August 19th 2010 (THU)
Well as per the order of the good Doctor Typical-Germanic-Name-Of-Which-I-Have-No-Hope-Of-Pronouncing-Nor-Spelling I have started a daily journal to give my honest opinion on the experiment for the research department to rip apart after it is all said and done.  It is a good thing I have been paid really well for this jaunt of science, I have never been fond of journal entries and I find that this exercise is no exception.
At any rate, as pertaining to the confines of what the doctor prescribed by life is dull and completely devoid of outside stimuli.  Spending most of my days confined within a sterile white room to condition myself for the experiment.  And let’s not forget the brooding; I find that I have a lot of time for that.

August 20th 2010 (FRI)
So my days as of late have been filled with what could only be described as the daily regime of an Olympian.  All things considered of my life prior to this agreement, I find that the end results though favorable would be to much work to maintain.  The desire for videogames, alcohol and the pursuit of the opposite sex would easily outweigh the positive results of this regime.  Temptation, I cannot express how much I miss the temptation of everyday activities.
Stupid white walls.

August 21st 2010 (SAT)
The good doctor has assured me that they have reached the final stages of the preparations for the experiment.  Like I haven’t heard that one before, in the three years I have been at this facility I have heard that phrase uttered a good ten times.  I think the major reason behind this journal exercise was not for research material for the test subject’s point of view, but to prevent my sanity.
Well this guinea pig is beginning to tire running around his tiny cage for the entertainment of his owners.  God, what I would give for a TV.

August 22nd 2010 (SUN)
Stupid journal exercises.
Study that!

August 23rd 2010 (MON)
Well we had a bit of excitement today, which did a great job to alleviate some of my boredom.  Don’t get me wrong, weight training, running on a treadmill and eating bland meals are the spice of life, but nothing beats the concussive force of a minor explosion.
And the selfish prudes wouldn’t even let me interact in any way with the explosion.  You think they would have at least let me see the aftermath, seeing as it is my ass on the line in the experiment.  They only have their reputation to be wounded, where as I have a life that could be ended if such an event were to happen while I was within the chamber.
Leave it to the sociological outcasts to reassure the nerves of their guinea pig.  These people really need a PR person, a hot Swede maybe.
Note for the researchers: For the next trial phase, more explosions.  Oh and a TV.  Definitely a TV.

August 24th 2010 (TUE)
Well according to the good doctor the explosion from yesterday came from the complex next to ours.  He even managed to tell me that bit of news with a smile on his face as if nothing possible could go wrong with the experiment.
So now not only am I going to be shoved into an experimental test chamber, which is dangerous enough to begin with, but they are going to go through with it next to a building that goes boom.
Definitely need a TV/videogames/a nice shot of Vodka to deal with these frazzled nerves of mine.  I strongly recommend a source of distraction for future test subjects.  I hate all this time I have to think about my future, however short or long it maybe.

August 25th 2010 (WED)
Two things of irritation greeted me this morning.  First I was greeted by the good doctor standing over my bed with that idiotic smile of his.  Let me tell you that is not my idea of a good way to wake up.  Don’t get me wrong I do not mind being woken up by a friendly face, just not one of my own gender.  And preferably the face is at my side sharing the bed, not lurking above me watching me while I slept.  Honestly, you would think they would offer courses on how to interact with humans at university for these individuals.  
At any rate upon opening my eyes he instantly swept into this babbling stream of words that I did not have the faintest idea of what he was talking about.  I won’t even pretend to be on the level of intelligence these folks are at, and the groggy fuzz of waking up didn’t help the matter.  All I caught was the word soon.  Seeing as there is only one reason for me being here, soon could only mean that the experiment would be ready to start soon.  I believe I muttered a threat and rolled back over.  If I was going to be climbing into that chamber soon, I wanted to do to it well rested and lazy.  No more workouts for this guinea pig no sir-ee.
The second irritation came after I managed to pull myself out of my bed.  A note written in a bright red ink lying next to my journal telling me to make longer entries into my journal.  It was for research, and as such they needed more to work with.  All of a sudden I feel like I am back in elementary with that sadistic teacher.  You would think the only coloured pen she owned was red.
I did find out the decent side effect from all this Olympian training.  By moving my desk against the door and bracing it with my bed I was able to keep the entire team from entering my room to force me into more training.  Collectively they could probably reinvent how the world sees science, but ask them to move a piece of furniture; that was beyond their nerdy frames.  I wonder how the world would see a muscle building theoretical physicist.  Probably with a great deal of doubt.
So here is my long journal entry, no more red notes please-and-thank-you.

