Okay this is my FIRST post in the literature section and this is just a teaser for a future project that I've actually been working on as of recently as a small side-project. Nothing big or anything, and this is a rather short story. People I know in the RP Community here would probably be able to guess what I'm making. So here it is:
Journal Update 23-06-2163:
What are morals? Everyone has them. Some people go by what they think is right. Others do not. I might just be in the latter category. After all I've never really stopped to think if what I'm doing is really... the right thing. My mind yells at me saying "Yes. Yes it is. You're work will change the world as we know it." While my gut feels like it's wrapping itself into knots. Normally I'd stop and think about what I'm doing, then probably stop as I begin to think and realize that what I'm doing is probably not for the better cause. Oh well... this job pays a lot. Hell I'd even say I enjoy the work... and the free dental is something I just can't pass up...
Anyways the testing earlier today has been proven quite fruitful if I must say so. The DNA reconfiguration done on the embryo went flawlessly. There were no failures at all, or rather at least so far. Work on this project has quite a bit of hope in the future. In fact cellular growth seems to have been enhanced by our messing with it's DNA, and at the rate it's growing myself and the other researchers assume it will reach a stage equivalent to that of an infant 2 months in age. If it manages to reach that age and continue growing without problems or hiccups, then we'll take it as our sign to continue the experiments. Honestly I'm kind of excited to see what happens.
Journal End.
After writing in his journal he sat down at the table. Taking off his black trilby hat Mason sat down at his desk in his living quarters. He had a rather long day of work in the labs, and was quite tired. However there was still plenty of things left to do today, as it was only 3:00 PM.
"Thank god it's only three in the afternoon... I still have time to get lunch before I start working again..." He said as he rubbed the top of his messy, brown haired head. His heterochromatic eyes locked on the door however when he heard someone knocking. Hearing the knocking he quickly grabbed his hat, and promptly closed his journal before resting his elbow on it.
"Uh... The door's locked so you can come in!" He spoke as he leaned back in his computer desk's chair. Fiddling with his fingers he just smiles as the door opened. Revealing a woman with a rather sleek figure, dessed in a lab coat and black undershirt, with rather short, straight black hair and a rather sharp gaze that felt like daggers... Yet her smirk was quite pleasant.
"Mason Davidson... I thought I'd stop in and check on you. So... you feeling alright?" The woman asked.
"Me? Feeling bad? No no... you know me. I don't get sick often." Mason spoke with a calm smile that was hard to tell if he was telling the truth or faking it. He then chuckled lightly. "Why would you even think that? Do I look sick or something?" He asked.
"No. But I saw you earlier. When we were working you looked quite... distressed. As if something was on your mind. Just worried that you might be upset or..." The woman asked again. Sounding a bit worried. Even the look in her eyes changed a bit to a softer stare.
"Sick. You think I was sick? No. Not really. I'm not really feeling sick or upset at all honestly. Was just thinkin'... about stuff." Mason replied as he turned to his computer desk. The look in his eyes was a bit of a reveal as to how he was thinking. Clearly he was not entirely feeling well.
"... Don't lie to me Mason. I know this project has some rather questionable morals, but we made a vow when we signed up for the job. Hell I can probably get where you're coming from. After all the embryo was made from... well... you know... I wouldn't even blame you if you treated it as if it was your child. I know I probably would... But at the end of the day we still have a job to do. So get your head out of the clouds okay?" Replied the woman as she walked up and patted Mason on the shoulders.
Mason seemed quiet as if he was just thinking about various things. It looked like he was just more... confused rather than upset honestly.
"Now why don't you come join me and the guys for some lunch? After all you can't live on junk food all the time." She asked with a warmer smile.
"... Sigh... Very well. But you're paying for MY food." Mason spoke as he turned to face her, his expression changed to that of a rather playful smile.
"Last time you said that you left me with an empty wallet. So no dice." The female researcher replied before smacking Mason lightly on the top of his hat. She then began walking towards the door. She then stopped and turned to face Mason "So come on Davey. I'll be waiting outside." She spoke before leaving his room.
Mason just laughed as he stood up and grabbed his wallet. "Ah Miranda... I hate you sometimes." He whispered to himself as he walked towards the door. After putting on a black sleeveless vest over his plain white T-Shirt, he smiled while adjusting his hat. He then looked at his mirror and sighed.
"What are morals. Do I have them...?" He asked himself before thinking a bit. He then turned towards the mirror again and shook his head. "Nah."
"Mason are you coming or not!?" The woman yelled, her voice coming from down the hallway.
"Yeah yeah just hold your damn horses!" Mason spoke as he left... Forgetting to put his journal in his desk... it read...
