What May Seem

10/16/22

I have scarcely had the time to breathe lately, let alone write in this journal. We have finally met our direct employer after almost three weeks of working here. A man with an islander accent as if he is from the carribean or somewhere equally exotic everyone calls Chief. Chief is a large black man, who's hulking form stuffed into a suit leaves me with both an amusing and intimidating impression. Since his arrival we've been ordered to redo all of our tests since we started working for The Company. They told us to destroy all documents pertaining to the previous experiments and data. Even stranger than that, we were told that under no circumstances we were not to look at the documents before we destroyed them. The files and papers were to be deleted with no trace rmaining. I only just finished.

After the past few days events I feel kind of uneasy about this journal. What exactly will happen to me if I get caught with it? It already has been made apparent that there is no backing out of this. The day I walked into The Company's lab I became their property just as much the creature is. As much as that upsets me the realization doesn't hit me as hard for I already feel as if I've been working for The Company forever.