August 26th 2010 (THU)
Lookie, one week worth of journals.  A record!
Spent the day barricaded in my room once again relaxing to the rhythmic thumps of the scientists attempting to open my door.  You would never believe how relaxing those sounds actually are, once I am done with this experiment I am going to see if I can make a relaxation CD of those sounds.

August 27th 2010 (FRI)
Well having spent the past few days in self exile within my room, I was well rested enough to wake early in the morning.  Taking this time I once again rearranged the furniture back to its original placement and waited for the inevitable banging on my door to resume.
I suppose their collective patience had run out, for instead of initially asking nicely to open the door, they threw themselves with zeal against it and broke through it.  To be created warmly by my floor and what I could only hope was a sadistic grin upon my face.  The got their enjoyment out of this experiment, I was sure to get in a few kicks to ensure that they would remember me.
As for the rest of the day, same ole dull regime of training and preparation.

August 28th 2010 (SAT)
Once again I woke up to the watchful visage of the good doctor looming over me.  One would think he would find a better way to deliver a message, I don’t know, a note maybe.  Or maybe he just enjoyed watching his subject sleep and the look of disgust that spreads across my face when I wake to his mug.  
The message he wished to impart this morning was that tomorrow the experiment was to begin, so for today I was allowed to do whatever I wished.  For the first time within three years I experienced excitement.  Not because the experiment was about to begin, that I was willing to wait until the end of time for, however, the prospect of being able to do whatever I wished was a great temptation to me.  I found a lot of ideas flooded within my mind, and I spent the greater portion of the morning hammering out a list.
To my great disappointment, I would discover that whatever I wished to do was apparently on the list of things I was unable to do.  
Somewhere I think the collective residential geniuses are laughing at their own version of a practical joke.

August 29th 2010 (SUN)
So the experiment begins at noon today, and for some strange reason they decided that for the preparations to be all made, I would have to get up before most average people my age would have gone to bed.  One wishes they would have pushed it back to a later time so I would have managed a decent night’s sleep.  It’s not as if they had any social plans that they had to get to later in the eve.
So I spent most of the day listening to them drone on and on about the experiment, and how important it was for me to understand what was going on and such.  And to make sure that I fully understood they even went so far as to make me write it down in my journal.  I secretly believe they want me to write it down, so that after the fact they can look to see if I really did.
At any rate, here is the dummy version of the experiment I am the guinea pig of.  It is comprised of two chambers, and inner one made to look like a coffin, the outer looking much like the torpedoes from Star Trek.  So essentially a coffin within a very large phallus shaped object.  Strike one for geekdom.  Once within the inner chamber I will be placed into a form of deep sleep that is to last for the next five years (apparently) to the day.  Once under, they are going to (and this is the part I had wished they had kept to themselves) fire me into a geosynchronous orbit.  This apparently has two benefits, first it keeps it away from your average human meddling thus keeping the experiment true, and secondly gets the chamber closer to the sun, which is its major power source.  They assured me that this chamber had a quadruple redundancy so it should not run out of power.
That’s about it when it comes to the experiment, excluding the kicker of course.  I may periodically wake up during the five year period for short periods of times.  I can just imagine the trauma that this will do to my system.  Waking up in a poorly light coffin floating in space, no lifeline to be had until the experiment finishes.  But that is not the best part.  They are going to include my journal in the chamber so that I may write down the experiences of briefly waking up so that they may better understand what goes on while a human is under.
I have the distinct feeling that these people rushed a few stages of development so they could reach this stage under budget.  And when they gave me a chance to express my concerns, they just shrugged and said I would have something to tell my grand children.
If only I make it that far.

