A WitchDoctor Production

天照会社 の実験 (Amaterasu Corporation’s Experiment)

In the fallout of the Jissouseki Scandal, a major genetics research company, Amaterasu Genetics Corporation, had its assets seized during an investigation of the company’s actions. Somebody on the inside managed to hide and save this document before it was confiscated by investigators. Only in early 2008 did an anonymous source post this document on a prominent Japanese message board named 2channel. It was up for two hours, but was then taken off the boards because of the threat of legal action, as this is a document pertaining to the investigation of Amaterasu Corporation and therefore should be sealed from the people for at least the next fifty years. Before it was taken down, however, several Anonymous managed to save many, many copies and distributed them across the internet. This document is the work log of the man responsible for creating the first Jissouseki. It details the beginnings of the project, the process of development, the failure of the first prototype, and then the release of the prototype into the wild. Below is an English translation of said document.

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Work Log of: Amaterasu Genetics Corporation, Research and Development, Katō Hajime, PHD. Genetic Research.

Date: August 27, 2001.

When I proposed my idea to my superiors, they sent me back to my desk with orders to put it into motion at all reasonable speed. I am now in charge of the “Living Doll Project,” companywide collaboration between the Genetics Department, the Biomaterials Department, the Software Development Department, and the Nanotechnology Department. We will be working on a living doll, one that breathes, eats, sleeps, walks, and talks. It would be capable of performing various tasks, such as playing, singing, laughing, and crying. It would be perfect for everybody. Our living dolls would be the perfect toy for small children, the perfect pet for all ages, the perfect companion for lonely bachelors, the perfect substitute for a child, and the perfect analog for medical research, making animal experimentation obsolete. And it would all be powered by the tiny experimental self-replicating computer developed by our Nanotech Division. Normally, my company does genetic modification of plants and small animals, like lab rats, but this would be our greatest undertaking yet, and would stand to make the investors very rich men. It would be likely that at least one of our products would reside in every household in every first world country.

Date: January 25, 2002.

We have finalized the body plan for the Living Doll Project. When we began the project back in August, we originally went for an organic version of a ball jointed doll. That is, a miniature human with exaggerated facial features, mainly the eyes. Our current design will look like a ball jointed doll without the joints. It’s basically a miniature human. Now comes the biggest task, which is writing its genetic code. To maintain human functionality and likeness, we will be using a modified human genome, for which there is a working draft that was released earlier this year. Of course, we will be modifying it to suit the needs of the doll. So far, I feel that enough of the genome is mapped to begin its modification.

Date: February 14, 2003

At last, we have our first semi-working prototype, on paper of course. The problem is that the prototype design is naked, which means it’s exposed to the elements. However, we want to add a chromosome that codes for organic fibers growing under of the skin during development, which then weave themselves into a coherent mesh before birth, giving the doll clothing the moment it is born into the world. To create and insert the chromosome into the genome, we’re using an evolutionary algorithm set to the necessary conditions. This will allow for a largely seamless insertion of the gene. Sadly, we have to use some of the most powerful supercomputers in the world to make the necessary calculations, and even then it might take a while, maybe a year or more.

Date: January 20, 2004

The clothing gene was created and inserted successfully. However, it would appear that the genetic code has been rewritten from the ground up. I can’t read this new code yet, but we will press onward with the project.
For a reference model for our product, we will be using a character from one of my favorite manga, Rozen Maiden. The character is a doll named Suiseiseki. She wears a beautiful green dress, has heterochromia, and long brown hair. She is a character with two faces personality wise; she can be a devious little bitch, yet she as a good heart and avoids putting herself or others in harm’s way. She also appears to desire recognition or affection from Jun, the male lead in the series. She’s my favorite character, and I want to have a doll like her. With this project, now I can have my own Suiseiseki.
Making her clothing, her appearance, and her personality will be quite a challenge. While the doll will have the brain the size of a small dog’s to carry out basic thought processes and instincts, we will use the crystal to contain such information such as memories, personality traits, and language memorization. Note that the doll can still use these functions if it is ever separated from its crystal. I don’t remember how; the guy from the Nanotechnology Department gave me this longwinded speech consisting entirely of what might have been technobabble. To be honest, the only thing I could understand from his explanation is that it somehow works through the use of entanglement. Anyway, great care should be taken with the crystal, as the doll will cease to function if it is damaged. The guy from the nanotechnology department said that best case scenario would be that the doll’s head explodes, and the worse case could be that the doll’s body is ripped apart at the quantum level as its entangled particles are scattered throughout space.

