Today I was officially issued a proper lab coat. Not one taken off of a dead body. It
feels and smells fresh out of the factory.
I have been held captive now for several
weeks. There are no clocks here. No calendars on the technology covered walls. My watch and cellular phone were taken from me. I can guess what time it is by the way I am marched into and out of my cell. I know for a fact at times I am worked more than
24 hours straight. Typically, I would say I work about 18 hours a day. During periods of rest in my cell, I get a few winks between nightmares. Maybe 3-4 hours per 24 hour day; on days when I am not worked 24 hours or more straight through.
Daily I am horrified at what these people and their alien cohorts do. I have heard of and read stories of
science and medical procedures gone wrong. The misuse of technology and the weaponization of technology and the horrors they bring. There is voluminous material available on the experiments conducted by Nazi Doctors. These Gargoyles, I am convinced, have far
surpassed any human experimentation. The Gargoyles routinely piece together creatures that started as human or several humans actually, and now they are abominations. Things with 1 human torso and 3 to 4 human heads; haphazardly surgically attached on the
torso. All of the heads are still alive. A few limbs are attached at the torsos; and all the limbs still function. The limbs are attached in a manner in which they work
against each other. Each time they create something like this, they keep it alive for several weeks and toy with it. There is no human decency left in the human members of this organization.
Before I go too far, I should explain a few things. I am Doctor Luscious Guardian. I am, or was the top scientist in the world of advanced robotics. I worked on
several advanced projects which led to robotic autonomy and mobility for industrial purposes, military applications and space exploration. From the earlier tethered deep sea robots to the later models of Sentry robots that performed base security and offensive
combat operations. My work spearheaded the deep space exploration program and I understand has been used in many top-secret military programs. I was the leading proponent in the world of bipedal robots which would look and move like human beings. This work,
though very costly and difficult, paid off in many ways. The reason I was such a vigorous proponent of the bipedal design, which many of my colleagues thought was madness, was to demonstrate that we, human beings/Earthlings, can configure automatons to look
and act like their creators. If by some chance our robotic pioneers in space should contact intelligent alien life, they will resemble us somewhat. This would also demonstrate to an advanced form of life that we are advanced enough to create mobile platforms
that mimic organic life. Sure it was my own childhood fantasy, growing up in the late Twentieth Century, wanting to be right there at the forefront of Interplanetary Relations. The irony is like a cruel joke written by some supreme being.
I am not, nor have I ever been a part of ANY criminal enterprise. Nor have I ever wished to dominate
the human race. Such things are the realm of tyrants and fairytales.
How did I end up here? I was working with a Nobel Prize team on an advanced robotics venture in Zurich, Switzerland. One morning, as I was about to leave my
hotel room to meet up with Doctor Engelberger, the Gargoyle Gang attacked. The attack was probably reported as just another terrorist attack; almost mundane events for the last 70 years or so. I remember initially hearing shouting, glass shattering and
loud popping noises. I was forcibly taken hostage and whisked away among the gunfire and explosions. I was stuffed into a car and we drove away. On a few occasions the car stopped and one of the other captives would be removed and shot. I know because they
removed my head cover every time they did it. They did not just shoot some mannequin in order to scare me either. I saw them shoot people in the head execution style. I don't know how many countries I went through before I got to this place, but
it was several days rough journey. The final few days were spent on either a boat or a submarine I think. I am guessing I am on an island. I am glad my family was not with me in Switzerland. I am sure they would have been killed during the kidnapping.
I pray the Gargoyles do not have plans to go after my family. I have no doubt they would bring them here and torture them before me. I also pray my wife and son have some form of police protection.
Since I have been kidnapped for my abilities, I wonder if my associate, Dr. Oberth will be joining me here. The security at Gustav Labs is impressive.
I never would have been kidnapped from there. It is an underground fortress with fake and real buildings on the surface. I worked there for 21 years and never got past my own assigned section to work. It was highly compartmentalized to say the least. Even
at the dining hall, all the employees wore a name tag with only their first name on it. Sitting at the tables as we ate, we could not discuss anything work related. Yet, as a project chief on some occasions, I was one of the few who saw some entire projects
carried through from start to finish. Typically, an engineer or scientist working for such a company is in an isolated workspace. There is no contact with other employees, just 4 walls, a work station and a camera overhead. On the workbench is the piece of
technology they are assigned to develop. All the engineer knows is that their particular piece of technology receives data, information or power along a certain path and their job is to send what has been received on to the next piece of technology. The engineer
in the next isolated chamber is doing the same thing and so on. This way every piece is compartmentalized and no-one can engage in espionage; corporate or otherwise. There is none of that here. We are on a massive open shop floor working on things that
in any other situation would be under the strictest security.