Experiment: Infinity Test Logs
Tell me what any of you who read this thinks of it.
Spoiler:
Journal Update 23-06-2163:
What are morals? Everyone has them. Some people go by what they think is right. Others do not. I might just be in the latter category. After all I've never really stopped to think if what I'm doing is really... the right thing. My mind yells at me saying "Yes. Yes it is. You're work will change the world as we know it." While my gut feels like it's wrapping itself into knots. Normally I'd stop and think about what I'm doing, then probably stop as I begin to think and realize that what I'm doing is probably not for the better cause. Oh well... this job pays a lot. Hell I'd even say I enjoy the work... and the free dental is something I just can't pass up...
Anyways the testing earlier today has been proven quite fruitful if I must say so. The DNA reconfiguration done on the embryo went flawlessly. There were no failures at all, or rather at least so far. Work on this project has quite a bit of hope in the future. In fact cellular growth seems to have been enhanced by our messing with it's DNA, and at the rate it's growing myself and the other researchers assume it will reach a stage equivalent to that of an infant 2 months in age. If it manages to reach that age and continue growing without problems or hiccups, then we'll take it as our sign to continue the experiments. Honestly I'm kind of excited to see what happens.
Journal End.
After writing in his journal he sat down at the table. Taking off his black trilby hat Mason sat down at his desk in his living quarters. He had a rather long day of work in the labs, and was quite tired. However there was still plenty of things left to do today, as it was only 3:00 PM.
"Thank god it's only three in the afternoon... I still have time to get lunch before I start working again..." He said as he rubbed the top of his messy, brown haired head. His heterochromatic eyes locked on the door however when he heard someone knocking. Hearing the knocking he quickly grabbed his hat, and promptly closed his journal before resting his elbow on it.
"Uh... The door's locked so you can come in!" He spoke as he leaned back in his computer desk's chair. Fiddling with his fingers he just smiles as the door opened. Revealing a woman with a rather sleek figure, dessed in a lab coat and black undershirt, with rather short, straight black hair and a rather sharp gaze that felt like daggers... Yet her smirk was quite pleasant.
"Mason Davidson... I thought I'd stop in and check on you. So... you feeling alright?" The woman asked.
"Me? Feeling bad? No no... you know me. I don't get sick often." Mason spoke with a calm smile that was hard to tell if he was telling the truth or faking it. He then chuckled lightly. "Why would you even think that? Do I look sick or something?" He asked.
"No. But I saw you earlier. When we were working you looked quite... distressed. As if something was on your mind. Just worried that you might be upset or..." The woman asked again. Sounding a bit worried. Even the look in her eyes changed a bit to a softer stare.
"Sick. You think I was sick? No. Not really. I'm not really feeling sick or upset at all honestly. Was just thinkin'... about stuff." Mason replied as he turned to his computer desk. The look in his eyes was a bit of a reveal as to how he was thinking. Clearly he was not entirely feeling well.
"... Don't lie to me Mason. I know this project has some rather questionable morals, but we made a vow when we signed up for the job. Hell I can probably get where you're coming from. After all the embryo was made from... well... you know... I wouldn't even blame you if you treated it as if it was your child. I know I probably would... But at the end of the day we still have a job to do. So get your head out of the clouds okay?" Replied the woman as she walked up and patted Mason on the shoulders.
Mason seemed quiet as if he was just thinking about various things. It looked like he was just more... confused rather than upset honestly.
"Now why don't you come join me and the guys for some lunch? After all you can't live on junk food all the time." She asked with a warmer smile.
"... Sigh... Very well. But you're paying for MY food." Mason spoke as he turned to face her, his expression changed to that of a rather playful smile.
"Last time you said that you left me with an empty wallet. So no dice." The female researcher replied before smacking Mason lightly on the top of his hat. She then began walking towards the door. She then stopped and turned to face Mason "So come on Davey. I'll be waiting outside." She spoke before leaving his room.
Mason just laughed as he stood up and grabbed his wallet. "Ah Miranda... I hate you sometimes." He whispered to himself as he walked towards the door. After putting on a black sleeveless vest over his plain white T-Shirt, he smiled while adjusting his hat. He then looked at his mirror and sighed.
"What are morals. Do I have them...?" He asked himself before thinking a bit. He then turned towards the mirror again and shook his head. "Nah."
"Mason are you coming or not!?" The woman yelled, her voice coming from down the hallway.
"Yeah yeah just hold your damn horses!" Mason spoke as he left... Forgetting to put his journal in his desk... it read...
Experiment: Infinity Test Logs
Tell me what any of you who read this thinks of it.
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