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So, if you've ever furnished a restaurant, hotel, or an office, you know the drill. Five vendors, five invoices, five delivery windows. But there's a better way to do this. Creighton Barrel Contract is a business to business program that covers three brands. Creighton Barrel, CB2, and Creighton Kids with one account, one order, one delivery. They've got durable plates and glasses, contract grade furniture, and lighting that looks custom that's built for the wear of busy space actually takes. And the best part is you're not doing it alone. A dedicated rep handles your project end to end, from volume orders to design curation. Plus, members get 20% off, tax exempt checkout, and flexible payment with no minimums. Learn more at Creightonbarrel.com slash podcast. That's Creightonbarrel.com slash podcast. Stop wasting your nights on a mattress that doesn't get you. Experience the most comfortable mattress in the world. The sleep number smart bed at the touch of a button. You can personalize your comfort.

Choose firmer or softer. Adjust cooler to warmer. And right now, save up to $2,500 during our massive Labor Day event. Hurry into your local sleep number store today, because we have your number. A lot of you will have seen this on the news about a year and a half back. An Indonesian submarine carrying 53 people. The KRI Nangala 402. When missing on April 21st this year, while performing live torpedo training exercises, it disappeared 100 kilometers off the North Coast of Bali, a little while after being given permission to descend into deeper waters. On April 23rd, it was estimated that the cruise available oxygen reserves would have been depleted, meaning that everyone on board was dead. The efforts continued until on April 25th, the ship was reported to be found. News outlets described how these submarine had been found at 2,600 feet, below the sea, cracked open and split in three.

According to the Indonesian Navy Chief of Staff, Yudow Margonau, the ship had been assessed to be in perfect condition before departure, ready for battle. That's the official story. What really happened goes that much deeper and is far far darker. What I'm about to unveil will be difficult to process, and likely difficult for anyone to believe. But all that matters is that I pushed the truth out there, even if it emerges at kicking and screaming. At the core of all this is the Edward Arsital Human Experiments. These tests assess the application of low dose chemical warfare agents on military personnel, while also exploring the effectiveness of countermeasures such as protective equipment, pharmaceuticals and vaccines. Everything about that program was eventually scrapped and publicized. Save for one, very secret portion. With the Cold War bringing fear of open conflict to new heights,

one of the foremost concerns facing the military was how to fight a war where weapons existed, that could decimate a swastle of land and wipe out armies, the way that nuclear ornaments could. Then lined with this, the research and data counteract the effects of radioactive fallout such weapons could cause was a naturally required. If a soldier were to be exposed to even the minor dosage, that the aftermath of such a tour of war could cause, their cognitive functions would be reduced within two hours. With victims becoming effectively disabled, not long after, death generally follows. With the timing of this, varying greatly depending on the extent of their exposure, in reaction to the problems this quite obviously posed to effective military operation, the Edward Arsital refocused its efforts on exploring options, for dealing with the consequences atomic bombs and radiation could have on a living being. At first, the project focused on preventatives, suits, treatments or armor to protect soldiers, but all of this was futile when compared to the goals of the project.

What the government wanted was the ability to send soldiers in the sights immediately after the drop of an atomic bomb, in the symptom possible. At present, the best protection against radiation was in stillness, minimizing exposure and maximizing distance, which was anti-theatical to their goals. After many years of following these lines of development, no real progress has been made. Vaccines at a minimal effect, clothing was cumbersome and ultimately still penetrated by the gamma rays. The conclusion was made that other less conventional avenues would need to be explored. Now, here's where I feel the need to stress something. The common misconception about radiation in follows that it commutated sphittoms. The basic reality of this is that it can damage a DNA, leading to faults within the functions of the body. People can be burned and scarred by the damage, but people don't grow extra limbs or gain powers like in some kind of superhero comic, but it does affect their children.

