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 Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 12:02 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 12:08 am
Log 001//
I've developed a theory... No, more than a theory. A hypothesis. Yes... I shall not record my ideas here, nor my tests, for I fear my colleagues may steal my ideas. Nay, instead I shall only record the results of my tests.
I shall refer to this as the Zone Project from here on out.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 12:10 am
Log 002//
In order to move backwards, one must first know which direction they're facing, and how to move forward.
I've started my process at the basics. My light experiments have proved positive. Now to phase two.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 12:12 am
Log 003//
Instead of two steps forward, three steps back, It seems to be the oposite. Two steps backwards, three steps forwards... This may sound good to anyone who reads this, but I assure you it is the oposite of my desires.
My tests are coming along fruitlessly thus far... I've been working for weeks with little sleep to no avail. Perhaps my hypothesis was just too much of a dreamer's fantasy...
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 12:15 am
Log 004//
Eureka, exclaimed a genious in his tub...
I've cracked it, all these years of work, subtly surveying each peice of the puzzle as others uselessly crammed them together. Yes, no one beleived it, but I have done it. No one discovered my work either... and if they had, I doubt they would have recognized it.
This will change the world, it will become beautiful now... Destruction can be stopped with the simplest of tasks, and first I shall cease the tragedy that had befallen my dearest.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 12:18 am
Log 005//
The grandfather clock in the hall has fallen, leaving only glass and a message that it is now half past...
Time was much more fragile than expected...
I fear none of my hypothesis included this... at most, I figured I would fade from existance. I can't be sure if I was correct or not...
The only thing that remains me me, my life, my entire being is this log of my progress, and fruitless log, one that shows nothing and is void of flesh, leaving just a skeleton that even vultures would not peck at. Fear has consumed me entirely I beleive... Had I recorded more, I might not be here.
My project, in essence, was a success... My dearest is still alive, and we are living happily... Yes... We...
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 12:23 am
Log 006//
The stray stares through the glass window, licking his chops as the family cuts into the fine Christmas turkey... But there shall be none for the creature, none for the outcast, for as he trods away from this feast, no one will notice... There will be not a memory to remain, not even the fleas sucking him dry will remember.
It has been years... We have a daughter now it seems, she's quite beautiful, golden hair all up in curls... I think I should like to say hello... But I do not exist, not here, not in this time.
The Zone project, I feel I should record now, was designed in respect to the speed of light. At the speed of light you move so fast that you move forward through it, never aging. My theory, was to do the oposite, move a negative number the same as the speed of light.
My project was a "success"... But time is fragile. Beware, I wish to tell the reader, by in saving my dearest my project and I failed to exist. Much of which I expected, but in turn I payed a terrible price... I am forever trapped outside the fabrics of time.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 12:26 am
Log 007//
Time ticks away ever so slowly, each grain of sand in the hour glass falls, but I do not follow it. I stay still, while everything around me moves...
Our daughter has become a mother of two, my dearest and I have departed this world, I weep fomr sorrow and loneliness... I feel myself grow bitter to the fates, the price I pay for my dearest's life is my own, forever cursed to remain on this plane of existance and watch the suffering of this world.
Could this be hell?
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 12:28 am
Log 008//
I do not know how many generations have passed since my dearest and he...
I want this to end. Please, God let it end.
The suffering is too much to hold... far too much, such petty existances these humans live off of, selfish creatures, trapped in their own world, I too was of them so long ago.. or so soon ago, it's all the same to me.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 12:30 am
Log 009//
I've come to a strange peace in this all... Humans... I hate them. I hate every last one of them. I am not of them now, though... No, for I do not exist, I am omnipresent... A god, if you will.
If God will not heed my prayers, then I shall tend to them myself. Someone must do something... someone must clean this scum off of the shoe of the universe.
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