002.
Well.
One can only wonder what this little revelation will entail.
It's starting to feel cramped, isn't it?
Personal Report Files of Professor Hojo : Nuadoria I.
Environment:
Unknown population. Going by the system, I daresay it's within the vicinity of a dozen to two dozen, perhaps more who are somewhat less communicative. All who have shown their faces thus far are similar, insofar as they have all been brought here by the seeming residents of this city for unknown purposes. It would appear there are "tests" to pass, going by the mention of monster attacks.
This information may be visible to the creators of this device. No private information is technically safe, as long as it's stored on a foreign device. However, I've no particular desire to return to a world where my existence won't be assured; if they are indeed watching, then they will be welcome to any information I find on my fellow 'visitors'. All I want from them is the knowledge of how it's done.
It's like trying to talk to the dead, isn't it? Perhaps the failure and I have something in common.
A fountain has been identified, circular in shape. It would appear all other sectors branch off from it, similar to the way the sectors at Midgar frame the ShinRa Building. Or framed. Pity about that. It was a fine piece of architecture.
There is a library, but it is mostly inaccessible. The residential area is quiet, but potentially dangerous. We're all sure to house within the same region due to the construction of this city.
Subjects of Note:
UCHIHA, Sasuke.
Male, approximately mid-teens. Wutaian appearance. Armed. Temporary ally. Unlikely to be a considerable threat. We met briefly, but further data is required to make an educated judgement of his use.
NAME UNKNOWN.
Male, undetermined age. Animalistic, possibly an experiment prior, or else quite similar to the beasts of Cosmo Canyon in that he is bestial but capable of communication. Temperamental. Of possible interest, if suspicions can be confirmed.
NAME UNKNOWN. "Little Mouse" (Note: Mention of "R TAM THE OSIRIS". R Tam may well be the name. Strange, if that should be the case. What good is a name for a specimen?)
Undetermined sex, undetermined age. Prior use as an experiment - but not one of mine. Notably unstable. To be investigated further. I have a feeling there's more to this person than they're letting on; perhaps more than they're capable of letting on. Our conversation shows a competent mind limited by a fragmented and random thought structure.
VALENTINE, Vincent.
Gaian Scientific designation 19461013-XXXXXXXX. Further data is required to make an educated judgement of his status. Sane as one can expect. It denotes very little. A possible threat.
FAIR, Zack.
Gaian Scientific designation 1974XXXX-19961225. Lacks memories of Gaian events spanning 19961219 - 19961225, due to expiration. Appears to be from a timeline during which he was alive. Sane. A possible threat, assuming someone educates him, and that is only inevitable.
Others of note:
Kusanagi Kisaragi.
Lockhart.
Turk, "Reno".
The failure (to be confirmed).
... And what appears to be my prized specimen. I suppose this is also inevitable.
Personal Status:
Injured, recovering suitably. It would appear the worst of the damage I sustained was healed prior to my becoming conscious here. Jenova, perhaps, or the owners of this city. The wounds will take too long to heal if I can't stitch them. Another unavoidable inconvenience.
Interesting. Her cells are still there, but I can't hear her. Is it because her wavelength can't reach this far, perhaps? Whether it's reachable enough will depend on where this environment specifically lies.
It's particularly quiet without her. Bereft of With her voice absent, I'm left to wonder just how much of the end was me, and how much was her. It would seem, given that our desires coincided, that we were about equal in our control of my body. A pity that I can't take full responsibility for my success, but it no longer matters.
I bore witness to her. It was sufficient, and I could expect nothing else. Science wasn't capable of understanding her.
... In light of the recent silence, I've taken to speaking to myself.
The one unknown subject was correct. My voice does become increasingly irritating.
No matter.
There's a possibility my health may take a radical change with the specimen here. At this point, it's difficult to tell whether I should expect gratitude or the same treatment as the Ancient.
Current goal: Familiarise with the environment in its entirety. I wonder if it's worth joining a party for the purpose; several have made note of the need to explore our surroundings. However, I doubt AVALANCHE would take well even to my cooperative measures, for as long as I express no repentance.
Moreover, their communicative measures thus far have degenerated into barbarism and masculine posturing. I imagine they'll spend more time bickering than searching.
Although it is moderately pleasing to watch.
