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Chapter 1: Humanity
He is writing down something “EXPERIMENT 5; Opening Egg” “What’s that?” I say

looming over his shoulder “Government said we’re supposed to open the egg” He says it
with a straight face and end of the story tone and I'm looking at him like he’s
gotta be kidding “Listen, I know you don’t want to open it but we’ve tried

everything, no experiments come up saying what this creature might be. Nobody can

guess it-...” I stopped listening to him, that’s all I had to hear to know this is gonna
be the end. The end of what? My life? The world’s life? I don’t know but I'm scared,
I don’t want to know what is in the egg.

I wake up, afraid, understanding I will be forced to end this world, the end
of everything I’ve come to know. Curiosity killed that cat, and we are all the cats.
weak, defenseless, and naive against the unknown. Enough thinking, I have to get to
work, the last shift I may ever have.

“Finally you’re here. Not like you're an hour late or anything-...” I have my assessment,
open the egg. I've gotten all the tools and a team of 25. Maybe it won't be so bad,
only mostly bad.

This could be it, maybe I'm over exaggerating, and the egg is empty, or it's some
mutant creature from space trying to kill us all, no, maybe an inbetween, but seeing
some 6 foot egg appear, glowing, on the surface of the earth and unknown to any
human is definitely strange, creepy, terrifying. most likely not the end of everything,
just the end of humankind, so the end of everything…

“Get going” he yells, lost in my thoughts. I awake and look at the crew, all
scientists, mostly guys, a few women, mostly young, some old, mostly only here to
provide for their family, some just feel like it's a great day to die, woo!

I picked up my hammer and chisel. Chip by chip I start to break apart at the shell,
many microscopic cracks I hear appearing, once it feels like the egg is near the
pressure point of completely combusting, I take one deep breath and hold it, I think
about my life, schooling, all A+ in school so that I could become a scientist and three
years into it I'm hatching my own death…

Chip

Chip

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Crack

The glowing light emits brighter than ever, blinding anybody naive enough to stare
at it, so bright that, in the end, we had no idea what was in the egg, they all saw
light, and I saw a silhouette. I was so mesmerized that I didn't bother to notice
the sound of bodies dropping to the ground behind me. I stared at the silhouette,
reaching my hand out, forgetting about cautiousness, I at least want to know
what my death is.

I almost touched the silhouette, until my oxygen ran out, forgetting that I was
holding my breath still, slowly breathing out. I barely touched the shadow, a shadow,
that's all it is…

My body pummels to the ground, I don't even care. The images all around me are
spinning, darkening, but all I care about is the egg, what is the figure, what is the
shadow? As my eyes close I see another set, staring at me, afraid, and
disappointed… hateful and distrusting, all at the same time.

Getting dizzy, I look around, noticing the dead bodies, the creepy glowing eyes
staring at me…

My eyes close
My body relaxes
And I take a breath
And I take my last breath…

Chapter 2: Humanity?

They run past me chasing a poor goat, with all the objects in the way, sharp debris, large
rocks, small rocks and small broken relics of what was the past.. “Entry… 5..8” I muttered
while writing it in my journal. “Species 6, Advanced agility and strength.. Species 4, Strong
legs and good agility.. Not much streng..-” The words fill the pages as I stand in the now
empty field.

I should have probably helped the goat.. Well.. It’s for science so nevermind nothing is
wrong in the name of science, nothing. ‘Boom!’ “No No no.. Ugh well that's test #89 failed ” I
mixed the wrong chemicals, again, maybe it was just the right chemicals at the wrong time?
Right time, wrong chemicals? Wrong Wrong? Right Right? “I’ll never know unless I mix them
again.. And again” I state not knowing if I'm proud of it or not but either way I continue the
experiment.

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 “FINALLY!!” I shout, after hours of trying to make the elements combine. “Now
there's one more thing to test!.. Does it work?” I exclaim, proud of myself. After I put the
fresh chemical into multiple viles and put a fragment of my skin into one. I watch the skin
turn into ash, then a primordium and seconds later go through all the stages except for
the final form. I sank to the ground weeping in defeat. I’ve spent years to try and create
this. “WHY WON’T THIS WORK?!” I'm yelling, not at the chemicals in which I should be, I mean
they won’t work, I am working. But instead I'm yelling at myself I'm not sure what I'm yelling
about to be honest I wasn't even listening to myself. Honestly my defeat really wasn't a
defeat. To anybody else this would be huge, it would be their greatest achievement, I would
applaud them, so why am I so disappointed in myself? I ignored all my thoughts and stood up
looking at the mushroom. It's not that I'm disappointed but I'm not proud. I take one of the
vials and place it in a storage unit for chemicals making sure to label it “E5-OGG”. After I
clean up my work space and make sure there's no chemical explosions while I bandage up
mistakes from the countless chemical burns.

