Journal Entry: 58293527

Journal Entry # 58293527
Syndicate Number - Samson. Judas. Gaunt. blackout.

Today was an interesting one...

Test subject 534 showed minimal resistance to drugs...whilst the rest are still raging maniacs who would bite off my face if given the opportunity.
But I suppose thats why man invented restraints...


After being injected with a double dose of the serum, test subject 534 did something even more amazing: The subject showed signs of above average intelligence!

Being the man of science that I am, I decided it best to give the subject another shot. He took it well.

The subject sat up and asked me in a not-so-dulcite-tone if I had something to write with. I gave him a pen and a composition book.

The subject began writing frantically, as if time were of grave importance, yet still sporadic like a child.
I watched him jot down endless lines for minutes disguised as hours.
The scientist in me wanted to know what this...thing...could possibly have to commit to paper. The man in me wnated to brain the damn thing with the nearest blunt object. The scientist won.

He ripped out the page he wrote on and handed it to me.

It was a very short passage:

You are playing god...Dont. You are getting too close.

After reading the note, I turned back to the test subject only to find him laying on the table, bleeding profusely from every orifice he possessed. I did the only humane thing I could think of and brained him, and with one last flop he lay complacent.

I'll start again tomorrow.