My old associate, and chess opponent almost daily for over 20 years, Dr. Oberth could see a piece of technology and figure out what the previous
10, and next 10 pieces of technology would look like and how they all operate. That is, if it was manufactured here on Earth.
I mention this because sources within various governments asked Gustav Labs about back engineering alien
technology. I never had any direct part of such a project but I now wonder about what went on in other parts of the laboratory. (Dr. Oberth asked me about an organic based robot, one which acted entirely organic without nourishment or replenishment. It would
have been fueled in a way I could never understand. It has something to do with absorption of any and every available source, without discriminating between them.) I know that many United Nations Security concerns, Unicorn or Pegasus, I cannot remember
the names of all of them, began sending their personnel to our labs on a regular basis. Some flew in onboard special V-TOL aircraft; using the company\rquote s private heliport. Others flew in on personal flying devices. Dropping out of the sky with their
jet packs. Somehow, those agents, perfected something which was only a dream in my younger years. Strapping a jet pack on your back and flying away. Such things have been fully realized now my later middle age.
Incidentally,
my kidnapping occurred a few months after the appearance of a supposed alien aircraft, a flying saucer, over Japan. As I recall, the craft shot down several advanced jet fighters before the Japanese Air Force brought it down. The craft crashed into the Pacific
Ocean and that was that. Not a single piece of the craft was found.
Anyways, some broadcast news personalities speculated the saucer escaped underwater. Those who speculated such were quickly branded \i conspiracy theorists
and they lost all credibility. Some thought the craft disintegrated upon impact with the water. Others thought it was hit by some air-to-air missiles as it hit the water and exploded. A few thought the craft was not actually alien. At the time, I remember
thinking the craft was a feeble attempt by a communist dictatorship to develop a stealth aircraft. I thought it went on its maiden voyage of a spy mission and was brought down by the superior technology of free societies. Today I know this craft was the leading
element in an alien invasion. Its initial contact with Earth\rquote s defenses was used to test how advanced, or in the Gargoyle's eyes, primitive, the defenses are. If you are reading this, you are well versed in the alien plan to dominate our world. God
help us!
Back to my current predicament. The cruelty of these Gargoyles is utterly\par
unprecedented. They do not only torture their once human creations, on many occasions they tortured animals. Not just animals that
are familiar to me, but animals of Alien origin. Horrid creatures which I could have never dreamed of; not even as a child, ever existing. Many of them do not function well due to our atmosphere or our gravity. Yet the Gargoyles go out of their way to
make them suffer ever more. On some occasions, the Gargoyles blend the alien creatures with humans and then I see what true monsters are. I am not referring to the horrid creatures placed before me, but the gleeful Gargoyle humans. My own species is capable
of such cruelty; I dare not imagine what fate awaits me.
As far as what awaits me, you may think I am fearful of this diary being discovered. I am, but the crime would be far greater if I did not make an attempt to communicate
all that I have learned here. The Gargoyles, at least their human minions, are somewhat sloppy. They care more about delivering abuse to their captives than accounting for their materials. As you have found this, I made a wise choice in where I conceal this
journal. I have taken a smaller journal and hidden it within a larger one. The larger of the two I use to make rough sketches and notes. I sit in my cell and pretend to pour over my previous notes and write new ones; actually I am making new entries into this
journal. When I go to sleep, I slip the smaller journal into a fissure in the cell\rquote s natural cave wall in the back. I am going to try to give an accurate account of the days since my abduction. I am only guessing but I will say I was taken 35 days ago;
or there about.
The Gargoyle capacity for industry is utterly unprecedented in human history. I assume this facility is underground or perhaps inside of a mountain on an island. From my work station against the wall where the
holding cell hallway opens to the shop floor, shop walls go up over a hundred feet. The floor stretches for what must be over a mile to my left and right. Standing in what I guess to be the center of the shop floor, I cannot see the ends of the
walls. A couple of hundred meters from my work station is the edge of either an ocean inlet or a great dunk tank. The water facility is big enough to park several ocean liners side by side. I don\rquote t know why it is there. The lathes and other machinery
are enormous; they dwarf anything I have ever seen. Even the machines used to manufacture parts for super jumbo jets pale in comparison.