An average, 150 new mutations are added to each egg and sperm combination per generation. Of these, around three will be endother serious and only one beneficial, with the rest being inconsequential, increasing the number of mutations through a radiation doesn't change those proportions. When factoring in the thousands of total egg cells, the average female has it buried, and the billions of sperm that a male produces over his lifetime. The chances of an irradiated egg being involved in childbirth is extremely low. The complete effect of radiation and mutation is still not well understood, and demonstrated by the fact that the Ukrainian government has had a vested interest, and the perceived children of Chernobyl. As stated earlier, the vast majority of these children of those impacted by the Chernobyl disaster were born with disadvantageous, often crippling mutations. Keep in mind, Chernobyl happened in 1986, five years before the perceived end of the Cold War in 1991. Officially, the Edgewood Arsenal human experiments ended in 1975,

but as I've stated, they didn't. Instead, they intensified their testing to include mutation breeding, human mutation breeding. They wanted to genetically modify humans to be able to survive intense radiation, not just to have the misogynist capable of entering and residing within a fallout zone, but as a springboard to further and more efficient genetic manipulation. If they could create a strain of men and women who could produce eggs and sperm, immune to the effects of acute radiation poisoning, they could breed humans like dogs, selectively mixing matching and not modifying for the desired trades. They could play god. The method they eventually found to be most efficient was iron beam technology, though this wasn't applied until the 90s. With it, they could delete multiple bases from the genome, compared to traditional sources of radiation, like the gala index rays. Iron beams grew because of more breaks in the DNA. While this resulted in them being more

difficult to weave back together, it allowed for much more drastic changes to be made. The driving force behind this project was a push for progress, not safety. By this point, you're likely either calling me a conspiracy theorist or wondering how I could possibly come to know about something like this, and which is fair. The truth of the matter is that my father worked on this project, and it changed him. Much of what I'll be reporting here will be in his words. He was always the stoic type, and Tentan keeping his work in home life far separate from one another. The man could make a brick wall seam emotional, from how literally showed towards his final years. That was after the period of time that he spent away from me and my mother, the period that he worked for Edgewood. I can't blame them for that anymore though, for how little of he showed, for how closed off he became. Anybody would even have a fraction of a heart when he'd go numb to remain in the role that he ended up taking. Imagine being at the helm of something that tore a human apart, and stitched them back

together at a fundamental level. He entered the project in its prime in the late 60s. With experimental technology being applied, they'd already begun the breeding. Of course, this was also horribly unethical and dangerous that it had to be hidden away, beyond the reach of the rest of the world. They also required a fail save, such that if something were to go wrong with the reactor that they were using to generate the required radiation, it wouldn't result in something similar to what had happened in Chernobyl. It was necessary that in the worst. So if you've ever furnished a restaurant, hotel, or an office, you know the trail. Five vendors, five invoices, five delivery windows. But there's a better way to do this. Creighton Barrel Contract is a business to business program that covers three brands. Creighton Barrel, CB2, and Creighton Kids with one account, one order, one delivery. They've got durable plates and glasses, contract grade furniture, and lighting that looks custom that's built for the wear of busy space actually takes. And the best part is you're not doing it alone.

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And right now, save up to $25 hundred during our massive Labor Day event. Hurry into your local sleep number store today, because we have your number. And order to distance themselves from the project. The United States outsourced the cover to a branch of the Indonesian government. Under this arrangement, they could label the vessels and staff under the wing of the Indonesian National Military Naval Forest. It was an efficient cover, considering that around this time, Indonesia was known as one of the largest naval powers. It was only after seeing the news about the KRI and Angola's fate that he eventually damed it to share with me what had truly happened aboard the sob, on which he had worked. It wasn't something that I had ever expected from him. Given my only impression was that he had

become cold and distant, due to the immersion of his work. As you may imagine, I learned otherwise. He told me of the project that had become a blinch pen of the Edgewood Experiments. Something codenamed, Eden. In the first generation, 150 men and women were taken from a screen to pool of volunteers. They were chosen based on genetic traits and once selected were taken into three separate submarines. On the Edge, most of the vessel had been converted to lab space, with a little leftover of quality of living. The staff and subdued accommodation were separated, but both lived in very space-efficient to barracks and less and close to birth a requiring extra medical care. A small amount of freedom was given, with subjects being allowed to roam between the barracks and the mess hall, where they could socialize indeed. In order to stave off boredom, I carefully curated selection of books were made available, as well as a number of crop-em-solving games in a chess board. Mutants who displayed erratic behavior however, were relocated to special holding,

to be locked away from the others. To begin, the females were artificially impregnated by the males. The first batch were exposed to repeated nami-thodoses of radiation, treated for the effects, and then had the reproductive organs continue to examine to further damage or abnormality. This was repeated to term, with many of the subjects apparishing due to radiation poisoning, or complications occurring due to operation. The mortality rate amongst newborns was also high, though even those born with undesirable results were preserved, kept alive on life support systems, intended for use in the second generation. The congenital malformations in birth defects were rife, but the researchers saw this as a success due to the artificially increased numbers of mutations, both endelitaria sent to beneficial, negatives were as expected, arms and legs growing in stubby or weak, limonomalies symptomatic of dysmilia, examples of organ hypoplasia,

