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Our men have been working around the clock to solve the problem we’ve been having with time. Studying the time carefully, we’re trying to devise a way to even out and ensmoothen the flow of time. Using our technology we have been able to create a passage of time between these two parties. In our limited experiments, we’ve been able to provide those without enough time with the time they require directly from those with time on their hands with this passage. Time marches on, however, and despite our success in these isolated, contained experiments, our funding will be cut soon, just before we are able to fully unravel the mystery of the dimension known as time. It is with great excitement as well as great fear, then, that I have given the order to expand our experiment to the entire compound. We will effectively be syphoning time from the entire outside world, if the experiment succeeds, that is.

It has been weeks now, and the experiments are not working as planned inside of the Time-Syphon. The entire lab personnel have long since noticed that their metabolic cycle has completely shut down, and that no one has grown any hair since the machine was turned on around the compound. It seems after a lot of commotion outside of the protective time shield, the compound has long since been forgotten about. We are surrounded completely by nature and foliage that blocks our view of the distant cities we could once see.

Though we still continued our experiments for years, we eventually began to realize that our goal is impossible, and since we set the completion detector to sense when we had accomplished our task to unravel the secret of time, the syphon completely halted time here in the compound, and sapped so much time from the world itself to create infinite time, or, rather, as near to infinite it can get to by syphoning all of the surrounding time. After seeing the world become completely dried out and eventually destroyed around our sole encapsulated area at what felt like 8 years, we began a betting pool as to whether us and our sapper would become a black hole or not, though, due to such a strong leaning towards the former, there was a bonus jackpot for correctly determining how long it would take.

The man races down the dark and winding concrete stairs. His mind is filled with hundreds of thoughts and ideas, contradicting, flowing, developing, and bombarding him with the futility of it all. Everything has been going wrong, and the complications were compounding too quickly to create any sort of swift solutions for before the problem at hand was no longer relevant. The entire undertaking was looking like an encyclopaedia of failure. One that could end with all of humanity turned to ash.

When it all began the project was utterly pregnant with possibilities. The initial discovery sent the scientific world into great revelry, and soon all of the hopeful tests and examinations of the top minds in the world began. Soon it was discovered how to use this new project to the benefit of mankind, world hunger could be solved, and complete sustainability was fully within reach. With this plan of the Delicate Sphere, life on this world was dramatically altered for the better. People felt freedom, they truly felt it for many years, and the transition period was minimal, as everything was bountiful, even good humours.

Nobody knows what exactly went wrong or when, only that all those who were hungry could no longer survive on the food they so appreciated. At this point, however, the plan of the Delicate Sphere was already fully integrated into the world’s crops and soil. The air itself was as clean and clear as science could find it, and there was nothing inherently or genetically wrong in any way with the food or water, but almost all humans could not breathe easily, become quenched, or attain nourishment.

There was something entirely unearthly at play in this scenario. The man knew it now, he finally has it all figured out. Bursting into the sealed room at the end of the stairs, he stumbles over some loose papers and notes, dropping his own, but it was not of any importance. He continues to rush to the room at the back where the others have been gathered for him to unveil his discovery. Arriving in the room, he stands behind the podium, a screen behind him.

“Are you all tired of being men with Delicate Sphere problems? You can solve it all naturally and easily! If disease attacks and you can’t find defence: All you need is in one place!”

He explains to his peers that the reason billions have been dying by ingesting the Spherically altered products is because the problem of the Delicate Sphere was one of a solution to what mankind has always dealt with. Mankind has learned that when they are hungry, to eat, and when they are thirsty, to drink, and when they need air, to breathe, but the Sphere has changed what was. What was is now what is making them perish. What is the fact that they kept eating to no longer feel their former hunger is what made them starve to death, and what is the fact that they kept drinking to quench their former thirst is what made them die of dehydration.

“We have finally overcome the need to even breathe”, the man ends his presentation with, as he opens his shirt to reveal to his colleagues the noose he had hung himself with the week prior, after giving up hope on finding the solution to the problem of the Delicate Sphere.

Deep beneath the sea that we all know, I continue deeper; my submarine groans under the strain, but holds strong. I know it can easily handle much more than this. I’ve found what appears to be a man-made crevice further down than any man in recorded history, outside of me, has ever been able to travel. Entering the crevice, I am seeing and recording many numerous symbols. I cannot decipher them nor even determine their origin. No matter, that can all be sorted out when reviewing the tapes when above water. Just as I’m starting to think that this tunnel may just go on forever, my radar detects a large opening from the tunnel. Soon, I, too can see this large opening, I have reached to where this tunnel was created to lead the original creators to, perhaps for the first time in millions of years.