This brings me to why I am here. I am building a robot the Gargoyles will use for world
domination; at least the first one in a series of many. Reading what I just wrote seems silly, but it is the truth. If this is successful for my captors, this journal will make no difference. I am to build a weapon to conquer my own people. I bothered to ask
why, when told of my task, these highly advanced beings did not bring a robot with them? They seemed pleased with my inquisitiveness and answered; the Gargoyles have allocated very few resources to this minor skirmish in order to focus on a greater conflict.
There are robots on the way, being pulled from battlefields and the like, but they will take a while to reach this planet. In the meantime, a robot could be manufactured here and used to deplete human defensive abilities. If need be, a second or even a third
can be made as well. Hopefully the first will scare humans into total submission and get control of this
Sector? I begged. They told me the Gargoyles are locked in a war with a race called the Etlarans. The Gargoyles just launched
a massive offensive; five prong or five solar systems all at once. Pulling robots from battlefields around the Crab Nebula and reorienting their mission status is time consuming. So, the Gargoyles want to conquer the Earth and follow up with establishing a
base on our Moon and Mars. Earth is to be a weigh station or launch point to support attacks against the Etlarans. Humans will be drafted into the service of the Gargoyles. On Earth, there will eventually be a robot on each continent. Just to keep the population
from getting any ideas about being a problem. To soften up the populations, the Gargoyles will unleash giant monsters to both terrify the people and do random damage. This will wear down conventional military forces, I am guessing, fighting off the organic
creatures. The damage to civilian populations and infrastructure will cause the civilians to sue for peace. Should a nation have nuclear weapons and employ them, a robot will be sent in to finish off ALL the human defenses. If the conquered
Earthlings stage an uprising or engage in sabotage, the retribution will be swift and severe. The robot vengeance could likely send the people back to the Stone Age.
I asked about how the Gargoyles picked Earth. Based on our
cosmic location or are we closest to some wormhole type of off ramp? Apparently, Earth had been singled out a long time ago. Back when man was first learning to build monuments. An alien race had left behind a piece of technology which was emitting a
power signature of some kind. A Gargoyle robot on a reconnaissance mission homed in on it. Over the last several thousand years, this piece of technology has gone missing. To the Gargoyles knowledge it is still here on Earth. They want to employ
this device and as a bonus they can enslave the human race to meet their needs. What the Gargoyles are searching for, while they wreak havoc on Earth, is called the Hellavril. They do not know who made it. They do know it was not their current mortal enemies,
the Etlarans. The function of the Hellavril is an early warning device (all I know about it for now).
I have been shown footage of the "battles" the Gargoyles are locked in with the Etlarans. On a human basis, the scale
is unimaginable. The Gargoyles field hundreds of gigantic robots. As do the Etlarans. The battles are fought by these gargantuan machines; some small aircraft and fighting vehicles are involved. There are melees between vast formations of
soldiers and conventional armored vehicles, but mostly the robots have at each other. The basic premise or tactic used by the Gargoyles is massed fire; followed by a suicidal charge of the robots. Once battle is joined, the fighting can go on for weeks without
a reprieve. When the Etlarans go on the attack, it is straightforward, a head on charge and they do not relent. They just pour in at their enemy like Xerxes did. Their attack is continuous until either total destruction of their opponent or their
own machines are destroyed. The Etlarans robots/war machines look like mountains of silvery dough. They take shape into something like a bowling pin hundreds of feet tall. Etlaran robots spring limbs as they need them. Projectiles launch from the skins of
these things as if they spring from the very fabric of the machine itself.
I was also treated to some battle footage from a few other Gargoyle conquests. The outcome was always the same of course. The Gargoyle robots flying
in against other civilizations defenses and the robots stomping them into wreckage. I saw a battle which took place in space, which looked even as the Gargoyle saucers and cigar tube-like vessels of the other combatants engaged in battle. Beams and energy
bolts flew against each other. Craft being damaged on both sides until the robots entered the fray. The smaller ships were ripped in half like the old black & white movies where a strongman rips a paper phonebook in half with his bare hands.