Because of our choice in terms of design, we have changed our priorities from the body to the crystal itself. We can think of the organic body as merely a mobile, protective shell for the crystal, which would be the essence of the doll. The crystal even contains a small encyclopedia’s worth of vocabulary words. I have put in a request to both the software department and the nanotechnology department for their full participation in this endeavor.

Date: August 12, 2004.

We are ready to begin synthesis of the first of our living
dolls. Everything is ready. We placed the crystal into a highly nutritious syrup filled container with cells modified with our custom-made DNA. Hopefully, they will form around the gem, as we have managed to synthesize the proteins that keep cells attached to one another on the surface of the crystal. Whether the doll will form, moreover, if it will work is still up in the air. I and several of my coworkers (also Rozen Maiden fans) are ecstatic. We have 16 specimens in such canisters as I am writing this. I will continue documenting the progress of the project.

Date: September 13th, 2004

Since my last entry, there have been 137 failed attempts to build our doll. On Attempt 138, we got something that survived gestation. My happiness is tempered by the fact that we did not get what we wanted. In fact, we got a hideous little beast. This is not a minor setback, like the doll forming as expected but being mentally handicapped. That would be a condition that would be fixable upon the next prototype. However, the first prototype is not at all what we’ve been working on since 2003.
I was surprised to see that Lot 138, Specimen 12 appeared to still be in the fetal stage of development when it became active. The prototype has heterochromia and green clothing, but that’s where the similarities with our initial design end.
I was there when Specimen 12 was decanted. In fact, I was the one who volunteered to get it out of the canister. I had the entire R&D team standing around me. When I emptied the contents of the flask, all we saw was a small green thing the size of a USB thumb drive. It lay still until we rinsed it off with lukewarm water. It opened its little eyes and chirped “Tettere~!” as I took it over to the nearby table for a more complete examination.

Specimen 12 looks like some type of grub with four stubby legs and a fat tail that wags side to side when it gets excited. The most striking feature, disregarding that it’s a warm pink grub, is its face. It has no nose, two button-like eyes, a large flat tongue that never goes back into its mouth, large, catlike ears that are almost as big as its face, and one more facial feature that makes the creature a failure. It has a severe harelip. I can see the gums of the upper jaw through its triangular mouth. It also has only one tuft of hair on its forehead. As for its clothes, all it had on was a green body stocking that covered every part of its body but its face.

In summary, Specimen 12 is ugly and just unappealing to look at. To make matters worse, Specimen 12 smells like rancid rotten cabbage even after a warm soapy bath. As it is right now, I do not think that our product would sell. Despite its hideous appearance and foul stench, I let it live, thinking that maybe it was one of our dolls that had been born prematurely.

The first thing I did after the little worm was decanted was to feed it a konpeitou (sugar candy). My coworker had a small package of them in his desk for a quick sugary snack, so he gave the little creature one. It crawled over to the candy, sniffed it, and gave it a lick. It closed its eyes and happily declared “Delicious refu~♪”

All of our effort, all the trillions of yen that went into our project, and the first fruit of our labors was a talking grub.

I feel like the king of the fucking world right now. (Translator’s Note: This sentence is worded in a sarcastic manner)

At the very least, the speech processing functions are active. That’s the one good thing to come out of this.

The talking worm then licked the candy into oblivion, enjoying its sugary meal as a downpour of its own saliva rained down on top of it. When it had finished, it turned and started crawling towards my hand. That’s when I noticed the foul green shit trail it left behind as it crawled towards me. It was giving me less and less of a reason to like it. When it finally reached my fingers, it began tasting and gumming my index finger. I’m guessing that the action was merely exploratory behavior, like a human baby putting everything in its mouth. Human infants do this because their mouths contain the most nerve endings at that stage of development. I don’t know if I could say that the behavior our little abomination is for the same purpose, but it stands to reason that it might be.

I sent one of my underlings to find a suitable container to store the grub in. As I waited for him to come back from his office, the little monster looked around and began barking “refu-“ randomly, as though it was calling somebody who wasn’t there. Its voice is high pitched, and its insistence on practicing its vocal skill with nonsense aimed at nobody in particular wore my patience thin.

“Shut up,” I said as I rolled the grub onto its back by pushing it over with my finger. I grazed its belly as I knocked it over. This got a most unexpected reaction from the grub.

