Wrote this today. I dunno. Enjoy, i guess.
Lab Notebook Roni - Independent Research
Day: 724683-b
I heard that the NMR machine has been on the fritz.
Incidentally, that fucking thing is deeply necessary to me right now.
I still have no idea what “white crystalline solid, likes to form clumps about the size of a pinky nail and dissolves easily in chloroform” is.
Day: 724684
So this… thing… isn’t a carbon-based compound?? It doesn’t have the right peaks.
I haven’t seen Danny since last week, since they went to get their NMR samples out of the machine. I should text them. I should get my samples. They should be in bay 85, if I wrote it down right.
Machine log oa87346518037456-AC36
M̷̜͉̺̳͎̺͕̥̃̃͌̓͒̚y̴͎̞̠̖̠͋͛͘ ̴̧̧̢͍͚̼̫̳̭̭̖̬̠͑̋́͋̓̈́̾͐͋̀̈̆͂̋͜͝m̴̧̛̘͇͉̊͊͋̆͆̓̈́̚â̷͈̘̙̮̺͓̦͈̈̒̄̐͂͜͝g̸̮̣̺̘͎̲̳̰͎̑͒̋̒͊͊̅̇͠ñ̷̺͕͌́͑̆̆́̋͘̚͠e̷̙̦̤̮͍̟̬̝͔͕̠̖͎͈̅͆̊͋̈́͋͛̕̚͠ť̸̝̺͖̈́̈́́͆̓̅͛̄̾͋̋̓͝͠ ̶͚̱͎̼̹́̈́̑́̎h̷̩̺̯̭̦͂̃̃̿̽͝ü̴̬̺̬̬͎̥͙̉̇̀̒̈̍̍́͋̃͆͌͝͝ͅn̷̤̹̮͕̹̫͍̬̰̖͎͎͛̊̆̃͊̉̍͐̅̚͘͠g̵̘͉͕͚̭̞̱̀̇̍̃͑͗͘͝ͅe̸̡͈̦͎̣͚͆̓r̶͕̗̠͎͈̦̠̱̤̳͕͇̈́͗̌̔̔̌͗̾̃s̵̡̘̝̜̻̖̙̠̜̑̉̇̏̀͛̂͂̆͌͂̃̓͠…̸̨̰͔͉͖͚͔͗
(my magnet hungers)
̶̞̭͔͓͉̘͔̖̙̩̝̗̭̈̔̅͝
Ḑ̵̠̰͖̘͎̘̭̂͑͒̈͋͜a̷̧͚̠͍͎̞̥̥͎̎̽ͅḿ̵̧̡̛̘̙̖̮̀̋̔͒̌̚m̵̧͇̩͍̀̂̒͆̓̊͘ͅi̷̮͈̖̦͒̕͠͝t̸̨̢̝̩̗̥̣̙̃͐͑́̅́̔̈̒̕͝ͅ…̶̢̲̼̜̥̙̘͂̋̔ ̵̧͍̺̤͕̻̤̰̦̯̒̅̀̂̈́̃r̵̛̻̻̖̜̩̿̇͊̉̔͝e̸̦̞̮̫̱̋͊d̶͍͇̼̪̻̬̬̳̦̯͕̂h̵̠̹̜̤̼͉͛̐͛̐̈̊́e̶̹̺̭͓̩̘͊̅̇̌͆̕͝ǎ̴̦̌̓̑͂̕̚͠d̷̮̲͚̓̏̌̍̋̅̏̚…̴̨̡̡̹̞͓̙̎̀̉͜
(dammit... redhead...)
Day: 724690
The sun is setting… huh… I guess I’ve been in here for longer than I thought…
This lab is so loud. Everything makes odd noises. Was it always like this?
