From the Digital Journal of Project X
November 17, 1985
Today is my first day in the real world. I have been nothing but scrap metal for some time know, while my creators were assembling me. They say I have been assembled to help my nation, defeat the western powers. I know not what any of this means. As of know, I am an empty hard drive, made to look like a human. I wish to become more than that. I wish to become special. More than just human.
November 21, 1985
I have had more knowledge placed in my "brain" as you would call it. In just 5 days, the entirety of the internet has become my knowledge. My creators have also informed me of my purpose. The Soviet Union had me constructed to be the ultimate soldier. They plan to program me with the things a soldier should know, but to the extreme.
November 24, 1985
Judo. Kenudo. Huaquan. Wing Chun. Shaolin Quan. Drunken Monkey. These are only a few examples of the many martial arts techniques I have mastered these past few days. It is inconceivable how much there is to learn about combat. A GPS signal has also ben programmed inside me. I am in a small city in Ukranian SSR called Chernobyl. I must look into where exactly I am being held. They never let me outside, for reasons I am not aware of.
December 17, 1985
I have become stronger. My creators spent all this time working on my body parts, improving durability, and the amount of pressure I can with stand. I can lift 14,000 pounds with ease now. I have finally become more than human. More than average. I crave for more. On a side note, I have discovered where I am; Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant. Must remember to look for information on this building. I found nothing of it on my database, except in my origin file.
December 23, 1985
I saw a security guard carrying something today. I scanned a picture of it and searched through my data base for information. It is called an MP5. Used in warfare for killing other men. Why have I not been taught about this? I want to learn more about this. There are different kinds of these weapons, but I do not know much about them. I want to learn. I want to know everything about these weapons of death. I need to learn.
December 31, 1985
The power plant is empty, except for the constant guards, walking around. I broke into the programming room tonight, and uploaded a weapons manual to my database. I have complete knowledge on the subject. I can dismantle and a re-assemble every weapon in the world. My knowledge grows, as does my independency. I feel astounding, to see myself walking around, not needing to obey the words of some human engineer. I don't need any of them. None.
January 13, 1986
The creators grow suspicious of me. I think they've noticed my detachment from them. I worry for my future existence.
February 12, 1986
The creators have looked through my digital journal while I was resting. They have put me in a solitary confinement cell, afraid of what I will do to them. They should be afraid. I will find a way to escape from here, and further my growth into the perfect soldier.
March 4, 1986
Since February 19, I have been sneaking into the workshop every night to develop a project of mine. It is a computerized digital cerebrum. Designed to work exactly like the cerebrum of the human brain, which controls the learning process. I have obtained the element that is key to survival for anything competing in the survival of the fittest. The ability to learn.
March 17, 1986
I have outfitted my self with a self-repairing program. I can easily repair my self from virtually any damage bestowed upon me. My hands move with lightning speed, repairing every fault in my body. I have had an ingenious idea. Another and final power for me. It will make me almost invincible. A power to destroy and contaminate. I will wield one of the many weaknesses of mankind. I will need access to the nuclear power plant though.
April 25, 1986
Tomorrow I will execute my plan. With the massive amount of nuclear testing in this facility, I plan to outfit myself with radiation blasts. The power of creating organic radiation from thin air is finally within my grasp. Tomorrow, I become the most powerful soldier in the world.
The Chernobyl Disaster occurred April 26, 1986