heart defects ended numerous other crippling deformities. The positive traits they managed to invoke included a marginally improved eyesight, a more efficient alignment of teeth, and tougher skin on the hands and feet. Along with this, each of these beneficiaries had the desired trait of a marginally increased tolerance to irradiation, although nowhere near the overall goal for resistance. The second generation was much the same as the first, though of course a focused on cultivating those born with and desirable traits. Those who were born with disadvantageous mutations and survived to adulthood were also taken part in the passing down of genetics, in order to test a theory the scientist who were holding regarding compound genetic mutation. They were raised specifically for the purpose of mutation breeding, with the first generation being allowed to provide parental care in order to prevent a proper development. It was at this stage that my father had joined the project, scotted due to his expertise in human genetics. According to his account of

the conditions aboard the sob, things were kept sterile and clean. The vessels were some of the biggest of their time, and kept a consistent depth of over 400 meters, with their locations highly classified. Moral among those workers aboard the sob was shaky at best. Most of the soldiers, guards and research staff were silent, safer when directly discussing work. It led to an eerily quiet atmosphere, especially since most of the doors were soundproofed and airtight, occasionally when a certain set of doors were open at a certain time. The unnatural warped mones of a dothaterious offspring would carry throughout the submarines many halls. The mournful end to painted noise echoing off of cold metal. When hearing this, my father could only steal his nerves, shut off his heart, and try to reassure himself that this was...

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The main damage in cells was found in those undergoing controlled exposure. To combat this, radiotherapy implants were used to keep those carrying potentially promising eggs alive. This process involved replacing small pieces of radioactive metal within a body that would kill the cancer cells. It was ironic that radiation was both causing and being used to treat the disease, but also served to demonstrate the potential that it could have, should the edge would experiments prove fruitful. Antenatal screening however identified some problems. Many of the fetuses were found to be holding abnormalities and mutations that could prove to complicate the pregnancies. They had grown too large and too quickly, requiring a far greater amount of nutrients from the mother. At the current rate of growth, many of the umber and children proved potentially deadly to their carriers, which would also result in the expiry of the children before independence. An account of incomplete prenatal development. Such a loss would be a severe setback to their work. Ablow their researchers were now willing to avoid.

The carriers were fed a potent mix of drugs and under one continuous treatment in an effort to keep them, and their especially valuable children alive. My father told me of how they appeared to be in pain whenever conscious. The mother's gone to do the constant drain on their body's resources, yet their stomachs appeared bloated and distended due to the overgrown fetuses. Some begged for death. Another said she didn't feel that, and what she was carrying was even her eyes. That it was a parasite. Others in their drug-induced euphoria spoke of how they were bringing out a generation of gods. How proud they were to sacrifice their bodies for their children, to be harbingers of such progress. He suspected these individuals had been won over by the influence of their parents. The first generation. The first had been a centrally brainwashed and to become in zealots for edgewood over the course of the project. On reflection I feared that this was the result of a some form of Stockholm syndrome. Any subject who became overly problematic. Those who

fought back or lost their minds entirely would be calmed with drugs and placed in restraints. Soon after, if the person in question was not a carrier, they were subjected to the most experimental and dangerous of tasks, unfailingly resulting in their expiry. Such isolation surrounded by accident actions that constitute a cruelty, social and mental deprivation. It was only a matter of time before it took its toll. The staff of course were not immune to it either. Nuclear submarines can run for over 20 years without the need to refuel. These particular submarines were supplied to only need restocking in one per year. In line with the original agreements, any employed aboard the sub could only see the surface for a short period every few years. And these visits were always heavily monitored to prevent information leaking. This is why I saw my father so little while he had worked for them. One can see that it was not only the subjects that were changed, but the researchers as well. Apologies, I am getting sidetracked. This whole event, the knowledge of what goes on out of our side,

it is deeply disturbed and frightening. I had something to stress to you, the true horror of what has happened here. Back to the topic of the mutation breeding, the second generation were eight months into the pregnancy when things became especially dire. The fetuses had grown to be on average, more than a third larger than any recorded before. Their bodies were diverting more resources in nutrients than was affordable. Even with these supplements, the researchers were providing. It was evident that a cesarean would be the only way to save the mothers before their unborn children killed them by way of displacing their weakened nutrient deprived organs. Said process was performed upon five carriers. The unborn children removed and placed in incubators. Unfortunately, three of the five mothers died during the procedure due to how weak the process had left them. It was also found that the umbilical cord was significantly thicker than average. Its size led into the additional drain the pregnancy had placed upon the woman. As for the children, four of them were ultimately endotherturious and one beneficial.