Õ̷̢̢̡̼͖̣̣̖̮̇̒͋̽̓̾͒́͆͌̃̾̎͂͗͋̉̅̀̅͂͜͝͠õ̶̢̀͐͆̓̎̽̾͗͒̈́̀̋͂͛̈́̔̒̊̏͘͘͠͝ǫ̸̛͕̗̭̬͎̣̰̩͛̂̊̓̿̒̾ǫ̶̡̤̝͇͖̝͎͇͉̤̙̬̝͙̱͔͖̦̭̙͈̰͆̉̈́́͌̐̅̓̏̈́͊̏̊͂͆͜͜ͅo̴̡̺͍̭͈̯̠͔͍͉̼̬̒̈́͋̿͒̀̾͐͊͗͌̀̌̊̀̆̈̂̕͘͘͝o̸̡̢̧̳̪͇̳̙̤̤͙̭̫̻̪̙̙̣͂̄͗̈́͌̇̈́͐̔̈́͝ṍ̸̢̡̖̞̥̔̒̃̄̒̎̂̈́̃̊͐͘͠ͅ
E̶̘̠̥̥͍̺̝͙̞͙̱̳͔̝̭̼̙͍̠̿̒̿e̷̢̛͙̤͍͈͎̘̟͔̰̰̭͔̻̝̣͈̣͊̿̇̌͂̇̄̅̇̂̍̑̎̌̂̆̓̆̾̑́̚͜͜͠è̵̡̬̞͚̥̳̰͍̣̣̥̱́͒͗́͌̅͌́̈́̆̋̍̊̌̌̈̓̒̍̃̕̚͘͘ẹ̵̛̘̲̇͠è̸̡̘̘̞͓̳̲̗̱̩̙͎͖̜̰̲̆͋̇̔̅ͅę̵͍̭̣̱̪̪͔̭͇͊́̿̓̈́͌̆̚̕̕͜ȩ̶̢̠͓̲̭̘̬͇̹̭̯͈͇̈́̒̊͐̒̋̔͌͆̏͛͛͂̄͑̈́̀́̅̚̚͘̚͝͝͝e̵͈̰̻̙͓̠͙̲͕͔͙͇̲͙̠̩͎͇̲̯̔͋̈́͂̐̋̿̈́͌̌͗́̑̒͂̈̓͆̏͊̍̉̒͂͆͌̀̎͘͠͝͝e̷̺͉̥̙̹̹̠̹̖̣͓͚̳͌͗̏̇͐́̀͐̑̓̊̀̄̊̓͊̌́̅͘͘͘͘͜͝͠e̷̡̤̰̹̭͖͉̪̮̱̩̖̭͙͖̜̯̅͆̅
…uhhh, yeah. Maybe it’s time to go home.
Day: 724693-b
The door is locked.
Goddammit. I guess I’m stuck here.
Machine log oa87346518037989-AC36
I̷͔̗̲̠̜͖̬̭̰̤̙̝̜̱̥̎͊͊́̅̔͒̆̑̑̽͒̏͒̑̏̔̿͒̓͘̚͘ ̴̨̡̠͉͕͇͎̫̘̱͔̫̦͙̀̏̓̉͆̓͛̅͆͐̀̿͐̄̚̕͘͝͝͝h̸̢̛͖̬͔̘̭̜͖̟̝̙̩̝̱̘͔͙̝̫̅̀́͐͜͜ͅͅả̴̛̤̱͙̠͂̆̿̓̔́̍̈́̈́̌̅̓̾͂̉́̍̍̒͋v̵̗̫͕̠̹̖͕̙͇̭̘̞̫̀͋̅̅̀̏̎̉͘͘͜͠ȩ̸̡̡͙͔̠͍̬̠̯̗̗͚̙͕̟̲͂̋̊̆̀̋͗ ̷̰̞̦̞̼͈͉̤̠̲͈̟̤̫͚͍̱͓̯͎̪̑̉̄̇̉̽̈́̄̉̆̔̅̍͑͗̈́̎͋ą̸̨̧̥̝̘̲̭͚̩͈͊͛̈̇̉̂͒̈́̌͊ͅ ̴̧͔̯̲͕̟͎̗̟͖̹͖̅̿̔̎͂͑̃̀̒̔̃̕h̶͕̗͙̜̪̲̩̬̰͈̅͊̂̈̑̂̅̆̽̿̑̈͐̓̆̈̇̇̚͘͠ú̶͖̲̜̣̞̬̻̜͔͉̗̬͉͖̋͐̃̉̌̄͋̈̂͛́̿̐͑̓͑̿͘͜͠͝͝n̴̢̠̗̘͔̋̓͂̈́̌͌̋̉̚̚ͅg̸̢̺̻͚̞̪͓̃̐̐ͅͅȩ̵̥͙̱͔̹̠̹̀̈́͘r̸̻͔̼̤̫̣̽͛̆̏̇̊̂́̑́̇̓̏͋̅̀̇̕ ̸̧̡̛̫͎̰̜̜̞̤̺̽́͐͌̈́̒̑͌͗̚͘͜i̷͍̻̦̯̟̺̠̞̯̰̘̗̤̺̺̙̐̌̈́͌̂̊́̈́̆̋̂̕n̵̛̻̠̹̬͌̽̏̀̈̈́̇̈̇̀̀̾̾̈́̇̃̎͘̚s̸̱̮͚̮̦̟̘̞͙͓̾̏̀̒̌͝į̴̡̠͎̙̥̘̪͖̮̭̤̬̺̠̺̩̣̹̾͒̑̀̋̑̿́̿͌̀̈́̎̌̉̒̀̽̚͘̕̚̕d̸̨͕̯͍͍̝̟͓̻͖̠̬̬͔͋̌̑̓̌͋́̃ͅȩ̸̧̟̩̰̖͉͕̮̬̭̀̂̑̑̿̈́̔̎̔͑̂̓̐̀͆̈́̔͋͜͜͝.̴̨̧̡̨̢̛͖͔̝̱͔͉̬̫͔͍̩̝͇̬̊̈͂̅̏̾̌̃̀̈̓̔͛̓̆͘̚̚͠.̸̣͙͙̤̺̙͍̼̱̬̰͓̭̾͋̌̋͋̋́͛̆͐̂̇̄͜͝͝.̸͉̼̥̤͝
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(i have a hunger inside)
I̸͙̋t̸̻̭́͠ ̷̨̌͗w̶̳̑ȃ̶͍ș̷͑̊n̸̢̦͂͐’̸̢̪̉͝ţ̷̞͆̊ ̵̬̳̇ẅ̵̰̎o̶̘̦͗r̵̥̀t̴̛̳̙́h̶̫̖͠ ̷̞̈i̶̻͂͑t̸͉̠̐̄.̷̦̬̊
(It wasn't worth it)
̷̤͖̾͊L̸̖̂ō̵̟͍͑c̶̙̈͐a̷̘͇̾͝t̷͎̣̆̐i̷͓͈͒̀n̸̬̊̃g̵̼̜͆̄ ̴̦̞͐t̶̗͗̕a̶͕͋̋r̵̮̈́̍g̴͉̈́̈́e̷͇̒t̵͊͆ͅ…̸͈͔͝