Entry 61

“Social experiment: Hunter V. Prey Gathered Information”

Hunters are much more powerful than the prey though the prey are as equally as fast
and agile.
The prey seem to overestimate the hunters abilities and are careful every move which
isn’t too bad.
The hunters seem to only group up if there is a strong commander otherwise they hunt
alone.
Goats seem to always be in packs or far away from naturel hunter land.
Hunters prey on them for little to no reason. I’ve seen that the hunter only wants the
prey for food even though hunters tend to have an abundance of food and it's not a
matter of survival.
“Social Experiment: Hunter V. Prey Question & Hypothesis”
If one prey is alone with one hunter {Same age & same sex} what will happen?
If I act as government will they listen to me given there not government

Hypothesis

The prey will try to leave the hunter while the hunter tries to find the prey to kill it
reguardless if the goat is female or male, and regardless if the hunter is male or female
or maybe intersex..

They will not listen to me but instead will listen to their strongest member.
“Social Experiment: Hunter V. Prey Results”
….No Results Found…

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 End of Entry 61

Finally closing my journal, I could use a small break. Just for a little though. I walk outside
for some fresh air…

Oh wait…

There is none..

Call me forgetful, call me naive, but it's almost like for a bit I forgot, I forgot that there is
no fresh air, anymore anyways…

With a sigh I look over the buildings to the sun, our light, our only piece of actual nature,
halfway blocked out by towers upon towers, wires upon wires, from one broken down
building to the next. I go out to the city street for a closer look at the sun, not that much
of it's light will be recovered but whatever light I can get in this world I will take.
Mesmerized by the shining star, walking towards the light, the brightness, the glowing color
of natural condensed energy, walking until it disappears, again…

With this loss of light, I turn around to see the city from a different angle. It's not as
beautiful, but it sure is magical… This building is pure glass, this building sells holographic
eyewear, that one holds servers keeping track of everyone's mind, not creepy at all… the
streets are filled with wires connecting every single bit of the city to one another, god
forbid somebody were to cut one with automatic shears…

Hearing someone yelling, I turned over to see an alleyway, and in it was an elf and a robot,
or an elfntoid and a machino? I don't know, I'm not fluent in the elven tongue, the two were
obviously arguing over something, I was too busy looking at the sun to notice what though.
“Don't you dare try to tell me what I can and cannot do here'' angrily the elf yelled… the
robot was about to speak but got aggressively punched and the elf kept going on. “New
money, you don't even know what's right and wrong, find it in your code, find it in your
code, I dare you! You haven't even been through all the “wrong”, you don't have family who
had to go through that, you're too new to know any of that, if you haven't been through
wrong then you can't tell me what's right” the bot was aggressively punched again, three
times harder, crumbling to the floor and in need of some spare parts, partially for them
being knocked loose, partially because that elf just stole some pieces and ran off… I
shouldn't say anything, two reasons:
1. Say something, get beaten up
2. There's nobody to say anything to, the elfntoids are our closest source of power
we have and they're the ones who others try to say something about

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I decided to mind my own business and keep walking. looking at every piece of technology
available after being cooped up in my lab for so long, I fell. At first I thought I tripped over
a wire, but no, I tripped on what was indeed a person… “Ah, sorry my bad!” I said apologizing
to the person I tripped on before backing up a bit. I tried to meet their eyes but I quickly
realized I had to look up. “Oh… yea, you might wanna watch where you step.. I guess” he said
it kinda swiftly like he didn't want to be near anybody as of right now. We made small talk
and eventually agreed on going our own ways but ended up going the same way. “Oh.. well I
guess we go the same way…. Wait, this is north I need to go south.” I said that to only make
excuses to be honest and I ended up going back to the original place and about 30 minutes
later he came as well. We again made small talk but I decided it was getting fairly late for
me so I said my goodbyes.