Mollaw were affected by something similar to infantile giganticism. Three out of the four were mischipant. All four had many of their bones grown into stiffly, to allow for effective movement in their muscle mass to develop, two densely entrantium clusters, leaving them crippled. Despite this, they successfully inherited a number of beneficial traits from their genetic parents. Although these pros were heavily outweighed by the aforementioned cons. The mutant who interred it and developed purely beneficial traits received the most attention. The child was born with additional naturally occurring growth hormones and cells that reproduced at a faster rate. Yet these were all- Book a Love by Guest Property with Verbo and you get a top rated vacation rental that's love for all the right reasons. I love my Verbo for the location. Good reason. Oh and for the pool, because pools are cool. I feel the love. Book a Verbo that's love by Guest. If you know, you Verbo. All non-canceres. Their body was balanced to accommodate each additional trait. After a full assessment, it was observed that the child should have

likely been carried to an increased term of 16 months. Nearly double that of a normal pregnancy. Rivaling the cycle of is significantly larger mammals. Having found this, along with the fact the three of the endothertarius children died within weeks, it was decided that efforts would be made to bring the other pregnancies to the full extended term, despite the risk of the mothers. Researchers hope that by minimizing prematureity they would see improved results. Any experiments continued with the vast majority of Edward's manpower and resources, directed to the survival of the carriers and the fetal third generation. Week by week, month by month, the project progressed. It was easily observable. The strain placed upon those bringing a bear are the crucial next wave. Due to the extreme pain and mental anguish the situation was causing the subjects. Induced calmness were considered to alleviate their suffering. After a further discussion, it was decided that this would be too risky for the unborn children. As a shutdown of that degree could easily result in the mother's body failing

to perform the functions of idle, to completing these last few months of the pregnancy. And so they were left to suffer. No amount of painkillers proved enough. How my father described the sight of these women, what they had become, what adjuated made them into. It distairs me down to my core. May appeared his corpses, a skeletal-eat-then-other-bats surrounded by machines and wires attached to ivy drives, feeding and breathing tubes that just barely managed to keep him alive. The worst part was the state of the raptomins. It was almost reminiscent of a leacher attack, fat and full of blood. They were swallowed to unbelievable sizes. The skin stretched and pulled tight across the shapes that pressed and pushed with their oversized burdens within. Vains paused visibly about them, and went under direct light. One could see the form of the buddy mutants still growing, still feeding off their carriers' fight-hose. This whole time, the two surviving prematurely delivered infants were still an intensive incubation. All five of the mothers who

had cesarean sections performed upon them died within three months. Their bodies unable to recover from the immense stress, the pregnancies had placed upon them. The mothers could have been attributed to trauma from the operation or chemical embamines caused by drugs. It suggested that a similar fate should have befalling those still carrying, and yet it did not. The numerous second generation women, even though they lay on the edge of life, suffering unspeakably, they continued to live. At this stage, they were more their children than they were themselves. The third generationals inside them, who are now measurable at over three feet in height, double the size than a newborn should be, and even larger than their premature cousins, who had already displayed gigantism. To note, this increased size was never a goal in the mutation breeding process. It appeared as a necessary side effect to the other beneficial changes, and those who did not adapt appropriate size increases were unable to house the additional cell count, and that occurred as a

result of cancerous effects caused by the irradiation. In the lead up to the births, the first generation and second generation males had been allowed to see the carriers at less and less. They had begun displaying unsettling behaviors, and it was feared they could become violent towards staff or endother serious mutants. When visits were allowed, they were heavily monitored, with physical contact strictly prohibited. The only reason it was permitted was for the sake of the bearers, as symptoms of severe depression were becoming evident. Often enough, these would consist of the visitors humming to these semi-conscious carriers. Nailiness close to their beds as permitted. Audrian whispered in to incomprehensible prayers. As the 16th month approached, it was evident that the bearers could not occur naturally. The unborn children were far too large and the mothers were far too thin, which endangered at the lives of both. They were deemed close enough to full term that a cesarean would be acceptable. Their goal of allowing for full development all but fulfilled,

