My Greatest Experiment (Skelebros' Origin Story)

Entry 8

June 5, 2005

I can't find anything. I've spent countless hours searching. I've looked through every book, journal, scientific study, and archive that I could get my hands on. I've written every formula, made every possible calculation, considered every angle, and yet... nothing. I've come up completely dry. It seems that no one, in the entire history of monster kind, has ever tried to artificially create a soul. Up until this point, I kept telling myself that all I needed was time—that the solution would present itself with enough hours spent meditating on it. Now, however... I can't continue to delay the inevitable.

The experiment's growth in progressing much faster than originally predicted, so much so that it's already starting to resemble a young skeleton. Normally, this would be good news... however, a developed body can't last long without a soul. If I don't introduce a soul within the next forty-eight hours, the experiment will undoubtedly start to deteriorate. What that means exactly, I'm not sure. (A monster's soul exists before its body, not the other way around. This is unprecedented, and I don't know what to expect.)

And so... I have no choice. I have to give it a piece of my soul, and hope that it will develop on its own. As I write, I'm currently in the middle of programming the laser cutter. I'm going to make an incision near the center of my soul, and cut out a half-heart shape. It will be roughly one and a quarter centimeters at its widest point, and... oh, who am I kidding. I'm going to drop the "professional scientist" act for a moment, and tell you what I really think about all of this. The idea of cutting into my soul is scaring me shitless. I could very well die from this, or it could cause irrevocable damage to my psyche. Anyone who's reading this and actually wants to replicate this procedure on themselves is bat-shit crazy.

And so, I'm not going to give you the details. You won't need them. I'm the only one that will ever attempt this, and I'm only doing so because it's too late to go back. I've already created a new monster, a new life, and so it's my responsibility to see this through to the end. For their sake. Fuck, what was I thinking, creating an artificial person?! Did I really just do this because I wanted intelligent help?! Damn me and my curious soul! If only I could go back and smack myself. Then, maybe, I could come to my senses before my curiosity got the better of me.

Well... there's nothing left for me to do but summon my soul and turn the machine on. ...This may very well be my last entry. As such, I'm going to keep writing for as long as I can, and narrate the procedure as it goes along. That way, at least, you'll know for yourselves how reckless my decision was. (And it may serve to distract me from the pain. I've taken as many painkillers as I can handle, and the machine is completely on autopilot, but... oh, god. I don't want to do this.)

I'm strapping my soul down now. It... um... oh geez. Even with minimum physical contact, it's already... (Sigh). This is what I get for being a bachelor. The last thing I need right now is for it to liquidize. (Ah, why did I even include that?! Gosh darn it; all these nerves are getting to my head.)

Anyway, I'm going to start the machine now. It's only five seconds. Five seconds, and it will be over. I have gauze and an EMPT (Emergency Magical Pulse Transmitter) within arms reach, in case anything goes wrong. There's no reason for me to hesitate. I've done the math. I know the risks. The science suggests that I should be fine. Not great, but fine. My hand is shaking in its place above the start button. I'm about to press it.

...If there is a God out there, I hope he's smiling down on me.

The machine is starting. I... I really think this was a bad idea—

*The rest is nothing but illegible scribbles.*

*You notice that there are several strange stains on this page. Some look like they were caused by water, while the others are... bronze? You can't identify the substance.*