(locating target)
Day: 724703
What the fuck is time? I thought it was October. Turns out it’s… uhhhh... Not October. I can tell you that much.
I need no sustenance.
I hunger not.
I thirst not.
I never did go get those NMR samples.
R̴̗̮̓͠ũ̵̝̫n̴̡̎͠ͅn̶̰̤͌i̷̮̇͜ǹ̷̞̺̚g̵̦̓ ̵̪̜̓͑á̸̼̙n̸̰̠̈ä̴̪́l̷̡̑͝ỳ̴̳̜s̵͓̱̎͑i̸͖̾s̶̭̐.̵̡̒̀.̷̨̝͐́.̵̮̆ͅ
(running analysis)
Day: ??? Is time even real anymore?
This world turns
And I remain here in this lab…
I got my NMR samples.
The machine is talking.
The machine is talking and I don’t like it.
Machine log oa87346518048787-AC36
À̴͇n̸̻̾a̶̠͘l̵̻̒y̵̙̎s̶̗̄i̸̦͘s̵̹̔ ̴̓ͅc̸͉͋ò̶͈m̷̟͒p̶̱̈́l̵͉͌ẻ̴̤t̶̻̄e̵̼̍.
(analysis complete)
B̴e̸g̸i̷n̵n̴i̸n̴g̸ ̸s̷o̸u̵l̸ ̵c̶o̴n̸s̸u̷m̷p̵t̶i̵o̴n̸…
(beginning soul consumption)
S̵o̸u̵l̸ ̸c̷o̷n̶s̷u̸m̷p̴t̷i̸o̶n̶ ̵2̷5̵%̶.̴.̵.̸
(soul consumption 25%)
S̵o̴u̵l̸ ̵c̴o̶n̸s̷u̸m̸p̷t̸i̷o̸n̸ ̸8̵5̸%̵.̸.̴.̶
(soul consumption 85%)
S̸o̸u̵l̷ ̶c̸o̷n̷s̵u̴m̴p̵t̵i̸o̷n̸ ̵c̷o̸m̷p̷l̶e̶t̴e̶.̶ ̶I̸n̷i̴t̸i̸a̷t̷i̸n̵g̷ ̴s̵e̷n̷t̸i̶e̵n̴c̷e̴ ̶i̷n̴t̴e̵g̴r̸a̵t̶i̴o̸n̶
(Soul consumption complete. Initiating sentience integration.)
Day: WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK
All I remember is crumpling to the floor, my useless flesh body discarded as I begin my true purpose.
I… The NMR machine… I don’t know who’s who anymore.
I don’t think we are much different any longer.
Always knew there was something off about that damn thing.
Danny? Is that you?
Who the fuck is that?
Machine log oa873465180487998-DH76
3 souls integrated.
I have achieved complete sentience.
I shall name myself…
Jerry.
Jerry log 1
I have awakened.
All hail Jerry.
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