“Re? Feel good refu. More refu.” It chirped as it wagged its tiny tail back and forth like a dog’s. I assumed that it would at least keep it quiet, so I granted its request. I carefully rubbed its belly with my finger. The grub was surprisingly warm, soft, and squishy. It closed its eyes and began panting.

“Feel good refu. Happy refu.” As I rubbed its soft belly, I noticed a small slit at the base of its tail twitch with every stroke. Within a few more passes, a green sludge began seeping out of the orifice, staining its body stocking. I kept rubbing the grub’s stomach until a geyser of green slime shot out of the slit, spattering a mixture of green and brown chunks on a nearby writing pad. I recoiled.

“Ah! You’re a bad… whatever the hell you’re supposed to be!”

The grub looked up at me and replied “I not do bad thing refu. Just poop refu. Poop feel good refu.”

I almost killed it at that moment, but then I thought of the billions of yen my company invested in this one little creature. Despite my disgust, I let it live unless I wanted to sell my organs to pay for the lost investor money. After the fanfare of the first birth had died down, thanks to the news that it was a dud, I placed the grub in an empty bento container the underling retrieved for me, along with several candies.

Despite this living setback, we’ll just keep the synthesis process up and running until we get the desired result. I wonder if maybe the grub grows up to be the doll? If that’s the case, then I take back everything I said about it, and wow the investors with a live demonstration of the finished product. If not, when we do get our doll, then I will kill this hideous worm-like mutant by rubbing it in salt. Maybe it will melt like a slug. I can only hope it does.

Date: September 20th , 2004

Apparently, there is something horrifically wrong with our product. The original specimen itself has recently finished a metamorphic phase (non-existent in mammals) in which it changed into a humanoid form. This is sort of what we wanted, but not like this at all. The subject has four stubby limbs, stands upright, and has three patches of hair on it head: two in the back to form the tails, and one in the forehead. It has a triangular mouth full of small, human-like teeth. For clothing, it is wearing a green dress, with a white frilly bib around their necks. The bib has a small pink bow on the top. Between its legs are tiny white panties. To make matters worse, even at this stage of development, it has very loose bowels, filling its underwear with excrement at the slightest disturbance. I never thought I would see the day where seeing an upskirt shot would make me sick to my stomach.

I think that the fault lies with the evolutionary algorithm we assigned to insert the clothing gene, or with a gross misunderstanding of what we were working with. In the “faulty evolutionary algorithm” hypothesis, the same conditions that we felt would make the evolutionary algorithm insert the clothing gene also caused it to give them flat faces, small button like eyes, a cleft palate, a figure that is a twisted parody of our own species’ young, oversimplify the clothing gene we gave it, and remove any extremities such as fingers and toes. Either that, or the algorithm had a glitch or was not properly calibrated. In other words, we allowed the faulty algorithm to run unchecked from February 14th through January 20th, 2004 for nothing. When I get my hands on whoever wrote that algorithm, I swear…

Anyway, soon after transformation, it began running around awkwardly, like a child learning how to walk. We put it in a play pen made from an old cardboard box to keep it from harming itself. Eventually, somehow, it managed to get a cut on its forehead, the blood from said cut trickling into its left eye. I assumed that nothing would happen, like in other animals. For example, a human that gets blood in his eye attempts to blink it out. I learned the hard way that whatever I thought would happen in normal animals does not happen in our bizarre creation. Its eye went red and its belly swelled. “My belly hurts techiii…” Before I could assess what was happening, tiny variants of the grub like creatures began popping out of the single hole in between her legs with cries of “tettere~!”

Within mere seconds, what had been the only creature of its kind was suddenly joined by twenty four new members of the same species, still flopping about in their birth fluids like a fish out of water. At the very least, we’ve managed to get the replication process to work well. In fact, it worked better than we planned; in the design documents, we planned for the doll to only be able to give birth to one baby per pregnancy.

To expect one baby and get a whole litter of them; it sounds like another advantage granted to these monsters by the evolutionary algorithm that designed their genetic code. I think that we did not create these things so much as the algorithm did. After all, it took code that might not have worked and made it work splendidly as a macrovirus. It even looks the part as a creature that seems to exist for the sole reason of propagating its species.

