes.
The girl before me stands at almost six feet in height, yet she is emaciated from her innumerable operations and experimentations. Her features are sharp, angular, and her skin is nearly transparent it is so pale. She looks at me now with blue eyes, dull and unfocused from her sedative state. She has deep bruises beneath those glassy eyes, a symbol of her exhaustion. I may have to caution the lab techs responsible for her care. If she expires. . . it won't end well for anyone.
The crown of her head is covered in a thick mane of curly red hair that hangs to the middle of her back. It is unruly, unkempt, knotted in places, but still a vibrant fiery red. She is a beautiful specimen. It is a pity that she appears to be so very ill.
I tried speaking to the Experiment, but for the majority of the interview she was barely coherent. She couldn't respond to my questions, or refused to. I was starting to give up hope of her being intelligent at all, but protocol insisted that I cover all of the basics. When I asked her how she felt, however, there was a glimmer in her eyes, a glimmer I could only categorize as suppressed rage. She lifted that proud, angular chin of hers and glared at me, her thin lips curling into a snarl. She then spoke, her voice gravelly, low-pitched, and hoarse.
"I hurt, you heartless bastard." She spoke in a slur. It amazed me that she was making any sense at all, she had so much sedative pumped into her system. "Isn't that what you people want to hear? I hurt all the time, and nobody fucking cares." She smiled then, and I must admit, even in the public pages of this journal, that I found my heart skip a beat at that feral gesture. I was afraid of her. I realized that everyone needed to be afraid of her. This girl was capable of far too much. And what was worse was that she was obviously vengeful...
She wasn't finished there, however...
"I'll kill all of you." she told me, matter-of-factly. "You made one hell of a monster out of me, and one of these days you aren't going to be able to contain the beast anymore. That day, all of you will burn. I'll see to it personally." There was no more hint of a slur in her voice. She spoke plainly, and she was perfectly alert. I had risen to my feet, alarmed that she had put on a false display of inebriation. What was the purpose? Why did she behave in such a way?
When I asked her, she could only smile, her blue eyes darkening with hatred.
"Because I think it's high time you guys figured out that I'm a hell of alot smarter than you all think I am." she said, her voice dripping with contempt. I appeared impassive, even as her guard marched in and escorted me from the room. They gave her another dose of sedative, which knocked her out completely, and I was not permitted to view Experiment 01889 after that."
Diary Entry: 29
Date: June 27, 2003
*The page in question is torn at the edges, charred, and covered in drops of unidentifiable fluids*
I don't know what happened. I can't even begin to imagine the kind of mistakes her guard made. That experiment, that 01889, has broken loose from her containment cell, and is running rampant on the grounds. Even now I can hear the screams of staff and other experiments as she sends her deadly electrical pulses flying all around her. The girl is in pain. I can hear her screams amongst the others. Fires have broken out all over the place, and the air is filled with the acrid stench of smoke, burning rubber and chemicals, and charred flesh.
I'm in my room, writing frantically so that others who find this might know who was responsible. This girl, this experiment. . .this monster. . .is loose. She's dangerous, volatile, deadly, and unstoppable. I hope she goes straight to hell where she belongs, where all of these accursed experiments belong.
There is silence now, safe the sounds of flames crackling and more agonized screams. I hear nothing of the girl. Yet, I can hear footsteps. Not heavy, but light footfalls. This one isn't wearing shoes. . .
Oh god *At this point there is a tear in the page, and ink-blots, indicative of a struggle*
To whoever happens to read this journal: I killed them all. What are you going to do about it?
~Jaz
