Chapter Twelve
Journal Entry 33330902
Journal Log 01
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I remember.
Everything.
Earth was dead.
Humanity left it long ago.
I never saw the cradle of this race. From planet to planet they dragged themselves across the universe.
Meeting other races was just a matter of time.
Letting prejudice and greed fuel the murder of less prepared races, predictable.
All of this I've seen.
Races, murdered. Some even were eaten.
Civilized creatures, destroyed.
No mercy.
The desperate human race soon depleted small moons and other planets that they managed to fully control, new races added to the genetic retails.
I became myself in one of this planets.
I was sent in a great ship, the greatest amongst the fleet that crossed the stars in search of new planets to colonize.
So many years, so many generations, the vermin of the cosmos breeding and dying never seeing land.
One man brought order.
He was a man of arms, thus he did what he knew.
E.A.G.L.E. was his creation.
When a new planet, fit for habitation was found the past was but a blur of a dream for the race that landed on this planet.
The humans had everything they needed in their ships.
Bigger than cities, self sufficient, micro environments controlled to perfection.
Design for perfection.
They grew their own food, stars smaller than dust particles fueled all their devices.
Living together in order and blissful ignorance.
Why did they left?
Why did they mutilated their ships?
Turned them into dreadful settlements, this towns across the air, land and water?
There was no danger of consanguinity.
So many were the people and what fetus weren't manipulated with clever instruments and complex chemicals, in order to be born perfect?
They settled for this planet.
They tamed it, they mingled with the inhabitants.
There was war, there was peace, there was learning and there were lies.
The price of freedom, of being set loose on such a big planet after so many generations inside machines.
There was Heaven.
There was Hell.
E.A.G.L.E. had outlived it's founders and now it increased it's strength by all means necessary.
Humans had to control themselves somehow.
The twisted memories of the past were gazed upon, things were remade, people changed according to new directories.
People were silenced, those who fought against the order of things.
History, making full circle.
The External Agency for Global Localization and Extermination was the name it received, proxy fifty years after the landing.
Why should it hide it's real nature?
Many had died by the hands of this men and women, through the years those who wanted to fight the order of things were swiftly disposed of by them.
Now they took the name and the symbol, the agency made global, the localization of it's targets made easy by so long an experience of control.
Ships however, are easier to surveil.
In this big planet, no matter how controlled, corrupted deep not just with the freedom it offered but by the questions it raised, from the most modest to the most complex.
Why should the humans step on the aliens?
Weren't they the invaders, wasn't it the humans fault that so many atrocities had come to be?
Had they the right to impose their own culture to that of the aliens?
Why would they absorb some of the races into their mist while rejecting others in many levels?
I asked this same questions.
Why couldn't I reach out to them, make them glorious and unify all the species?
I have tried my best but it's not enough.
Time follows it's course.
The planet received the name Hope, when the humans arrived and decided to explore.
Now they called it Nest.
The white feathered monster that was E.A.G.L.E. using it to feed it's hunger for power, to plot it's next flight into far places.
A nest it's too small for such a big bird.
Once the planet was declared civilized, other many visitors appeared.
Being from other planets, some were human, some were alien others a mix and even some were none of this.
Some would stay others were clever enough to leave.
All were changed.
The Nest is now a cradle to a new humanity.
One day, all the universe will be conquered.
If my plans aren't foiled I might speed up the process.
There will be order, peace and enlightenment.
Through blood and screams.
One race, one empire.
One body to respond to one mind.
My very own.
Journal Log 2
Why did I started writing this personal journal, instead of using this Logs to take scientific notes? Why am I reminiscing, writing my memories my personal history?
So many years.
I lost count of them, most of my journals....
The dates won't match or will simply be missing.
A side effect of the drugs, I'm sure.
Oh, if only I had a perfect body!
A body free of disease!
Oh my dear...
My dear...
What was your name?
What was your name?
I look in my papers, in this computers I deposit all my knowledge, in the corners of my mind, using chemicals and machines alike.
Yet, your name remains forgotten.
I will fix this.
One day.
Journal Log 3
Heaven is shaking.
Pinocchio is playing his pranks again.
Some people died.
His doing, I hope.
Means he's still a murderer.
Like he's meant to.
I hope I can dissect him soon.
My instruments miss him.
Journal Log 4
Some of my babies came back, my beautiful girls the Banshees.
From the data I collected, they were part of a big hive.
They were fifty but only ten came back.
Odd.
A few of them were killed by E.A.G.L.E. agents and now two of them are asking to see me.
It does not take a genius to see a connection.
I'll be crossing my fingers.
New test subjects are always welcomed.
Monday Delirium Community Member 
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