The power source igniting and the pieces going up in a flash. On the larger ships, the robots land on the skin of the craft and rip it open. If you have ever seen an old pirate movie, you see the pirates go on the attack, swinging on ropes to their victims\rquote
ship. The pirates climb all over the sails, ropes and cabins in a merciless attack. The robots punch holes and fire missiles and lasers into the holes they just made. The Gargoyle robots smashed the other vessels into so much flotsam. I could
see escape pods and creatures in protective suits escaping the dying ships only to be smashed like insects in the hands of the robots. An image flashed before my eyes of what would be the command bridge of a Gargoyle vessel. It was similar to some science
fiction epics; little holographic representations of ships battling each other. There are robots attacking the ships, some of which stood off at a distance and fired in support of the hands-on attackers. I had to remind myself I am not watching special
effects but a real attack. Real creatures were being snuffed out by the thousands in front of me.
This brings me to another ability of the Gargoyles is they can hold holographic, three dimensional conferences. They can project
an image anywhere on Earth at any time. I have seen strange visages projected into the air without the need for a screen or a projection device. This ability, one of the Gargoyles said, is done by projecting in a different dimension and getting the image to
appear in a window against this dimension. I don't know if that is true or not. I began to wonder if they use this ability for psychological warfare. Or if the Gargoyles even consider such operations. They may overlook psychological operations completely.
Doctor Palador, my Gargoyle sort-of-counterpart (I will detail him later) went on to tell me that Emperor Guillotine projected such an image into all of the jet fighters and the control tower that went to intercept his ship upon the Gargoyles initial arrival.
Palador emphasized that Guillotine did NOT use the available electronics on the aircraft, such as the heads up display computers, to generate the image. The image and voice of Guillotine were independently projected before the military personnel. Palador also
told me the Gargoyles could project an image in front of every human on Earth if they so desired.
The materials I will use to construct this robot are Earthly elements compounded
with alien elements. The Gargoyles have
over 250 elements they work with! I have christened the elements I am being forced to use as Gargoylium 1, 2, 3 and 4. From what I hear, there is a Gargoylium 5, but it only exists after an atomic reaction involving G1, 2, and 3. I mention the Gargoyle
Elements only to further drive home their advanced abilities. For example: Titanium with Gargoylium 1 increases the strength 100 times.
As for the robot, the elements have been mixed with Earthly materials to produce
it. Indeed, the robot is an engineering marvel. The computers which make up the brain or CPU (Central Processing Unit) are Millennia ahead of our own. I can only describe the Gargoyle computers as something like an atomic clock whereas our own are like sundials.
Their computers can think creatively and anticipate problems. They plan! As far as I know, a few years ago, maybe 2019, the entire internet on earth carried about 2,000 Exabytes. That means 10 to the 18\super th\nosupersub power (1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000
bytes). A Megabyte equals 10 to the 6\super th\nosupersub power. The CPU on my Robot has 3 large removable cards, or more like stylus. Each stylus, Dr. Palador informed me, carries 4 Yetabytes. A Yetabyte is 10 to the 24\super th\nosupersub
power or 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 bytes. 12 Yetabytes in the CPU; this is the kind of technological menace we are facing.
One more thing about these memory styluses; holding them, one at a time, each feels alive somehow. I experienced a feeling course through my arm as I gripped the first one, as though it was touching me
back. I grabbed all three in one hand; I felt this exact same feeling I had when I was very young. I was maybe 4 or 5 years old. I remember I was supposed to meet my grandfather that day, for the first time since I was a baby. I remember my mother putting
me out in the backyard and sitting and waiting for grandfather to visit. After a little while, I started playing with toys and yard tools and forgot about waiting for my grandfather. I don\rquote t know how long I was out there, but I had constructed a rather
intricate fort and fancied myself a Tyrannosaurus Rex tearing it apart. About halfway through destroying the structure, I remember my front teeth had a plastic car by the fender. It was one of those large sand toy cars that were bigger than my head.
Anyway, as I stomped and shook my head as though I was breaking the neck of the car-o-saurus, I noticed a man standing on the back patio. He had a peculiar grin and reminded me of my mother for some reason. Anyhow, he just stood
there and I felt something like a shock, but without any electrical stimulus. My body stiffened and pulled back. It felt like a hundred invisible fingers dug into my back, sides and arms. I felt my hair on the back of my head raise up and funny ripples run
up and down the back of my head; then it stopped. I stared back at this man who looked much older than my parents. I said to the man, "Who are you?"
