Something is very wrong here

My door must have had a circuit go awry somewhere because it didn't lock yesterday; so I took a much needed opportunity to scout about and see what the deal with this building is. I think I'm underground or something. There are no windows anywhere and the only thing resembling one I found looked directly out into... well, maybe a river or reservoir or something. It was just a very large body of water, and from my vantage point I couldn't see the top or bottom of it. I saw the two freakshows, *NAME DELETED* and *NAME DELETED*, working as per usual. They were fawning over some new discovery with the "foreign substance" and were too distracted to notice me nab a few copied pages of their research. I hid it in my room, almost afraid to read it, and am waiting for the right time. I guess there really aren't any cameras behind the mirrors because their damned military men would have stomped in here and taken them from me. Their constantly around now, the guards, and some of them are even getting involved in the work. They never speak, I mean never speak, and always keep their masks and gloves on; strange folk. One of them was wheezing so badly I had to ask him to back up from me as I couldn't concentrate. For a guy wearing what looks like a respirator he sounded terrible. I don't quite understand how I've just gotten right back into my work without... resistance, I suppose is the correct word. "*COMPANY NAME DELETED* takes care of its own!" seems correct. I'm almost enjoying myself here, somehow. I heard something strange late last night while I was sleeping: there was this almost feral roaring from somewhere else in the building and a great crash. Shortly after the intercom was on and saying that everything i sunder control and there was an accident involving a clumsy guard and some equipment, and not to worry. There were four long, and very deep, scratch marks along one of the corridors I walked down today. I'm content as things are, but they are very strange, and increasingly so as the weeks progress. Isn't Christmas coming up? What should I get for my nephew?

2 weeks

I was pulled off the team and spent two weeks in what was called "Extreme conditioning" training, or whatever they want to call it. It was being strapped down and having half the blood in my body roughly yanked out by Dr Succubus herself while the Mad Scientist runs constant brain scans, attaching electrode after electrode to my shaven scalp, some of which I swear were barbed, and grinning maniacally. I was fed intravenously for the past 2 weeks and my excrement was siphoned directly out of my stomach and bladder. This is not what I signed up for at all; this was just a goddamn job, not a labrat position so i could be shaved and sustained like a breathing vegetable for testing or "conditioning". Those two freakshows must never sleep; I kept passing out intermittently through the 2 weeks, sometimes from need of fitful sleep, sometimes from anesthesia, but every time my eyes opened those two were working on me, without fail. I feel ill.

...

Something bad happened today. We encountered this "foreign substance" the mad scientist has been ranting about. A few of us have taken to calling him this as he fits the description to a capitol 'T', *NAME DELETED*, *NAME DELETED*, and *NAME DELETED* all think he's a serial killer or something. In a rather unsettling way *NAME DELETED* is very adamant about that belief. Anyway, today my team was checking a few water samples and when we put one under the microscope there was this... thing. It was moving so much and in such a deliberate fashion we zoomed in for a closer look and... well, it looked like a damn microscopic leech. We were all so consumed with this that we didn't see the mad scientist and Dr. *NAME DELETED*, the super phlebotomist, power down our microscope. They came in with guards we'd never seen in the building before: armed guards, at that, with full on combat boots, black kevlar gloves and what appeared to be gasmasks, or maybe breathing apparatus, I'm not sure. They took the sample from us and dismissed us for the day, telling us to retire to our cubicles and relax. We were called back later that day to the lab to be informed Dr. *NAME DELETED* had hung himself in his room. It came as such a shock, granted he seemed very on edge as of late and getting worse, but suicide?! It's strange how people can just decide to do this, but work must continue regardless, and they already have someone sent for to fill in his position. *NAME DELETED*... damnit man. They wouldn't give us any details on his suicide, just that he hung himself, which must have taken some ingenuity as I'm noticing there are no bars, rafters, or really anything in which to hang something, let alone a person, from. None at all...

Exhausted!

What a week! I wasn't even in the building for a half hour before I was thrust into work; my panel of supervisors are extremely calculating in their ability to interest a body in working immediately. And, I must say, it would have been polite to maybe have mentioned that we'll all be staying on premises at all times, including living on-site in these oddly sterile-feeling cubicle studios. My paranoid side likes to mock my already piqued insecurity by swearing in my thoughts there are cameras behind every mirror in my apartment, of which there are many. So, in answer to this problem (and for my own amusement as well as continued sanity), I've taken to making funny faces at them while I shave. Seems to work. MAN, these people I'm working with are strange! The Super Phlebotomist is something out of a comic book: I couldn't hope to pronounce her name, something like *NAME DELETED* maybe... not sure, and she's hot! She looks about mid 30's although she keeps talking about experiments from World War II era like she was there for it. And it IS a neurosurgeon working with us! He keeps bringing out these charts of various affects of toxins and "foreign substances" on the brain and explains them with such abstract jargon and extreme excitement it's not only difficult to follow, but exhausting to watch. Some of the other engineers on the team seem really nervous about something; maybe I'm just the new guy, but they really all do appear to be on edge most of the time. We're not allowed to interact with one another, hence the constant blogging. Seriously; we're locked into our rooms once our shift is over and anything we require is simply a click of the mouse away through our intranet. *COMPANY NAME DELETED*: Cleaner water for a Cleaner Lifestyle; amusingly that motto seems tenuous as, despite our efforts, the toxin levels are not reducing in the slightest; in fact they seem to be climbing steadily.

All Hallow's Eve.

Tomorrow's the BIG DAY! This entire week was a bustle of shipping off my necessary belongings, disseminating the unwanted and old as nostalgic parting gifts, and making sure my luggage is completely set and ready to go. I can't believe they have me hopping a plane on Halloween, but considering the opportunity here, to be one of a group of engineers working on "top secret" new water desalination methods , I guess I can't complain too much. I think I'm the youngest on the team, and some of these people have been pulled from really interesting fields. We've got our normal variety of chemists, toxicologists, biologists, etcetera, but they've also got some sort of super phlebotomist whose made quite the impact in pharmaceuticals, which confuses me entirely, and I think there's even a neurosurgeon involved. Whatever; this is an internship that couldn't be passed up: *COMPANY NAME DELETED* is taking me off this godforsaken island and transplanting me into the heart of an industry that's tough to get a solid foothold on, and I'm jumping!

Excitement!

So this is it! The "big move" away from home, from familiar surroundings and whatever comfort that brings; I have yet to figure it out. Growing up on Long Island only affords an individual a certain amount of opportunity, which I guess is dependent on whom your family is really, and one of those cherished few is to get the hell off the misbegotten fish-shaped island and move elsewhere. Carthage, NY; not quite the city dwelling lifestyle I had hoped for in my earlier days, but my field is chemistry so only so much can be expected. I'll be damn near in Canada, probably only a few hours drive, and surrounded by miles of hills and forest. Could be picturesque. Could be hideously boring.