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The following are some translated transcripts from Dr. Schullve, training nazi technology scientist. It was found at a crushed building that looked like it had just been struck with a cannon ball.
March 13 1942
After a year of preparations, I have finally managed to find the right technology to create a war machine! If I manage to duplicate this technology, Millions can be made for the army, our kind will finally rule the world! But for now, I have to deal with the one I have made. It is small, about 4 up, 6 down. I shall begin experiments with it tomorrow, along with a few other things I have planned for the science community. I believe this will be a breakthrough for everybody, including my reputation! My name will be in history books, I will be known by the whole world!
March 14 1942
I began experimenting with the machine today, and I have figured out that it only responds to a select few things. I showed it a voting ticket, and It shivered a bit. I have no clue as to what this means, but I plan to look further into it. I showed it various objects such as different foods, and children's toys. I then tried to show it an animated picture, and the results were drastic. The machine actually got up and moved up to the projector, and began to make different sounds to it. I remember the sounds faintly, but I cannot put them into words. They seemed to be different beeps and "boops", like a radio of some sort.
After the tests, I had a meeting with a few other scientists, and they were very skeptical. They do not believe I am making any progress, and I should stop testing with this machine. Of course I called them out on the absurdness of their voice. I have only begun experimenting, and I don't plan on letting a six-month project like this slip right out of my dry hands! I will be the bringer of good news to the science community. I will be praised by everybody for the amazing things I have done for the progress of science. More testing will be held over the next few days.
March 16 1942
I would like to say that some progress has been made, but then I would be lying. I have tried many things, like letting the machine react with people. The "Robot" then tried its best to talk to them. It spoke in slurs, though I am not sure how this is possible. I have not programmed it to do such things. The lead of production did give me new circuitry for this project, but I didn't think it would allow the robot to speak! The robot seems to be using a form of begging, like it was asking for something. I know this sounds odd, but it seems as if the robot has gained a mortal conscience. If these robots have minds of their own, and I begin to mass produce them, I might be considered the richest and smartest man in the world! I could get what I want, I could get what other people want, I could get what no man has!
March 19 1942
I want to say that I am the most amazed human being in the world. The robot has begun to grow! I have no idea what this supplier put in the motherboard for the this "Thing". The thing has become more hostile towards people now, even towards me. I want to experiment with this technology, but if I keep on seeing negative results through its emotional process, I feel as though that I might have to exterminate this project. If I do, it would give me time to research the thing. Great success comes in great time say some of the best. I hope to see more results over the week. If I do not, I will stop the experiment, and I will begin starting a new one. I will become the greatest, I am perfect, and once I find out how to create a real robot, I will be famous. I will be rich, loved, and I will be the greatest man in the world!
March 22 1942
I am beginning to realize that the programming in this robot is not normal. It is completely different then what I have bought from my supplier. Somebody must have tampered with it, because some many unexpected things have happened to it. Arms have fully sprouted on it, Legs are begging to grow, and It can talk in bleeps. It sometimes scream's at night, and I wonder, am I doing something wrong? I have considered telling other people about this project, other than the few that I allowed to interact with it.
The rest of this entry involved him talking about some social drama between him and his boss.
March 25 1942
I have been sure to check on the robot every few hours, to make sure he is behaving. It has fully grown legs, and it walks around the room aimlessly most of the time, making various noises. My boss is getting furious at me for the many disturbances from the basement, were this test is being held. Some times during the day, The robot screeches while holding its head, while loudly yelling "BLAM IN PROGRESS". When that is over, he rests. I think I shall terminate this project soon, since my boss is asking so much from me. "Were is all the noise coming from?" "How can one project be so loud?"
I do not want to get relived of my duties as head technology scientist. There he goes again, I must go shut-up that robot.
March 26 1942
There was blood everywhere. This robot had evolved beyond man, he has even killed man! I heard some commotion last night while I was writing in this very journal, so I went downstairs to get rid of the Robot; This project had obviously gone to far. But as I got downstairs, there were two of my assistants there, torn apart. There was blood, intestines, even skin. It was one of the most horrifying sights I had ever seen in my life. On the floor lay pieces of paper, with lowercase f's on them made out of a liquid that I know is blood. I tried shooting it with a brittle handgun that had been laying around my desk for safety reasons. But when I shot it, nothing happened. The robot just stood there, with no reaction to my presence. As I am writing this, the robot is staring blankly into the wall, like he had done nothing wrong. I'm stopping this now.
March 27 1942
I fear it may be a big mistake that I had not destroyed it earlier.I think I know what those little noises that the robot was making meant. I witnessed something I never want to see again. That noise that it was making was preparing it for something big. Something like this is beyond me, but now I know what "BLAM IN PROGRESS" means. It means it wants to exterminate someone or something. When it said "BLAM IN PROGRESS" last night, when I had just finished my previous journal entry, which must have been when it killed them. But he hadn't just destroyed them, he had destroyed my place of work, and is still wandering around. This may not sound bad to most people, but we have set our lab in the middle of nowhere, to prevent anybody from interfering. All of my radio equipment is gone, I have no way of contacting officers to help us. I need help. I don't know if anybody else is alive, but I know I am.
there was no date on this next entry.
Im scared. I need help. I'm hungry. Im not sure how long I have been down in this basement, but I know one thing. The robot is above me, and it won't stop making noises. I hear screams every now and then, but I am hearing less and less as time goes by.
again, no date on this entry.
The hunger is unbearable. I need to get out of here. I have decided to go up one level and try to escape this place. I will find help with the least bit of energy I have. I am going to keep this journal down here in this barbaric place that I used to call a lab. If anybody finds this, and I am not alive, please tell my wife that I love her. I wished to write her more, but work was piled on me. I would also like to thank my mother, for giving me the gracious gift of life. I love you both, and I hope to see you both again. I have a small map and I intend to use it to find my way back home. I can still hear those noises from above. That robot knows I'm here, and now I just need find a way out. Wish me luck, as I may never get out.