Log Entry #102

Log entry #102

"Well, my theory of being safe from the virus's effect was dead wrong.

"I took a full-body scan with the high-resolution omni-MRI, just out of curiosity. There is no doubt now. Growing on and in my pelvis is a foreign structure. The first cluster of cells to form in the change for the natives. A tiny beginning to what will become… another. My cells have been hijacked to build my replacement's brain! And it has started already. Why so damn soon?”

"The computer informed me the mass will already be the size of a golf ball within two hours and has early signs of electrical activity. Tiny sparks of activity, but it's there. Growing.”

"It's accelerating, and I can feel it. I'm far past adolescence, so perhaps that's the reason? It might be working overtime to catch up, which explains the pain. My body must be like a garden overflowing with nutrients for this bug. A perfect replication environment to execute its purpose.”

"I left the lab and haven't ventured outside my quarters today for fear of someone seeing me like this. I want to hide and cry, but I feel too sick. My only choice is to sleep and let the computer work on a viable antibody before it's too late."

I lean back, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. The pain in my pelvis is a constant reminder of the ticking time bomb inside me. "Signing off."

With a heavy heart, I turn off the computer and lie down, hoping that rest and the computer's efforts will save me from this nightmare.