Wake Up Period 1
So help me if anyone complains about this not having a date.  If it’s so important for you to have one, maybe you should have included a digital clock/calendar within my coffin.
I find myself being a little on the touchy side.  But I cannot find any fault in myself for this; after all I am the one in the coffin floating around space.  
For the record:  The idea of burying the dead with a bell was a good idea.  I find that my one wish currently (excluding the obvious of having not woken up) is a phone so I can call the “geniuses” who put me in this situation.  I have a few choice words that I would like to impart to them at this moment.

Wake Up Period 2
How does one describe waking up inside a coffin orbiting Earth?
Disturbing.

Wake Up Period 3
When they told me of the chance that I may wake up during the experiment, I thought it would at most once or twice for only a few moments.  Here I lie at three times, each time having enough time to write down my thoughts.

Wake Up Period 4
Once this is all said and done I am never going into a confined place again.  It’s not that I have a fear of closed in spaces; no, I don’t mind them in the least.  It’s more along the lines of wishing to maintain contact with something.  It’s amazing how lonely a coffin can be.

Wake Up Period 5
This time, the only word I can use to describe the experience would be interesting.  I assume that I have either gone insane, or that I am in a state of half sleep as this time when I woke up it was quite similar to a dream one may have after watching far to many cheesy sci-fi movies.  Even though I fully expect the next time I read this, I will be able to confirm that I am of an altered state of mind I will try to explain what happened in the most coherent manner possible.  By the way, upon reading this after the experiment is completed I would like it if I were not committed.
At any rate, I woke to find myself in a doctor’s office of sorts.  A lot of blinking lights, plasma looking screens and cold metal apparatuses.  The major machine in the room could only be described as a cross between a nightmarish dentist’s appliances crossed with every tool one might find in a mechanic’s toolbox.  Let it just stand that it was quite unnerving.
Next I discovered that the clothing of the experiment had been removed, and replaced with this one piece article.  The best I could describe it (and I am sure you nerds back down on earth will understand it) is the uniforms the cast of the first Star Trek movie were forced to endure.  Silvery metallic in colour, and completely one piece (including footwear), I could not find a zipper or other such closing device so I assume this is just my imagination at work forgetting about the minor details.
Upon noticing that I was awake, the machine from a great many kids nightmare’s greeted me.  Now, a talking machine is nothing to really concern yourself with, however one that has what looks like it could inflict pain upon the body in a million of ways does take a moment to absorb.  Quite a few moments actually, I believe I may have feinted, though I am not to sure.
Upon waking up a second time I was greeted by a more friendly face than the machine could ever hope to come up with.  I will admit I was a little disappointed by the face.  My imagination had worked over time to come up with the elaborate doctor’s office, but the best it could do was an average looking human girl.  Nothing alien about her in the least bit, and the worst part, unlike many of my other imaginative female creations she was fully clothed.  Not in the one piece pajama I was in (thus excluding the possibility of this being a uniform of sorts) but in what can only be described as wardrobe that was once intended for a western movie, but ended up on the set of a sci-fi instead.
She introduced herself as Marie (another minor disappointment) and asked the doctor if I was fit to leave.  Now in my limited experience in this reality I had thought the machine was the doctor, to my relief it wasn’t.  However, that relief was short lived, it turned out that the doctor lived within the aquarium that dominated one wall completely.  This creature was by all definitions of the word, an alien.  Though it looked strangely like something one might catch a glimpse of living in the depths of earth’s seas.  It essentially had the appearance of a giant cuddle fish, except it had seven eyes and at least 16 tentacles, each ending in a different appendage.  Apparently it controlled the machine through a wi-fi connection of sorts.
I will fully admit it was at this time that my mind started to break down, and I came to the conclusion of my altered state of mind.  Marie took my by the arm and showed be to what she said would by my room.  She handed me my journal saying that it had been in the chamber they had discovered me in, and wished me well.
So here I sit now, on the edge of my little cot writing down my experience thus far, only reconfirming my insanity and fully expecting that the next time I wake up I will be back in my chamber.  Somehow, I find myself hoping that will be the case.

