Dr. Roberta Drake (Yrs 35)

8/24/1981

Florida, Orlando

10:54 Am Monday

Born in Brittion, moved to U.S.A in 1976 (Yrs 11)

Hello, if you are reading this, that means you must be one of the many future people wanting to learn about me for some history class due to what I shall accomplish. Very well. Today is the first day of trying to create a life form to help with the current state of the world. Of course, I have helped fix all this by then so you probably need a refresher of what's happening.

In my current time, everyone sees the world as bleak. We just finished World war 3 and now we suffer from winning. We have exhausted almost all our sources for fuel and workers protest due to the lack of pay. We have nothing, but I plan to change that.

The Government may not want to fund me for this due to it being "to inhuman" and "impossible", but I know it's what I need to do. I, as you would know, plan on creating a life that can fix these three big problems. It will be able to work, it will be usable to power machines, and most importantly (at least to me) it will be edible. Of course, it will have no will of its own so that we may fully control it, and yes it is technically born to die, but it will be worth it. I will continue writing later tonight.

12:35 pm ~~Monday~~ Tuesday.

I have been working all day and all I have to prove it is trash bins full of torn mathematics and half-eaten bread. I knew this was gonna be hard, but never like this. I thought I would get something, anything helpful out of my first day. But no, everything was unusable.

So I think I need to change my formula. Maby I can discover a new element that could do this? Oh, that would be so cool!

Oh, someone was looking around my secret lab (which as you know is in an abandoned factory that I spent an entire three years cleaning.) taking pictures. Of course, I couldn't let him leave and get me in trouble so early with the government, so I shot him. I'm guessing he was mute due to him not screaming, but I think it's fine. He had a nice camera, so I took it and now it's mine along with his wallet. His name was John Zwietracht. Seemed nice even with holes in his head

Ok, I'm gonna go to sleep now due to feeling very exhausted. I'm gonna finish my bread first, then get changed.

To who reads this, may I be remembered ~

Author's Note

These aren't meant to be longe page by page chapters. Some are longe, some are short. All will at least be long enough to be considered 1 page.

(Also thank you for reading my stories.)