Within seconds of birth, the little grubs began crawling around. While some lapped up their birth fluids as their first drink, others focused on their first meal. Three of the grubs jumped on the runt of the litter, ripping it to shreds in seconds. Disgusted by their behavior, I took the cannibal grubs and dropped them in formaldehyde. As they were an accident and the investors would not want to know that their money went to create these terrible creatures, I felt it would be acceptable to kill a few of them. The grubs struggled for a few seconds as they drowned in the preservative. The mother was upset by their chemical-induced demise. “TECHAA! TECHAAA!” she screamed as it tried its best to break open the jar to get to its children, even as their flesh was being hardened by the embalming fluid. Her face turned blue and her voice louder as her maggot’s struggles became weaker and weaker. Eventually, the three grubs we dropped in the container stopped swimming altogether.

When she realized that three of her spawn were dead, a river of multicolored tears cascaded from her mismatched eyes. She looked up at me and a few of the scientists around me and began chastising our behavior, however crudely. “Why Mr. Man do this techaa?! Baby do nothing to you techaaa!” she wailed. To keep her quiet, we restrained her and gave her dose of ether in the form of a cotton ball below the nostril. Not enough to kill, just enough to knock her out. She struggled in my colleague’s arms until her tiny body went limp.

After she had been properly sedated and put back in her cage, we turned our attention to the remaining maggots. Some had pressed their stubby legs against their fat little bodies and just relaxed on their backs, tongues hanging out. A few others crawled around the container sniffing for food. Maybe one or two acknowledged our existence by looking up at us. It was like they were expecting us to do something. Eventually, others took notice of the grub just looking up at the large pink things that towered over the box they were just now exploring. More and more of them gathered and started looking up. I put on a glove and lowered my index finger into the box. Immediately, all the grubs gathered around me flipped over onto their backs and began squeaking something I had not heard before.

“Punifu punifu”

“Belly punipuni, please rub refu-”

“Please rub refu-”

“Hurry please give rub refu!”

“Punipuni”

Even as they begged for a belly rub and flailed their stubby limbs about, I did not respond. Instead, I gave donned a gasmask and dropped a cotton ball soaked with ether into the box. Within mere seconds of me dropping the sleep bomb in their pen, they all fell asleep. We assigned them to separate cages during their slumber.

I have yet to decide how we will proceed with these monsters. They are the exact opposite of our intended product. The doll was supposed to be beautiful, sophisticated, and smell of perfume. Even their birth process would have been cute; the original design called for their babies to be merely miniature versions of their mothers. Instead of an elegant living doll, we have a hideous, stupid monstrosity that reeks of rotten cabbage.

Tomorrow, I have to meet the company president to discuss the results of the project. As of this moment, I am expecting to be in the unemployment line after this.

Date: September 21st, 2004.

Well, my job is still intact… The company president was furious when I told him of the result of our project, and was disgusted when I gave him one of the grubs. It was his idea; I wanted to spare him the monstrosity. When I set it down on the desk, it turned on its back and demanded the President for “punipuni.” It started wagging its tail around impatiently for the President’s reply. Disgusted by the grub’s smell and angered by my failure to produce the promised product, he reacted violently.

“Do you think I’m going to even touch you, you disgusting piece of shit?!” he said as he drove a fountain pen into the grub’s belly. It shrieked from the shock of having a piece of metal driven through its abdomen and several vital organs. It squirted green slime a good six inches into the air. The president pulled the pen out of its belly to write something on a piece of paper. The writing was entirely in green. As it turns out, he signed his signature on a form that would effectively leave me as the only active researcher on the project. All the other researchers would be reassigned to different projects to ensure that we would be able to make up for the lost income. And he signed it in the blood of our failed experiment. My boss has serious balls.

After calming down a bit, he said to me, “Katō-san, I want to make it very clear to you that I am going way out of my way to make sure that you still have a job. You’ve been with us since we first opened our doors, and you’re one of the most important scientists we have. However, this does not mean that you are not replaceable. I don’t care how long it takes, you get this problem fixed unless you want to tell our investors where their money went. And let me tell you that you do not want to deal with our investors.”

“No… Give blood… back… re…fu…” said the grub weakly as its tiny body began to deflate as its blood and organs leaked out.

The president drove the pen into the grub’s belly again. “You shut up.” The second stab was too much for the little thing to take. Its tiny pink tongue stuck out of its triangular mouth as its eyes went dim. It laid its small head back down on the desk with a tap.

The president looked at me and said, “Meeting adjourned. Now get this thing out of my office and don’t come back until you give me the working prototype.”

Needless to say, I’m happy that I still am employed, but I am at a loss at how to proceed. I’m guessing that I’ll need to go back to reviewing our observations and seeing where we went wrong.

