Log Entry #100

Log entry #100

"I fucked up. Big time. I broke protocol and went down to observe in person. I was just too damn curious, and being stonewalled by my superiors was too much for me to take.”

"I took one of our stealth drop-ships down to a secluded spot in one of their underpopulated regions and ventured out to observe. I brought camouflage for my suit and made sure I wouldn't be exposed to their atmosphere. But while following one of their females, I tripped and touched her. She reacted in fear when my camouflage flickered, and I was **** to stun her. Not wanting one of her people to discover me in the open with one of them ****, I moved her to a more out-of-the-way location. After being sure I was leaving her in a safe place, I quickly returned to my ship and aborted the mission.”

"I used the same backdoor hack to get past the ship scanners and make it seem like the ship, its contents, and I had never left. This is the true f**k up part. My suit must have been contaminated somehow. Maybe from touching the female, maybe from something else. But given that I bypassed our biosecurity protocols for this little escapade, the bio matter on me wasn't caught and destroyed.”

"And now… now I'm looking at a sample of my own blood. A sample with a viral load almost 1 million times higher than the native residents. If my instruments are correct, this virus isn't just capable of crossing species to humans—it favors us with much higher affinity. It's almost absurd, like it was built for living in us! If this virus has any ability to impart the same mechanism of change to a human, I think I might be… No. That can't be possible. I will keep running tests and confirm that it can be removed or suppressed.”

"The cellular machinery of our species is far too different for the 'change' to work, I am sure of that. But I can't rule out that my immune response won't cripple me or cause irreparable damage. I can't let the others know, so I'll need to be cautious."

I lean back, feeling a cold sweat on my brow. The reality of the situation sinks in, and I know I have to act fast. "Signing off."

With a trembling hand, I turn off the computer, my mind racing with the implications of what I've just discovered.