"I am your Grand-dad," he responded.
"You are going to
have to go, I am waiting for my grandfather," I ordered.
"Is that so?" he said back.
I asked him, "Why are you watching me?"
His smile grew just a little bit more and he said," I am just taking you in."
My mother interrupted my interrogation of the intruder and informed me this character IS my grandfather.
Anyway, the feeling I had as I saw this man watching me, how my body reacted with a shudder and strange sensations. I got the exact same feeling all over again when I got all three
of the CPU memory cards in my hand. My curiosity ran wild. I tested other portions of the CPU. I found most of the parts had no peculiar qualities. Until I got to what is the reader or the processor, the moving part within the CPU. It will rotate
clockwise like a wheel as information sent to it is sent along the proper pathway of things akin to fiber-optic lines. This processor gave me the same feeling as did the memory cards. Touching parts around it, even the arm which holds the wheel (but
has no bearing on the software at all), gave me the same reaction. Coils and fiber optic cables and the mounting boards all did too. The further I got from these parts of the CPU, the less the reaction.
Now here is something
FAR more fascinating. As I was running my fingers around the parts, I poked a small hole in my right index finger. At first, I paid no attention to it. I went back, running my right index finger along several components all the way to the reader, making note
of how powerful the sensation became as I got closer to the reader. As I felt the sensation increase, I looked down at the dot of blood on my finger. I kept running my finger up and touched the reader with the dot of blood. The instant the dot of blood hit
the reader, it began to spin. It went counter-clockwise at first; then it quickly reversed itself. My finger tips slid down the readers\rquote mounting arm and I felt my arm had melded with the fabric of the robot. Several lights came on and a few more
pieces came to life, for maybe 4 or 5 seconds. I looked back at the reader and the dot of blood was gone. I have some speculations as to why this happened, but I will save them for future investigation.
I had to stop
my investigation as Doctor Palador showed up with a couple of thugs and some grotesque looking alien with cement colored skin. To head off an inquisition by Dr. Palador or his thugs, I asked him off-handedly about how they can erect things so quickly.
Palador explained the Gargoyles can erect foundations, buildings, and just about anything in a very short time. The Gargoyles have mastered nanotechnology mixed with building materials. A living sort of mush, every molecule programmed to perform any
task. Each molecule swims along until it finds an empty space. There it connects itself to the surrounding nanobots. They stop and basically assume the necessary duties of that particular location. They solidify and become concrete, plumbing, conduit,
a window or door frame; whatever form of material is used. All of this is accomplished through mixing Gargoyle technology with Earthly elements.
Anyway, back to my story. After my capture and journey here, I spent several days in a cell.
Continuously noisy; I got no sleep in all that time. The light in the cell never turned off. As I was getting acclimated to my new digs, I was abruptly removed from my cell by several thugs in brown uniforms. I was dragged to a room where I met with
a man, a human being (on the surface anyways) calling himself Scorpion; he is some sort of Gargoyle Gang Commandant. This was also my first meeting with Doctor Palador, my Gargoyle counterpart. He is human in appearance, Asiatic, but has rough diamond
colored skin and clawed (3 fingered) hands like many of the Gargoyle Aliens do. Doctor Palador briefed me on why I am here and what will happen to me if I do not comply. Scorpion leaned into my face and threatened me several times. Scorpion wears a sneer
the way a shark wears its teeth.
As I was being briefed by Scorpion and Palador, one of the monitors came to life. There was a smoke or mist which cleared rather quickly to reveal an enormous and twisted purple face. I call
it a face by the virtue of it having two eyes set together in a human fashion. The rest of it was utterly alien and grotesque. The head is bulbous and 3 times wider than it is tall. I could not say from this image how big the head is in comparison to human
heads. From where a human mouth would be, there extends some squid like appendages. A voice boomed and my gracious hosts snapped to attention. This is the first time I laid eyes on Emperor Guillotine. The Emperor quickly made it clear that I am going to be
a useful scientist or a test subject. I am only a man, past middle age and heading into my autumn years. I dread the thought of torture. The Emperor promised to keep me alive, and in my current condition, as long as I made myself useful. My life is now this:
I eat once in a while, I work very long days-sometimes for several days straight-I sleep once in a while, and that is about it. I should be sleeping now but I must try to make a record of these events. I am going to sleep now and hopefully write more later.