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DIRECTORY: Exhibit A - First Entry.

DATE ARCHIVED: September 14th, 1986

DATE PUBLICATION: June 8th, 1882

CONTENTS:

Entry  #1 - by Dr. Wallace Anderson

“Today, I have been witness to the impossible. A young negro boy was brought into my clinic this morning at exactly 10:52 A.M. His mother carried him in, begging for my help. A ‘curse’ she bellowed, her boy afflicted by a wicked spirit of some kind. To what end, I dare not know. The holy brothers and sisters over at the church would know more than I do, but it is in my code to heal as best I can.

The boy couldn’t have been older than eleven and his body was covered in an abnormal growth, something that I had never seen before. He was conscious and did not display any pain symptoms. In fact, to my surprise, the boy appeared calmer than his mother. The growth was… solid, like coral from an ocean rock. It oozed a substance that I dare not touch, lest I risk contracting this strange illness.

Immediately, I quarantined the boy and his mother, before beginning my study. This growth went deeper than the surface level, rooted deep within his tissue. Removal would require amputation of the legs and arms, which would surely be a death sentence. I had contemplated asking the boy for permission to take samples until I saw what these growths contained.

Squid-like tentacles would emerge from the holes in the growths. My nursing staff almost killed the boy out of fright before I managed to calm them down, though, if they had, I would not have blamed them. Such a thing should be impossible. This young negro boy appeared to be some kind of… host for a parasite – one that I have never encountered in all my years in medicine. He does not appear bothered by his condition either.

He is… curious. Unafraid.

For now, he doesn’t appear to be showing life-threatening symptoms. He can walk, talk, and move just as well as anyone.

An unprecedented opportunity has presented itself.

I have to know more.”

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“They were hiding the truth, typical.”

“Of course. Would you expect anything less from the ECU? If the world knew the truth, it would change everything.”

“Hundreds of years… and this is the first recorded incident – the earliest I was able to scrape from their database. Could there be more elsewhere? The ECU isn’t allowed to operate inside of China and India. I could look there. There might be something earlier than this.”

“. . .”

“You disagree?”

“No. It’s not that I disagree. It’s that I don’t believe we will find anything more like this. If there are earlier accounts, they’ll be chalked up to stories of mythical beings. Witches, Gods, Demons… the human race was stupid, once upon a time. Our minds could not comprehend the truth.”

“Hmph.”

“Is there something you find amusing?”

“That you think anything has changed. The Pandora Initiative is evidence enough that stupidity is capable of evolving. When the mind cannot find reason or logic, it falls back on faith.”

“We’ve made progress to step away from blind faith, no matter how minute the change is, it’s there.”

“If we continue like this, we will be talking in circles for hours.”

“Quite right. Back to the topic at hand, then?”

“Of course. I will keep looking.”