My Crate of Dirt
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By Order of Maritime Regional Director, S. Kojcewska

UPDATE: Clearance has been restricted to Maritime Regional Director, S. Kojcewska only.

Logs concerning Dr. █████████ Redford's involvement with the Charybdis organism are restricted to Command and investigative personnel. Unauthorized review of its contents is punishable under Command Law 24.

This entry is SECRET. The information below contradicts the official statement made on █████████.

I'll provide the abridged text of my evaluation of Dr. Redford's mental status as written in my official report to his supervisors below:

Results from the examination reveal that Dr. Redford was an introverted, but highly personable individual, free from any sociopathic quality whatsoever. He was particularly keen on caring for animals and their offspring - unfortunate, considering his duty. He arrived to the interview neatly groomed, and in working attire. Nothing extraordinary was found in his mannerisms. His overall conduct during the examination suggests a high intellect. Patient was courteous and rather subdued. He responded to my questioning without hesitation. Questions of note included: his opinion of the Chaos Insurgency; his opinion of the Charybdis experiment; his overall view of the unorthodox experimentation on marine fauna, including its research into avenues for weaponization; and his personal life. His answers indicate the prevalence of loyalty to the organization above moral values. Patient showed little difficulty in recalling required information, and disclaimed any errors in his answers. Overall presentation suggests that the patient had prepared answers for possible questions before the meeting.

[REDACTED] was inconspicuously placed near the patient, posing as a mundane piece of furniture. I had it installed a day before the interview, as a precaution to saccharine-sweet, saintly and potentially deceptive examinees - a response to my last encounter with manipulative snakes. [REDACTED] is a crude lie-detecting machine, [REDACTED] any lies made by whoever casts a shadow upon it. A light fixture on the wall opposite the Item had been installed for that purpose as well.

Patient was not lying. He appeared to be a milquetoast researcher, attentive to animals and his fellow personnel. Analysis indicates he was not naïve, nor was he blissfully ignorant to the traumatic experiences and borderline-sadistic behavior of a number of his co-workers. Given his line of work, the patient has maintained a reputation to his co-workers as a meek, reliable, but ultimately task-oriented individual. Simply put, he is a sheep that is getting along fine with the wolves… and the sheep in wolf's clothing.

In light of the purpose of this evaluation, the patient has been examined to be in good working order with a personality appropriate for his task. It is the opinion of the psychologist that the patient be allowed to continue his assignment with the Charybdis experiments.

I fabricated two items on his evaluation. One, he was certainly disgusted with the Insurgency, and remarked that were it not for his ██████████, he would have reneged due to perceptions of animal cruelty in breeding Charybdis candidates. Two, he was lying, and he had been practicing his responses for three days before my interview. He was a pretty good actor, to his credit, before I told him to drop the act.

I don't know what you want to get out of this, Steffanie. But I hope you'll repay me for this. This is the truth, and we're certainly truth-seekers in this organization. Just don't forget, you never have just one shadow in the Insurgency. Reach out to me first when we talk again.

- Dr. Martin Caduceus
β - Psychiatry Department - B6MED
This is an encrypted message.

The following excerpts have been collected from Dr. Redford's personal computer. Dates have been redacted but are listed in chronological order.

I held #49 in my hands today, it's just a little larval spawn but I think it's taken a liking to me because it always sticks out a tentacle to stick at my hand as I work on it, and it insists on staying on my palm even when I try to return him to his home. All the others have behaved like the usual spawn, but this new one shows a particular intelligence. Affection, perhaps. As if it has an attachment to me. It's a recurrent behavior and that makes me want to keep it for myself. I don't have an actual choice, but I secretly want to help it survive the tests and experiments that will be happening to the entire pool soon. I'm worried that he'll have a hard time against his bigger siblings. I'll try manipulating the conditions as subtly as I can when it comes down to it.

My dad took me to the zoo one time, a park for aquatic fauna where I met creatures I thought were so strange at that time, like the lionfish, the box jellyfish, and the porpoise. I remember the wondrous feeling of witnessing their peculiarities. But the highlight of that trip was when I had the chance to feed the animals. There was also the place where you let little fishes nip on the dead skin of your feet. Dad loved that place.

