What I Know

While I was never directly involved with Project Dolor and its research, I do know that the Institute is having major problems creating and working on it.

• The employees are experiencing significant stress from the upper-level to get the Project further. That's why Dr. Darrell has scheduled the "lock-in" for July 21-28. No one in the Institute will be communicating outside during that time; they will all be working and living inside the Institute.
• They're willing to do anything to get FDA approval certification. ANYTHING.
• Currently, the vaccine is being tested on lab animals. The results don't look promising. The majority of the animals die within a few hours of the vaccine; others suffer symptoms similar to those of mercury poisoning.
• Dr. Darrell runs throughout the Institute like a chicken with its head off; he refuses to accept the truths that his researchers have established: that it will be near-impossible to create a safe and secure vaccine in the timeline that he desires.

That's all I've got for now. I'll try to update later.

--Christine

And Then There Were None

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What have I done?

All I did was fulfill orders, nothing more. That was one of the first assignments Dr. Darrell ever gave to me at the Institute... "send these," he said. "You'll know when."

A rush of letters to my inbox, all with the subject heading "4" showed me that it was time. This had to be what he meant.

The envelopes were already sealed. All I had to do was address them. So, I did.

What do I get out of it?

Well here I am now. I guess I got too close to thee divine truth.

Things at the Institute were never really stable. I joined at likely the most chaotic time. Things were going up in smoke, literally. My job was to protect the Institute from any negative press. And I believe I did that quite well.

And now I'm regretting it. Regretting ignoring the warning signs that innumerable people sent me, warning against everything surrounding the Institute.

But I lied. I lied to them. Almost every single correspondence I created was a lie.

I wasn't protecting the Institute. No, I was destroying the public and everything I believed in. I was just creating a mountain of lies that the Institute could always use to fall back on... and explanation for every unexplainable thing.

It was an art, I suppose.

And something for which I will never forgive myself.

Watch out for the Institute. I've seen its face beneath it's neat, tidy, modern facade. It's a terrible one.

I deleted my other posts praising the Institute. I have no faith in them any longer.