As hidden walks away I start to step back, I turn around to go back to my lab,
everythings normal, it's a fine day, the towers are running, the sun is setting, that guys
getting shived, wait what-
“Dragons can go to..-” I turn around quickly and see an elf jumping from the alleyway and
sticking a knife into that guy I was just talking to, a wing? Did he have a wing before? Well
he obviously doesn't know… the elf attempts an escape followed by at least 10 rocks being
thrown at the guy, complete overkill if you ask me… but.. Wait… “dragon?!?” a dragon
finding? That is extremely rare, I've never seen a dragon before, an injured dragon? This
would be a great chance to find out some more since all my journal information on
dragons is “N/A” but I guess if I want to find out about dragons I should probably keep him
alive for now… for now…but I do wonder about a few extra things..

I'm preaching in a tall building watching him, is it morally correct? Not exactly but if
the whole world was morally correct we wouldn't exactly have science, would we? As I
watch him.. I notice at least one thing, he doesn't call out for help, me, as a bunny would
have called out for help and any other creature would typically call out for help.. Though
robots are a little slow. “Dragons.. Are very..y independent ``I mutter as a write sentences
about what I'm obberseivier.

While I wish I could be guilt free it isn't exactly that easy. I sat there for hours
writing down information like blood type, peperonity, physical traits and more until I
reached the end of the page. I finally am filled with enough guilt when I help him.. After all,
he is rare. He would also be a good object to add to my collection of experiments. I finally
get down from hours worth of preaching and eventually get him back to my laboratory
where I start the bandageing process of cleaning and applying.

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Chapter 3: Awakening

“That's all, get up your fine” I say to him while he’s limping, he wasn’t hurt that bad, I don't
think..? Maybe the healing process for dragons is longing or maybe just different.. I have to
write that down. After running multiple tests I have concluded dragons arent that special.
“What was I even doing again? I remember coming here for something, something
important? Maybe? Actually I don't even remember coming here, I was at that snowy
abandoned place, um, Linianthra, that place, then I was here…” he has some sort of
concussion, as expected, should go away after a night or two, then maybe i'll get some
more information once memory is recovered

Entry 62

“Studys: Dragon’s Gathered Information”

Dragons, also known as the species “Vinka’s” are known to be famous and vile. Usually
they live in cooler climates or less populated/abandoned areas and islands. Linianthra is the
area most known for having dragons. “Mother Anita” who is known as the dragon god and
goddess of destruction was a part of the dragon species which gave them the
reputation of vile creatures. Despite Mother Anita being a horrible person, people worship
her for things like good luck.
Dragons; are actually great people through socially awkward. They seem to have a
short healing process but experience emise pain through the process. Their scales contain
many elements important to “E5-OGG”. Also contrary to popular belief dragons can not
produce fire, only very hot air.

N/A
End of Entry 62

“Hey, where's my holocard? I remember getting one when I got here, where is it? Tell me
or I will not hesitate to burn you” he says, not very intimidatingly seeing as dragons can’t
produce fire.

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“I remember seeing the ad for it” I said pretending the holocard werent a dumb remake of
phones.. Even the AD for it was dumb.
‘lost easy? Need help socializing? Get a holocard! Your guide to cities and beyond! Everything
you need to get around socially and not get lost, each holocard is programmed to the area
you buy it in, with only 5 easy payments of 29,999.99$!’
“I also remember mugging some robot cause I saw an elfntoid do it!” He spoke with a
proud tone and a grin; I wrote down some more things regarding dragons than closed my
journal before setting it down.

Sighs, how will I babysit this dragon until I can be done with this??

Chapter 4: Dance with the dragon

Days later I'm still taking care of this dumb, useless dragon. Is it petty to hold a grudge
against something that gives you lots of good information? Maybe, but I haven't got much
information on dragons except for their hard to work with. Maybe it's just this dragon….
Maybe it's all dragons! Sigh "Did I do something again?" He asks so innocently as I'm bandgeing
his stupid wounds again. ".." I take a deep breath "No, you didn't do anything just.. How do you
keep getting injured?? You haven't left my lab!! You haven't left this room!" I try my best to
stay composed but for onceI can't tell if I'm more frustrated or interested that he's
getting injured; otherwise I keep track of every injury he gets.. sometimes the injury is
interesting on how exactly he got it.. other times it is disturbing."sorry, dragons skin is
usually really thin, has to be for survival, but anyways” he rambles on for a bit andI start
to space out but this is.. semI important information so he's rambling, I'm writing, thin
skinned? I wonder how thin human skin was. Wait, don't dragons need thick skin if their
organs are covered in near flame like an oven? I won't question genetics, only science.
well.. It is science.. 'hidden winces in pain I suddenly look up to stare at hidden annoyed inly to
find dark-grayish blood… if that's what you can even call it.. running down his forearm "oh…"
he says as there's a pause of any sound in the room,I decide to break the silence, not in
the best way possible.. “...hey so why's your blood black-” he stares at me for a second,
with no expression. I've noticed dragons are quite good at that, removing all emotion from
their faces no matter the situation,I thought it was an act at first, but now I'm starting to
think it's quite genuine,I have to ask him that later, ‘are you acting or does your face just
do that?’... I have got to come up with better ways of asking people questions… he won't
give me all the information I need if I don't..

