Post by Frost on Oct 1, 2013 23:55:52 GMT -5
Author's note: Although it is written in a personal diary format it is purely fictional. I will try to finish this story through a series of entries. If I take too long to update please slap me. For I do have a nasty habit of starting stories and not finishing them. Enjoy. Also, if anyone finds any grammar errors please do correct me. For I haven't written anything in a very long time and am honestly quite rusty. =_='
Dear Diary:
When was the last time I've written here? I can't recall. But as I read back it seems like it has begun again. What has? My dreams... those dreams... her dreams. Each time, every time, it is the same. Only each time more vivid, much more real than the last. Sometimes I can't even tell which world is the real one... which life of mine is the one true one and which is the dream? Which person in the mirror is the real me?
Oh, dear diary,I can't let them know of my dreams. I suppose you are the only thing that I can confide in... the only thing that I do know is real. Should they find out, I'd be removed from the Origins program and my existence in either world would be terminated. Origins... They say that the people of Tellus were originated from the human race. A Tellurian? That is what I am. Or at least that is what I think I am. To be honest, I was not born of Tellurian parents or any parents for that matter. An Experiment is what they call me. A byproduct of historic genetic research, Origins. You could say that genetically speaking, I am closer to the ancient race of humans than I am to a Tellurian. There are others like me here too. One hundred to be exact... or at least there were. The deeper they go into research on us the fewer are able to take the stress of the experimentation. Now only about a quarter of us are left.
I wonder how long I've got before I too become another failed number. "Dreams are the key... what ever you do, don't let them find out." is what he told me before he was terminated last month in an attempt to escape. I really miss my friend... he was among the few people who truly understood me among my fellow brothers and sisters. Escape? can't say I haven't thought of it. Some of my dreams urge me to seek something out. But what it is exactly, I don't really know. I just feel like she is calling. Who? I don't know. I really don't want to leave until I know for sure what it is I'm supposed to look for. Besides, although I am a simple experimental subject, I am not ill treated. They do grant us some things for our personal use.
There are so many things on my mind which I'd like to release onto this outlet, my dear diary, but I must stop here for today. The next experimental trial will begin shortly and I must go. Should I still be alive afterwards I shall confide in you again. Sleep well my diary and stay safely hidden. Should my fate be that I not return, I pray that you find your way to the hands of someone who needs you.
~ No. 13
Dear Diary:
When was the last time I've written here? I can't recall. But as I read back it seems like it has begun again. What has? My dreams... those dreams... her dreams. Each time, every time, it is the same. Only each time more vivid, much more real than the last. Sometimes I can't even tell which world is the real one... which life of mine is the one true one and which is the dream? Which person in the mirror is the real me?
Oh, dear diary,I can't let them know of my dreams. I suppose you are the only thing that I can confide in... the only thing that I do know is real. Should they find out, I'd be removed from the Origins program and my existence in either world would be terminated. Origins... They say that the people of Tellus were originated from the human race. A Tellurian? That is what I am. Or at least that is what I think I am. To be honest, I was not born of Tellurian parents or any parents for that matter. An Experiment is what they call me. A byproduct of historic genetic research, Origins. You could say that genetically speaking, I am closer to the ancient race of humans than I am to a Tellurian. There are others like me here too. One hundred to be exact... or at least there were. The deeper they go into research on us the fewer are able to take the stress of the experimentation. Now only about a quarter of us are left.
I wonder how long I've got before I too become another failed number. "Dreams are the key... what ever you do, don't let them find out." is what he told me before he was terminated last month in an attempt to escape. I really miss my friend... he was among the few people who truly understood me among my fellow brothers and sisters. Escape? can't say I haven't thought of it. Some of my dreams urge me to seek something out. But what it is exactly, I don't really know. I just feel like she is calling. Who? I don't know. I really don't want to leave until I know for sure what it is I'm supposed to look for. Besides, although I am a simple experimental subject, I am not ill treated. They do grant us some things for our personal use.
There are so many things on my mind which I'd like to release onto this outlet, my dear diary, but I must stop here for today. The next experimental trial will begin shortly and I must go. Should I still be alive afterwards I shall confide in you again. Sleep well my diary and stay safely hidden. Should my fate be that I not return, I pray that you find your way to the hands of someone who needs you.
~ No. 13