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Oh no the neural implant project backfired, I must now spread the logs throughout the building an leave a distress message in Latin (feddit.de)
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[-] Gork@lemm.ee 181 points 9 months ago

"Day 33: Problematic symptoms developing in Patient X. Current fluctuations from the implant are causing unwanted signals in the somatosensory cortex. The patient is expressing aggressive behavior as a result, presumably due to the interference of the implant on normal sensory function. It is unknown what is causing the fluctuations.

Day 45: Patient X sedated following a violent outburst that injured a staff member. fMRI scans indicate an uptick in activity in the premotor cortex compared to the previous scan four days ago. Patient X not responding well to the Brain-Computer Interface. Violent aggression may not be consciously controllable.

Day 46: Patient X escaped Secure Room Alpha. Lockdown initiated. Quarantine measures are now in effect. There is a loud banging on the lab door. This might be my last journal entry. Before I leave this Earth, please let the shareholders know I created value for them."

[-] brbposting@sh.itjust.works 31 points 9 months ago

June 9th: Of the original four dozen, over 75% are now deceased. Strangely, no clear patterns have emerged as of yet.

Batch 5 seems to have no common discernible effect on any specific group though the men seem slightly more resilient than the women.

June 18: And only five left now. Two men and three women.

The man in room five is a fascinating case. Physically, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him. No cellular anomalies, nothing.

December 24th: I was in the mess. It was about half past ten when we heard the first explosion.

The ones at the front ran straight into the gas. It was horrible.

It was the man in room five. I couldn't have known. The chemical supplies, grease solvents, ammonia, fertilizer. He'd been making things with them.

Mustard gas... And napalm.

And in the yard, I saw him. He had the flames behind him. He was naked.

He looked at me...

As if I were an insect. Oh god. As if I were something mounted on a slide.

He looked at me.

[-] ElButch@lemmy.world 2 points 9 months ago

In View, a humble Vaudevillian Veteran, cast Vicariously as both Victim and Villain by the Vicissitudes of fate.

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