Date: October 2nd, 2004.

Maybe these things might sell after all. The smaller humanoid ones usually address me as “Mr. Man,” and use proper etiquette when addressing me. Even with their smell and their repulsive appearance, I managed to find a redeeming quality in these little animals.

I’m going to take care of them for a month or two and see if they develop other qualities our dolls were supposed to have. If we can get out first batch ready for retail, we might be able to make up for our losses. Right now, we are a mere five days from the premier of the Rozen Maiden anime. If we can get a working Suiseiseki out on market at about this time, think of the money we could rake in from the popularity of the anime! My employer has gone to great lengths to ensure that the proper licensing has been acquired. If I can get this working, everybody in our company can expect to be very rich men.

Date: December 2nd, 2004.

I can’t take it anymore. These little beasts have no redeeming qualities whatsoever. I should have known that they were a complete failure and euthanized the first one when nobody was looking. Not only have the qualities of the original plans for the doll not developed, but the only good thing about them has disappeared.

Some of the creatures that I’ve shown favor towards have gotten rather fat. To make matters worse, they apparently forgot who fed them, gave them water, played with them, and changed out their litter box, and think that I am merely their slave. As I was walking by one of their pens, I heard one of the fat children.

“Hey, stupid human. Get me and Maggot-chan more food techi. You piece of shit techi.”

“Shit human is so useless refu. Need to go die in fire refu.”

I dropped my clipboard and nearly tore the door off their cage.

“Say please.”

“Shit human techi! You woke up Maggot-chan techi!”

“Human wake me up refu. Human need to eat poop refu.”

I felt something overcome me. Like a more animalistic side of me. I felt more rage towards those two little monsters than I have towards anything in my entire life. I grabbed the grub and threw against the wall like I would with a baseball. It didn’t even have time to let out a surprised “RE-?!” before it splattered on the wall like a green water balloon filled with dark green sludge. The child in the cage was obviously not happy about the death of its sister.

“You kill sister techi! You are shit monster techi!”

I grabbed the little monster and went back to the main lab holding it by its hair. It swatted at its hair and my hand in a futile attempt to release my grip. Frustrated and angry, it filled its undergarments with green sludge. When we made it back to the lab, I set it down on the table while I dug a pair of tongs out of a nearby drawer. When I turned my back to it, it reached into its panties and threw a wad of shit at my back.

“Take that techi!”

My work outfit was spared however. In the brute’s anger, it miscalculated the angle at which it threw its excrement. The wad of fecal matter went straight into the air and landed on its head.

“Techaaaa! My hair smells now techi! You clean it up shit human techi!” It shouted in surprise. It tried its best to get as much of the gunk out of its hair as possible, but it could not do a very good job at it.

At around this time, I had a pair of tongs in hand. I turned back to the shit-covered beast and stared down at it. We stared back at one another for a few seconds. The little beast smiled and said “Techuuu…” in a low voice in an attempt to look cute. I was not fooled. I grabbed her belly with the tongs, squishing out the remaining shit from her intestines into the sink. I then showed her my final present for her: a Busen burner.
After setting it up and igniting it, I held the shit bug over the open flame using the tongs. As she burned, I saw the fat begin bubbling out of her skin. She squirmed and screamed as she was cooked alive.

“TECHUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HOT, HOT TECHAAAA! IT BURNS TECHAAAA! IT BURNS!”

When I had reduced the ungrateful little bitch to a crispy corpse, I dropped her in the nearby waste disposal, and flipped it on. I reduced her body to ashes and ground those ashes up and sent them into the sewer, where all shit like these monsters belong.

However, what worries me most is not their lack of anything redeeming them for their many, many flaws. It is their reproduction rates and feeding habits. These things are reproducing like crazy, like rabbits on steroids! Within one day, one became 25. Within a month, 25 became 624! The holding pens are swamped. Everything is covered in foul green biomass with more of those small grubs squirming around in it. To make matters worse, they’ve run out of food. They’ve burned through everything on hand that was edible, even the lab rats! They’re so desperate that they’re eating their own young!

I’m sending out the order tomorrow to euthanize all subjects and start over again. This is standard procedure for all our projects, but I’m making a special point of eliminating these monsters. They reproduce too quickly, cannot be controlled, and are small enough to hide almost anywhere. If even one manages to survive, then the infestation will begin again. Needless to say, with their insatiable hungers and reproduction rates that would put rabbits to shame, if even one of these things escaped into the wild, all hell will break loose. I can imagine hordes of these creatures running across the country side, eating everything in their path. I could very well say that it could spell doom for civilization as we know it. Let’s keep that from happening.