End Report.
One can only wonder what this little revelation will entail.
It's starting to feel cramped, isn't it?
Personal Report Files of Professor Hojo : Nuadoria I.
Environment:
Unknown population. Going by the system, I daresay it's within the vicinity of a dozen to two dozen, perhaps more who are somewhat less communicative. All who have shown their faces thus far are similar, insofar as they have all been brought here by the seeming residents of this city for unknown purposes. It would appear there are "tests" to pass, going by the mention of monster attacks.
This information may be visible to the creators of this device. No private information is technically safe, as long as it's stored on a foreign device. However, I've no particular desire to return to a world where my existence won't be assured; if they are indeed watching, then they will be welcome to any information I find on my fellow 'visitors'. All I want from them is the knowledge of how it's done.
It's like trying to talk to the dead, isn't it? Perhaps the failure and I have something in common.
A fountain has been identified, circular in shape. It would appear all other sectors branch off from it, similar to the way the sectors at Midgar frame the ShinRa Building. Or framed. Pity about that. It was a fine piece of architecture.
There is a library, but it is mostly inaccessible. The residential area is quiet, but potentially dangerous. We're all sure to house within the same region due to the construction of this city.
Subjects of Note:
UCHIHA, Sasuke.
Male, approximately mid-teens. Wutaian appearance. Armed. Temporary ally. Unlikely to be a considerable threat. We met briefly, but further data is required to make an educated judgement of his use.
NAME UNKNOWN.
Male, undetermined age. Animalistic, possibly an experiment prior, or else quite similar to the beasts of Cosmo Canyon in that he is bestial but capable of communication. Temperamental. Of possible interest, if suspicions can be confirmed.
NAME UNKNOWN. "Little Mouse" (Note: Mention of "R TAM THE OSIRIS". R Tam may well be the name. Strange, if that should be the case. What good is a name for a specimen?)
Undetermined sex, undetermined age. Prior use as an experiment - but not one of mine. Notably unstable. To be investigated further. I have a feeling there's more to this person than they're letting on; perhaps more than they're capable of letting on. Our conversation shows a competent mind limited by a fragmented and random thought structure.
VALENTINE, Vincent.
Gaian Scientific designation 19461013-XXXXXXXX. Further data is required to make an educated judgement of his status. Sane as one can expect. It denotes very little. A possible threat.
FAIR, Zack.
Gaian Scientific designation 1974XXXX-19961225. Lacks memories of Gaian events spanning 19961219 - 19961225, due to expiration. Appears to be from a timeline during which he was alive. Sane. A possible threat, assuming someone educates him, and that is only inevitable.
Others of note:
Kusanagi Kisaragi.
Lockhart.
Turk, "Reno".
The failure (to be confirmed).
... And what appears to be my prized specimen. I suppose this is also inevitable.
Personal Status:
Injured, recovering suitably. It would appear the worst of the damage I sustained was healed prior to my becoming conscious here. Jenova, perhaps, or the owners of this city. The wounds will take too long to heal if I can't stitch them. Another unavoidable inconvenience.
Interesting. Her cells are still there, but I can't hear her. Is it because her wavelength can't reach this far, perhaps? Whether it's reachable enough will depend on where this environment specifically lies.
It's particularly quiet without her. Bereft of With her voice absent, I'm left to wonder just how much of the end was me, and how much was her. It would seem, given that our desires coincided, that we were about equal in our control of my body. A pity that I can't take full responsibility for my success, but it no longer matters.
I bore witness to her. It was sufficient, and I could expect nothing else. Science wasn't capable of understanding her.
... In light of the recent silence, I've taken to speaking to myself.
The one unknown subject was correct. My voice does become increasingly irritating.
No matter.
There's a possibility my health may take a radical change with the specimen here. At this point, it's difficult to tell whether I should expect gratitude or the same treatment as the Ancient.
Current goal: Familiarise with the environment in its entirety. I wonder if it's worth joining a party for the purpose; several have made note of the need to explore our surroundings. However, I doubt AVALANCHE would take well even to my cooperative measures, for as long as I express no repentance.
Moreover, their communicative measures thus far have degenerated into barbarism and masculine posturing. I imagine they'll spend more time bickering than searching.
Although it is moderately pleasing to watch.
End Report.