#49 survived. And together with the others that have successfully navigated the battery of tests that killed more than a hundred young octopuses, he'll be placed into the pool of fifty test candidates for the Charybdis experiment that will officially begin tomorrow. The head researcher says the purpose of Charybdis is to synthesize a new species of octopus with the help of a few anomalies. The project hopes to create a specimen with a superior version of the bio-regenerative properties that regular octopuses possess. The potential that this has for the medical field can already be seen, so I'm excited.

The secondary objective is to engineer a creature that could roam around our perimeter and defend the facility from attackers, which doesn't sit well with me… I just hope a US Navy warship or a Russian submarine doesn't come face-to-face with the specimen once we release it into the wilderness. The team promised to condition it into isolation so that the chances of that happening become slim. Regardless, and this goes without saying, I don't trust them.

As a treat, I took #49 out of his tank last night and went to the beach outside the facility. The research head should know how difficult it is to raise baby octopuses in captivity, but they're not paying half the attention they need to the tankwater's pH levels and temperature. All his life he lived in an artificial environment for marine life, eating synthetic bio-enhancers and chum, which his batch of hatchlings don't always eat. The second I stepped out, I went to look for something that'd resemble real octopus food. I found a baby crab and thought it'd make a great meal but it didn't seem right, then I remembered keeping a packet of amphipod paste which I put on my hand for him to dine on. Then I waded towards the ocean and sat on the sand where the water lapped up to my knees and let the little thing swim around. The instant that his tentacle poked the seawater, he slid right in and never swam so energetically. I stayed there for about an hour. I have a feeling #49 has begun to grow on me. So now, I've decided to call him Squirbo.

Needles have an erratic relationship with babies. Some kids don't mind it too much. When my niece got her booster shot, she squirmed for a bit but calmed down soon after. It's not so different with these young octopuses. As usual, #49 clung to my hand as I gave him the precursor that'll acclimate him to the Charybdis serum. He seemed to shrink into himself when the needle pierced his tissue, but he was okay. The actual serum will be administered tomorrow. It will be very busy in the next week as we monitor how they'll respond to it.

My spare time nowadays is spent watching my little monster swimming among his brothers in the communal tank. He is still smaller than the others, but in a few days that will change. For now, I'm satisfied just watching the fifty, little, baby octopuses grow slowly like tiny, aquatic tumors. Excuse my morbidity, but to spend time with these people, I must be able to seem a bit psychopathic on a whim. We're doing some truly unethical things in the name of biological research, but our research will save lives. The cells ultimately taken from the growing Charybdis will be cultured and analysed. I look forward to trying its properties as an injectable to enhance the wound healing factor of soldiers.

Something very extraordinary had happened. #34 and #36 have merged into one single organism last night; they've been close companions and always fed and swam together all the time. Byron even called them Castor and Pollux. There's no other explanation for the anomaly aside from the dance-like ritual the cameras recorded, which slowly ended with them fusing together. The resultant creature has twice of everything a regular octopus has.

[Last two entries involve Dr. Redford's concern over Squirbo as Charybdis Prime.]

The following transcripts log Dr. Redford's involvement with the Charybdis during experimentation.

[After becoming the candidate for Charybdis augmentation, Squirbo is taken from his tank to live in a much scarier part of the marine lab.]

[Nightmarish start of Charybdis involving torture. Reveal that Dr. Redford was still hoping to lessen his subject's pain, and was overall less evil than what the Item report would claim.]

[I want to get really down and dirty with this. Poor Squirbo.]

Video transcript at09-X-103: Final incident between Dr. Redford and security personnel:

[Climactic last move in desperation to release Charybdis from becoming a tool for slaughter. Ends with Dr. Redford becoming fully reprogrammed.]

Now editing document…

The following excerpts have been collected from Dr. Redford's personal computer. Dates have been redacted but are listed in chronological order.

[Evil Dr. Redford.]

[Evil Dr. Redforf drafts the first Charybdis operation. Mass civilian slaughter is expected.]



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