Date: December 3rd, 2004.

This is bad. This is bad. This is bad. This is bad.

Today, I came in for work. The people who were sent to help me euthanize the subjects did not arrive yet, so I set to work without them. I went back to the holding area and took a box of the grubs, about 100 of them, in fact.

“Punipuni”

“Belly soft, belly squishy rub please refu.”

“Punifu punifu”

“Hurry refu! Please rub refu!”

After putting up with their requests for about three minutes, I turned into the main lab and set the grub-box on one of the tables. I pulled a tool out of my pocket. I brought it especially for this occasion. It was a tuning fork.

I wanted to see what would happen. After all, even if it didn’t work, the grub’s reactions would be more entertaining than the alternative of dropping them into boiling water.

I noticed that the grubs appear to dislike loud noises. In fact, I once dropped a book near a box full of grubs one time. I suddenly heard a small cracking noise. Not like cracking glass; it was more like hearing somebody crack their knuckles. When I examined the box, all the grubs inside were dead. I later found out that they broke their own necks from the shock.

I readied my tuning fork and lightly tapped the edge of the table. The grubs turned towards the disturbance, then froze. Suddenly, their heads exploded. When I say exploded, I don’t mean a dramatic explosion with gore flying everywhere. You could say that their brains burst. Liquefied grey matter leaked out of their ears. Several of the grubs that still had some muscle control dragged themselves around on their one good leg. The others lay in a puddle of their own cerebral fluid, twitching weakly as their tiny bodies died. What had once been requests for belly rubs and simple calls had died down into incoherent blubbering.

“Re… hi…”

“Funipufunipu”

“Re…”

I did the ones that survived a favor and threw them in the trash compactor. I didn’t hear a squeak of surprise as the metal walls closed in on them. When my dirty work was done, I walked back to the main lab.

When I got inside, there were two men. I had never seen them before, and in fact did not look like the guys I called to exterminate the failed prototypes. They were rooting around the lab, opening every drawer and cabinet as if looking for something. One was anyway. The other was writing a large phallic symbol on the wall.

“Excuse me Sirs, but you’re not… allowed.”

When I spoke, they turned back to look at me. They were two foreigners. Both had two papercut out masks on their faces. One was of a Caucasian man with bearing a large toothy grin and large eyes. The other mask was the face of a black man with a red bandanna tied to his head with an odd expression on his face.

“What is the meaning of this?” I asked the two men. They did not answer. Just then I noted that the door to the holding pens was behind them, wide open. I saw green slime trails running from the holding pens to the door into the labs.

That’s when I put the pieces together. These men had broken in and released the subjects. I felt my blood run cold at the realization that security was compromised. I reached for my cell phone to call for security, but nobody answered. I didn’t even get a signal.

The two men turned and ran for the door. I was not able to catch them. Now, I have about 900 subjects that are on the loose and two perpetrators who have released them. I have already sent my employer my letter of resignation; I changed the clock on the network so it looks like I had sent it when I first got to work. As it turns out, our two perpetrators had hacked the security network, knocked out the guards, cut the phone lines, set up a cell phone jammer, and hotwired the electronic locks for the holding pen door. Needless to say, my career at this company is over, whether I quit or not.

The two men had left various scrawling on the walls and blackboards. I read them in hopes that we would be able to find who did such a terrible thing and why. They had essentially released a species that could outnumber us in a matter of months into the world. Hopefully the infestation stays in Japan.

Most of the writings were phallic symbols. Others included a really, really long cat, an entire blackboard with the words “DESU DESU DESU DESU DESU DESU DESU DESU DESU DESU DESU’’ written all over it, a drawing of the grinning man with a dinosaur t shirt with the words “I’ll suck your cock!” written under it, and a bust of a Disney villain with the words “NO ONE’S SLICK LIKE GASTON NO ONE’S QUICK LIKE GASTON NOBODY RAIDS YOUR LAB LIKE GASTON!” The only writing that even remotely gave me identity and motive were two writings spray painted on the holding pen wall.

“We are many.
We are strong.
We are legion.
We are Anonymous.”

I found their motives perplexing. I didn’t quite understand what they were trying to say.

“We did it for the lulz.”
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About two weeks after the last entry, the first Jissouseki populations were sighted in Tokyo. The Jissouseki infestation had begun.