and so the operations began. As soon as the vertical incisions were made, there was a flood of anionic fluid. The uterus has been stretched to accommodate nearly their entire midsection, leaving barely any room for the carrier's stomach and other core organs. The thick yellow fluid had gushed out like a slice to zest. Flooding down off the operating table in a stinking wave, it was the same for each procedure. Everyone beginning with the piercing of that overfilled, oversized womb. Soon after the infants were extracted and taken into care, each one huge and heaviest was anticipated. The mothers were left to look you might deflated balloons, and within an hour of the frequently large umbilical cords being removed, never died. Their only reason for living at that stage had been to facilitate the growth of their children, and the task had left them with nothing. The examination of the newborns themselves yielded shock in incredible findings. While the majority were born expressing overall and deleterious mutations, a full third were advantageous.

This was a significantly increased ratio, considered a resounding success, especially when looking at the mutations themselves. The most successful displayed among other enhancements were the following traits. Skin at three times thicker than the average human, considerably larger overall size with notably longer arms, legs and digits. Larger eye sockets end appropriately sized eyes. Significantly increased cell regeneration, lending to increased healing factors, increased muscle density, significantly faster developing and stronger teeth and bones, and finally and most importantly, extreme resistance to the effects of radiation. This was a brilliant progress for the project, planning demonstrating the potential of mutation breeding. While they were still tentative as to how these their generation mutants would develop mentally, those of Risean Ejwood were eager to push her more. Due to the fact that many of the first and second generation were now dead or mentally deteriorated due to the longer-chem effects of the irradiation,

raising the new arrivals became the full responsibility of the staff. Specialist selected behavioral experts were brought on board during the next Rise supply to assist with this. As the rate of growth had increased strength, the third generation exhibited meant that if they became volatile in ways as similar to the predecessors, it could prove a severely dangerous. While one portion of Ejwood focused on this undertaking, another was research in the newest technology applicable to mutation breeding. Ion beams, without resistance, the third generation was to the effects of radiation. The additional damage as such methods could cause was a little concern. It was still highly experimental, having only been tested on plans. But in the deleterious survivors of the second and third generation, there was plenty of stock to work with. This marked the beginning of a fast and violent downward spiral in terms of the last drags of moral integrity within the project. Over the years that it took for the newest mutants to grow, this aggressive testing and experimentation unit had promising results. Negative traits could

be selectively identified and eliminated. Though on those who lied to proper resistance to the radiation, it was a severely harmful process. The price of progress was lives. The lives of first and second generation mutants, as my father and his colleagues used everything at their disposal, to prepare for ushering an A-Perfect IV at the generation. In this pursuit, they selected one female from the third generation, one who displayed the most promising traits to bear further mutant children. Very few third generation females were considered eligible to bear children successfully. While it was hoped that the use of ion beam genome editing could make the next cycle of births come easier, it couldn't be certain. After much deliberation, it was decided that in order to minimize risk, it was insparable to staff and the mutant from a possible repeat of the last round the births. She would be lobotomized. She was hooked up to machines and tubes that would ensure she received the required nutrients, and that her body performed the necessary functions

to facilitate her purpose. To be the ultimate surrogate for the fourth generation. It was for this reason that she was given a codename. Eidem, she was strangely beautiful according to my father, around nine feet tall with long blonde hair and brown eyes. Her features kindly displayed her unnatural size and strength. Before the procedure rendered her a living husk, Eidem was apparently gentle, accepting of her circumstances, and considerate even to the staff. When she spoke, it went unnervedly unprepared, as in opening her mouth as she revealed her teeth. They were tightly patched with a second row behind the first. Each tooth was sharp and fine, especially her canines. She wasn't told what was going to happen to her when she was brought in for the lobotomy, but somehow she knew. Even as the anesthetics were applied and she was placed upon her specially constructed birthing throne, she gave a soft smile before she slapped, and spoke a single sentence, the last that she would ever utter. Through my children,