List of things.. to improve on

Communication..

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Questions:
“w̶h̶y̶ ̶d̶o̶e̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶f̶a̶c̶e̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶?̶”
“When your face goes blank, is it genuine emotional deprivation, or is it a controlled force
meant to seem like there is no expression, followup - why does this happen, how does it
happen in any type of situation?”

After writing down a series of pages.. I still don't have a lot of information on
dragons. I do suppose this 'little' amount of information is quite technically a lot..

Flips through pages aggressively than groans. I hear a voice pop out of the silence-”what
did I do…" he says like he knows he actually did anything, stumbling over his words nervously.
"You did nothing.. Well, you did nothing." "Who did something" "not you, like I said" "well yeah but
who-" I cut him off and in frustration I walked out of the door before I could yell at him
shutting and locking it I do admit I feel a little bad...

Chapter 5: Journal entries...

That bunny person left, kinda angry,I think? I mean I would know if I
had my holocard but no, somebody took it
But they were writing very…viciously? About me, maybe? I should
check, wait no, that's bad, you don't look at other people's journals.
Plus they locked it,I mean if I took the pin in the far drawer to the
left and put a stool in front of the cabinet and got out a metal rod
from the tool set and grabbed the sharpener from under the rug
they don't think I know about, I suppose that lock can be easily picked
if I put the rod 45 degrees left of the pin and rotate it
counterclockwise a few times… eh I'm not sure if that would work
actually, just a lucky guess. But still, you don't go through people's
stuff, even a dragon knows that, plus they seemed like they would kill
me if I looked through anything, so I sit here, and be patient…

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It’s been about an hour or two, and they're not back, I want to go to
the fridge and make myself a coffee but I'm afraid they'll be back
right at the moment I get up, so I wait

Now it's nighttime, I don't have to guess to know that, I look out the
window, this city sure is pretty at nighttime, at day it's pretty meh, I
mean broken down buildings and high technology mixed together is
kind of cluttering, like a teens room when they have clothes
everywhere but a high end PC on their cluttered desk, but at night,
you don't see the clutter, the broken buildings blend into the
background of the dark night sky and all you see is the bright neon
blue lights emitting from the towers, the stores, the streets, it
outlines a city, instead of actually being a city… that's all this is, it's
an outline, this world, it's all an outline, it's not full yet, ithzu can't
make up it's mind, humans here, goats there, destruction here, pretty
flowers over in that corner, it's an outline for something bigger,
everything that happens to us is part of this big plan… but we just
have to play our part, we live to build, we die to feed ithzu’s land and
grow its power to make more life to continue our cycle until we have
advanced to its liking… we are all the sketch for a masterpiece,
building up the world so that ithzu can destroy our attempts and
completely remove us if it doesnt like the sketch, once the sketch is to
its liking, the world will be something great, greater than any of us
can achieve, greater than the advancement of technology,
unfortunately, none of us can know what it will be, but we live to
draw the lines on the paper, we die to feed the artist…
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to open some journal, its writing, I shouldn't be
scared to read what someone thinks of me, after all, anything I do
will benefit, I do every step my mind tells me to and pick the lock with
ease
Skipping through pages
And pages
And pages…
“E5-OGG” is mentioned a lot, so I skip to the page of clarity
I shouldn't have
I really, really shouldn't have…
We are naive, we are naive for a reason
Knowledge gives power, power kills
Even power to do good
Actually, I'm not even sure if this kind of power is good or not…
As my finger glides along just one sentence, i'm afraid, again

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“E5-OGG: Plan to rebuilding humanity”
quivering,
“Task: research each and every species, pull their humanity out of
them, recreate humans exactly as they once were”
Afraid again, this could be destruction the sequel, knowledge kills…
Before I am even aware, my body is on the ground, vision is blurring
And once I do become aware,
I'm already done for.
To be continued…

Chapter 6:

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