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1767 Lab Corp

Approximate time 3:35 pm

Date: Unknown

Journal: entry code:

2,544,480

2,544,480

2,544,481

That’s right, I’m still counting.

They found you last time and I won’t let that happen again I promise, I promise, I promise. I didn’t know how to write to you again after the incident. My thoughts, my words, my emotions were torn to shreds in front of my eyes. There was so much I needed to remember to feel human. It was all there. Everything they took. But they can’t let me remember how to feel anything anymore-it would ruin 099.

I don’t know why I continue to put myself at risk now when I have such little left when I’m running so low. I couldn’t tell you why I still write-they could easily take that away from me any day now again.

They call me mikado, experiment 099. That’s all I know about who I am. It’s printed on my neck. I wasn’t supposed to see it but the ink left an imprint on my sheet the night it happened.

“Experiment  099; the slow retraction of human emotion.”

I did not know what that meant then.

I try and remember who I really was, but I only see shadows form in the back of my mind trying to put together some semblance of who I was before 1767. It’s been almost five years now and I still can’t remember. I don’t know what I look like, how would I know what you I look like, who am I?

They haven’t been very good to me lately they take more and more- faster with each one now. I’ve heard the whispers behind the wall day in and day out. Little clips to try and find clues or an answer.

“Are you sure we are ready to take that, it could end the experiment.”

“It’s time.”

That was the last thing I heard. Something big is coming and I wish I could say I was terrified but that was the last emotion they took away from me. I don’t have many left. I am not ready for the day where they take the rest of me, but I know it grows near.

I hear them coming now. I have to go or they will find you too. I won’t let it happen again.

"Una vez que lo malo haya pasado...Sólo vendrán cosas buenas."