Wake Up Period 5 – Day 2
Another day in this weird world.  I am reassured in the fact that at least whatever reality this maybe, it is the one I seem to be stuck with.  Insane or not it would seem that this would be my life now, but more on that tomorrow – after all fits of insanity have been known to last a few days. I think.

Wake Up Period 5 – Day 3
After spending an entire day within what have been called “quarters” - though are not much better than the steel coffin from which I arrived into this world – I have been able to definitely prove one of two scenarios.  First, and the most likely, some mistake did happen and I am now cast, god knows how long, into the future and now I must learn to adapt.  Secondly, and the least likely I am a borderline genius whose insane fits can come up with any and all answers to whatever questions about the validity of the situation may arise.
So with this in mind, I have decided to throw myself into this new world and see what I can make of myself now.  I have yet to meet any one on this ship other than the doctor and Marie so I can only imagine what other shocks may or may not be forced upon my system in the coming days.
Until further, I will not distract myself with dealings of the past, so this may or may not be the last entry into my journal.  Not that it really matters since there is no longer any relevance to this exercise.

Year 2760 Atomic Decay Date 29567.33
It’s been a few months since I last wrote within this journal, and it’s been an eye opener to say the least.  I have managed to find out that humans, though by no means endangered are not nearly as numeral as we were during the years of my time on earth.   Every ship in the galaxy hires a human due to their “adaptive abilities” – essentially this means that we can be shoved into the worst places imaginable yet manage to survive.  When I first found this out, slavery came to mind; however it does prove to be gainful employment as the more successful you are, the better position within the fleet you will get.
However, that would appear to be as far as the human influence extends.  I have yet to meet a human politician (a small irony I will openly admit), nor a ship’s captain.  Every system that I was familiar with prior to my time in stasis has been either proven to be flawed or outdated.  Honestly, it is a little overwhelming to be regarded as a primitive as the initial impression of everyone you meet.  
Tomorrow is a busy day so I think I shall cut it there and continue when time makes itself more available to me.







I know neither the time, nor year it is anymore.  This war has consumed everything within this galaxy, and the side I am on is loosing… badly.  Faced with my own mortality – though I could both seriously and jokingly say that I have lived longer than any other human to have come before me, or those that will come after – I find my death  fearful.  With such a realization I have found a use for this old journal, though why I have it still escapes me.
Let this stand as a record of my life – though I realize it is rather short and filled with not the most flattering of comments at time, it will at least stand to mark the existence of me, a feat not many others have the luxury of at this time.  So for this last entry I will not fall to the expected regrets of my life, nor wishes I had hoped to see to fruition.  No, I will continue on with the manner of the journal thus far and describe the situation before sending it off to the records hall where it will hopefully be preserved.
The enemy that we are loosing against can only be described as nightmarish.  For those that read this that are able to pull on the only frame of reference I have, I hope you will understand the description.  For those of you who are unable to understand, fear not, the cultural references date some eight hundred years into the past, esoteric I know.
Imagine a force insect like in its basic nature (Space Above and Beyond similarities here) combined with the Borg pragmatism from the Star Trek series.  Throw in the utter distaste for life as we know it, and a pinch of human arrogance you can begin to see the basic outline for the enemy.  But as with most cultures, there are many more layers to these creatures than I could ever hope to describe.


Should I survive, I would like to think that I will come back one day to add onto this journal, but for now I hope whoever reads this forgives the lack of continuity in my thought and the habit to leave things half explained.