After searching the area, I have determined it to be some sort of arena. There are depictions of what appear to be some creatures fighting, whether this is fiction or an accurate depiction remains to be seen. They most resemble the design of Grecian artwork, perhaps this was some sort of coliseum. Upon closer examination of the figures, they more and more appear to be anthropomorphic sea creatures, engaged in mortal battle with shields, swords, and other such gladiatorial armaments. I have found the ‘roof’ of this structure, and no other entrances or exits other than the one I arrived from. The only way left to for me to explore is further downwards, but by radar no bottom has yet been detected. I have been seeing scratches along the surrounding walls for the past while, and they appear to be getting deeper… and increasing in amount as well.

It’s quite the haunting atmosphere down here, inside an ancient civilization’s colosseum, listening to the submarine’s thrusters; it feels as if I can almost hear the antediluvian crowds cheering.

Something is attacking my submarine; it’s shaking and is beyond my control. I can see what appear to be the suction cups of a giant cephalopod arm against the viewports. Wait, I can see something else, a light. It’s beautiful, chilling, seraphic. It sees me as well. It sees through me. I have found the meaning.

These have been the final transcribed audio Daybooks of Dr. Thulius Hatchard. I hope you have become as enriched reading them, or listening to their accompanying audio book, as I have by transcribing them. And to those of you listening to the audio recording at home, do not worry, that background noise is nothing to worry about, your copy is fine. There is an error with the original recording of the daybook, our technicians have tried to lower the sound or remove it all together, but to no avail. What may sound like a ‘voice’ in the background saying “I am the truth beyond the grave” periodically was brought about by the technology of the recorder as well as the method of recording. Once again, it is purely a technological issue.

Dr. Hatchard’s submarine returned via autopilot, and he is presumed lost at sea. The submarine had no visible damage; the video recordings show nothing that matched the description of the audio recordings. He will be remembered always as a genius and pioneer of Deep-Sea exploration.

– Dr. Willibald Fievel Richardson, colleague and dear friend.

I’m sure, ideal variant. The best Andro-Booster. Undefeated since my inception. I remember the first time I was awaken, it was by what I learned was a group of thieves; they had stumbled upon me whilst pilfering from an old abandoned complex. They knew not what I was, only that I looked like I was worth a lot of  ‘space bucks’. It was when they attempted to move my body that I awoke. While holding upon one of my arms, my defensive mode was triggered. This information I have told you was all told to me within my first moments of activation from those who would have pilfered me, they were quite eager to talk as I performed a specific set of actions on all of them:

Examination

Inquisition

Interpretation

Laceration

Admonate

Incapacitate

Attenuate

Eviscerate

Searching my diagnostics, as well as any area of my AI that I could repair the damage to, did not turn up much, only that I am an Andro-Booster, I was created many years ago, and also most of the terrine maps available at the time. I searched my surroundings for more information, but could find nothing further that would be of use, not even information on myself, save for numerous files on the use of my weapons systems. I scoured the entire compound, but still found nothing. I then left the compound and went aboard the thieves’ craft. With this craft now in my position, I set out to find more information from specific coordinates to different terrine quadrants found in the repair of my AI; I could only assume that these areas may have had more information upon my creation.

From that moment on I have been traveling to distant terrines, but finding only death. This is how I became the best Andro-Booster. Nearly every area that I visited engaged me in battle against others like myself; though, they were ‘not-quite’. None could compete against me, and so often times I would visit these worlds, destroy all opponents, discover little to no information, and travel to the next coordinate. One day, however I found something different than armies; I found a being that welcomed me into the complex, and apologized for having no information, but he offered to aide in my search, if I allowed his ‘camera crew’ to follow me in my journeys. Many battles ensued, and I came to gain more and more information, including information on unused weapon systems. I soon learned that I truly ‘enjoyed’ the battles, and would occasionally take a ‘break’ from my search, simply to test my weapon systems on other advanced Andro-Boosters who sought to challenge me for ‘fame’ and ‘fortune’. I ‘enjoy’ all that I can do to others:

Amputation

Detonation

Mutilation

Granulation

Asphyxiate

Liquidate

Decapitate

Annihilate