I shall find a rapture. Soon after she was impregnated using sperm from her matched to third generation male, who had been heavily treated with Iangine therapy. The other handful of females who were being included in the cycle were also being obsessively attended to, though Eidem was the priority. The culture aboard the vessel had changed, as the third generation had grown, the disparity between them and the staff and older generations were becoming evident. Testing and radiation had killed all of the first and all of the second generation, with only a chosen few kept alive for sampling, or to assist in the development of the thirds. Many of them had grown to heights of 10 feet tall and were notably bulkier, and more muscular than the average human, something that was causing problems. The submarine was not built to house these mutants, who stalked their accommodations in an unnerving hunched pose, with some even walking on their knuckles in a manner similar to how gorillas move. Their therapy and training with the behaviorists had kept them doth silenove, but some staff members still voiced their desire

to have them transfer to Iangior housing, or to receive a similar treatment to Eidem, as to separate any threat they may pose. This was soundly denied, as ensuring the mutants could obey commands was part of the project, a desired outcome. To further this end, a summer given miniatast arose, performing basic maintenance or cleaning. The existence and treatment of Eidem was kept secret from the other mutants, had strong recommendation of the behaviorists, and so they were not allowed to enter a loiter near the laboratory that housed her. Eidem's pregnancy was closely monitored and the results were astounding. She was growing within her perfectly healthy, a fetal male child that appeared to develop all the desired traits the staff had been aiming for. In terms of his size, early estimates predicted that he would grow to be smaller than his mother, which suited the desires of the project. As he grew, Eidem's body held strong, her enhanced physiology and size, allowing her to carry the child without issue. In fact, rumours

spread amongst the staff that display most of the connections in her brain having been artificially severed. She went on occasion peacefully, as if perfectly content. This wasn't the only abnormality taking place in the vessel, as the third generationals had begun to observe the take interest in the room, in which she was being capped. Despite none of them having been told that she was there. While on duty or being escorted from room to room, the otherwise obedient mutants would stop and stare in her direction, needing to be physically shaken in order to wake them from their momentary stupor. When the time for the delivery finally came, it went without a hedge. No harm came to eat and end her son was more angry. He did not cry, which worried the staff, but he was perfectly healthy. In fact, he was more than they had hoped for. But simultaneously, at the moment of his birth, all of the other third generation women miscarried. Their pregnancies somehow fell at the same time in a catastrophic setback for the project. Despite there being no signs of tampering,

it was officially recognized as some kind of sabotage. There was simply no other scientific explanation for it, but my father tells me that he feels it was something else, not inexplicable, as not only had the pregnancy failed, but the carriers were left to bear in. To put it more scientifically, all of the eggs of the third generational females had died, the only one left capable of bearing children and carrying on the project was Eden, and the single living fourth generational was Adam. Resultantly, the survival of the Edward experiments lay upon their shoulders. Half a century of work had been tarnished, but too much had been invested into the project for it to be for nothing. Thankfully, Adam was enough, and as he grew meticulously raised by the behavior list, he demonstrated enhanced intellect. His IQ and problem solving abilities far above what they should be for his age at each stage of development. His cells proved to be almost entirely immune to the effects of radiation. His reaction speeds and strength also beyond anything

seen in even Olympic level athletes. On top of this, he could pass as a normal human. Being only a little over his six feet tall and having inherited his mother's attractive looks, while quiet he was polite, compliant, and soft-spoken, with a philosophical streak. As Adam grew however, the staff did not sit idle. Once again, they cultivated and edited a desirable genome within one of the male mutants and then inseminated Eden. Surprisingly, however, the process had failed. Eden was healthy under body without fault, but the attempt did not result in fertilization. They tried again and once more they were met with failure, and then again and again, even when trying to use samples from the original father of Adam. In an effort to solve this, they compared the genes of Adam and the original donor mutant and the results for baffling. Despite exhibiting many of the same beneficial mutations, Adam shared no genes with the donor, and every biological way he was not the son of that mutant. Once again, an aspect of the actual experiments had denied a scientific explanation.

