Rewired: Project Insula

Chapter 17

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25/02/32

I write this, mostly, for my own sanity.

It's been roughly twenty days since I arrived at this f*****g facility. Protection for that spoiled cunt so he can throw his money at anything to do with death. And death we f*****g found.

05/02/32

Entry #1

I don't know if I will list all these logs by number. Depends if I start giving a s**t sooner than I die, which is looking unlikely to say the least.

We arrived at the island on the second of February, welcomed to the Bright-U facility with open f*****g arms of course.

Oh yeah, young Devyn Wells, who inherited his father's fortunes wants to invest in your “weapon of mass defence”. Open f*****g arms indeed.

See these Koreans have used this new Russian regime to f*****g PRETEND, that they care about the safety of our planet and its life. This is where “weapon of mass defence” comes in you see, its allegedly to protect against any future Chitsky bullshit that may come. Some weird mind control thing, I don't know.

Me and Devyn were taken to a viewing room which looked onto some test room, where some white coat was doing white coat s**t with some poor guy, strapped to a chair.

Positioned around this test room, were lots of other viewing rooms, containing lots of other stupid, rich arms dealers; hoping to witness some ground breaking and more importantly money-making weaponry.

Devyn was nearly salivating at the mouth; his little shrimp d**k probably hard at the thought of making money from mass destruction, or sorry, “defence”.

Well, as my hand is starting to ache and the bed in this cell is surprisingly inviting, lets just say that s**t hit the f*****g fan.

06/02/32

The bed is as comfortable as it is inviting, slept like a log. The handcuffs are a b***h though, make it difficult to write too.

Anyway, my non-existent reader, to whom I write this too. s**t did hit the fan and it spluttered its putrid mess all over me.

Before I go into the intricate detail of what exactly this s**t, looked and smelt like, I should probably mention how the s**t was described to us beforehand.

Me and Devyn were under the impression, as was every other investor there, that this Nano technological piece of weaponry, can enter a subject's brain and rewire the mind with some pre-programmed AI, developed by the white coats in this facility. As this was a top-secret project, it would mean that should the Russians try and do what they did to the Middle East, but to somewhere else, we could use this weapon to basically control and shut down Chitska from within.

Now my main gripe was that Nuclear Weapons do not have brains, and should one be fired, taking control of a few Russians isn't going to stop humankind from being obliterated. But hey, these guys want to put their money into these stupid things, why not?

I will tell you why the f**k not.

The guy on the chair, he was given a drink from a little test tube, full of this copper coloured liquid. He drank it and immediately began to trip out badly. Screaming and shouting; scratching and clawing at the chair; eyes rolling back into the back of his head, it was ugly.

This, however brutal and inhumane, didn't ring any alarm bells really. There were a few shocked expressions throughout the other viewing rooms, but they were probably newbies to this kind of thing.

To me and Devyn, we both agreed that the product did what it intended so far, and that was to change a person. Didn't really notice anything AI related or anything techy like that, just some guy having the worst imaginable time, but still, what did we know about nanotech?

After around 10 minutes of this guy, just thrashing around in his chair, (alone, I would like to point out too, the white coat was long gone by this point.), he went silent.

Not unconscious silent, more an aware and focussed silent. His breathing was heavy, but consistent and his eyes wide open.

We waited for someone to demonstrate his new robotically controlled actions, but nothing happened for a very long minute or so.

After this awkward silence, a voice came on the intercom. He said something along the lines of “You have all just witnessed Project Insula, now help us realise this new vision for mankind”.

Again, me and Devyn, we were fine. Obviously, we thought this was some catchy tagline for the weapon. Unfortunately, that's not at all what was happening.

A door opened to this room and another guy came through, on his own. He looked dazed and confused, but normal in comparison to the guy in the chair. He wandered through, looking up at us as if he just found out he had been living in a movie his whole life.

This is where it got f****d.

The guy sat in the chair saw this guy, we'll call him Truman. As he did, he let out the most horrific scream I have ever heard, worse than any of Devyn's bitching.

He tore the straps from his arms with ease and stared at Truman for a little while, foaming at the mouth. Truman stood froze in fear, as did a lot of the onlookers in the viewing rooms; none had tried to leave though.

With absolutely no dialogue, the crazy man leapt like a beast towards Truman, knocking him onto the floor.

The chair-man, shoved his thumbs into Truman's eyes until he was pretty much touching the inside of the back of his skull. Truman shook a little, before going motionless. The chair-man continued to pound viciously on his face until there was nothing but a pool of brains and skull.

Now people began to panic. Devyn was vomiting in the corner like the b***h he is, and everyone else around the room were also vomiting or trying to leave through what I now realised were locked doors. I, for some reason, was so fixated on what everyone else was doing, that I didn't even know what I was doing.

As the panic erupted and frenzied investors continued to test their flight instincts, some sort of gas must have been leaked into the viewing rooms. I know this because, I woke up three hours later to Devyn crying like the little rich b***h he is.

06/02/32

Entry #2

Second time today I've decided to write in this. Didn't think I would be writing in here again today, either because I'd be dead or because I have already spent all my time today writing s**t that no one is ever going to see.

As much as I cannot get enough of this tiny cell and the noise of Devyn sobbing and screaming constantly, I have been thinking of how to get out. I don't know why I have, boredom probably, because I know that I will end up being part of some weird experiment when I get caught. Maybe where two Women rip my arms off and play my head like a drum with them, that would be fun.

The white coat that brings me my meals everyday is a skinny little cunt, I could snap him in half easily. Just need to start making a note of anyone around him.

06/02/32

Came today at 3:32pm. Wasn't with anybody.

Came at 11:12pm. Three other men were with him.

07/02/32

Came at 9:12am. With about 4-5 others.

Came today at 3:24pm. No friends.

Came at 10:46pm. Two others with him.

Seems to be a pattern with the afternoon visits, lets hope it continues.

08/02/32

You should've seen it! Came this morning at about 9:30, and this time didn't have anyone with him. I know I was going to wait until the afternoon, but it was just too tempting.

Caught the little b***h on the jaw as he walked in, think I might have broken my wrist thanks to those handcuffs. Luckily the guy had the keypass on him for the handcuffs, and a delightful looking K5 9mm handgun. He is currently sleeping safe and sound, when he wakes up I'm going to question him and write it all down.

Just gotta hope that the fucker doesn't scream the place down, but holding a gun at his head might change his mind on that one.

Feeling f*****g excited now, how often does a 58-year-old war vet get to see action like this?

08/02/32

Name? – Loo Seung-Ho

What is happening? –

Loo didn't want to play ball so he is now cuffed to the side of the bed in the cell, and even though I hate the guy, I let Devyn come with me. Somehow couldn't bring myself to kill either of them, maybe I'm getting soft.

10/02/32

Me and Devyn have been hiding out in what seems like an old abandoned office. Getting here was a real fucker, should have just killed Devyn. He keeps trying to read what I'm writing too, d**k.

Although Devyn is a useless prick most of the time, his knowledge of the Korean language is helpful. Overheard some of these guys talking about an attack on the UK, something about harbouring “jaebaes” in an apartment building, before unleashing “jiog” on the country, on the 26th February. Devyn wasn't sure what jiog meant, but it didn't sound good.