If he shared no genes from the donor, he should be a clone of his mother, and while he did display half for Eden, the other half did not match any held-on record. It seemed that the unknown half contained all of the genetic information that had made him into the perfect product that he was. Faced with an incredible barrier that threatened to stall the engine of the progress, while at the same time identifying what could be perceived as a miracle, a decision was made. The staff would attempt to fertilize Eden with Adam's genes. Concerns over the issue of recessive genes were answered, with a assurance that they could reliably avoid this thanks to having perfected the process of ion modification, meaning that there would be no risk for the incestuous nature of this proposition. By the time that it was approved and prepared, Adam was in his late teens, he was not informed of the purpose for the sample that he was providing nobody complied, as he had done for every other experiment or task. My father had felt at this stage that they stood on a precipice. They had pushed and pushed

the boundaries of what was possible, of what was moral, and now they were out of line, while that was a lie and those heading the actual experiments were eager to cross, my father feared it. He knew there would be no coming back. Many of those on staff were entry in retirement ageered and replaced, the project having gone on for over 50 years. An anticipation of this duration, many of those who had joined initially were gifted individuals under 30. My father countered amongst them. The one thing they all had in common was that, they had given their lives for Edward. It seemed as though the only one who was becoming disillusioned, with what they were doing was him. Ultimately it was not his decision. It was done and everybody would work down and how it would stick in the project, how they're breath as they waited to see if these unknown genes would yield results. Soon enough they had their answer. Eden was pregnant once more. My father had reached his tipping point. He wanted off the project but knew if he made his exit the wrong way. He would have to live the rest of his life looking over his shoulder.

He resolved that he would await his next leave and then required to withdraw from the project. And the ones that followed, scans revealed that Eden was carrying a girl, though one that was developing very differently to add on. The fetus appeared to be developing a myriad of both beneficial and deleterious mutations, including extreme giganticum, multiple super-numerary body parts, additional limbs, digits, teeth, organs, a malformed spine in mischraping features. The termination of this pregnancy was discussed, especially for the risk of carrying this pregnancy to turn because for Eden. And eventually it was agreed this would be best for us securing the future of the project. When the first steps were taken to abort the child however, Eden's vitals became too dramatically drop, only returning to normal when the threat to the pregnancy was removed. Attempts do chemically terminate the pregnancy also had no effect, and with each passing day the child had dubbed Eve. Grue with inner mother, it seemed that they were doomed to repeat the

straining pregnancy of previous generations, as Eden toured over the average man when it fell hide, Eve displayed at growth to an even further extreme. In spite of this worrying development, Adam was still proving to be the perfect subject. Behavioralists had earlier acquired the approval to further his education, teaching him more about the world and the project that he was a part of. While the experts discouraged anyone but themselves interacting with the boy, my father did speak with Adam on occasion through his teenage years. The most memorable of these discussions occurred when he was operating one of the machines during an experiment, one of the few to ever take place and went to the tour alone. To the best of his recall, Adam initiated the conversation, which goes as follows, and how are you today doctor? I'm quite well, thank you Adam, how are you? I'm conflicted doctor. Is that so on what matter? On my purpose, those who speak with me at length tell me I'm a key to the advancement of mankind, and yet I've seen nothing of it outside

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with anyone. He went on leave not long after. It was during that month of April 2021 the news came up these summery ins fades. As I mentioned before, there were multiple summery ins housing staff and mutants across the project. But the KRI Nangala 402 was the primary vessel, housing Eden at the Unborn Eve in Adalma. It was destroyed under mysterious circumstances, torn in three but with no apparent cause, as I had explained earlier. Called in for a debriefing, my father heard the contents of the recovered black box and final radio interactions from the chef. There was screening, alarms blaring, the sound of metal being rent and strained, smashed his staff, yelling, and ran. There was gunfire in Denon-Kathy-Rorraine, one that he described as being filled with pain, rage, and hate. My father swears that he can make at the sound of tearing flash and breaking bones behind it all. This went on for several minutes, before everything was quiet, save with the sound of gushing water and faltering alarms.

And then near the end of the recording, hear it a voice, a voice he recognized as belonging to Adam. Sister, you are perfect. Immediately following this was the violent sound of what could be deducted his water filling the submarine, drowning out any other noise. Apparently the other sobbs swiftly with thrill, and following the incident, project Edward was retired. My father was questioned on the final days leading up to the project and gave the best accountability could. The last interaction he had with any officials was being informed that he would now be expected to retire and never speak of what had happened. He was given no information as to what had happened with the record of anyone, corpse or otherwise had been recovered. The cover-up appears to have been very effective at any rate. He did not keep to the terms of his retirement, and the months that followed he fell severely ill, his condition swiftly deteriorating. At his bedside, I listened as he told me everything. In his words, he could not go before God with

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