Antarctic Journal

The following are entries of a Journal taken from an Antarctic Medical Base in 2020. Many of the pages were incomprehensible.
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==March 5th, 1940:==
Things at the base are going well. The Lieutenant announced that Project LIGHTNINGHAND had been completed. This medical breakthrough shall ensure the health of children around the world! I'd like to give more details about it, but I'm afraid it's still classified. I cannot write even the smallest detail of it here until it becomes a worldwide phenomenon.
Aside from that, there are a few concerns about weather. It's supposed to get below -35 this weekend. Well what did they expect?! It's ANTARCTICA! It's not going to rain fire!
And one more thing: I've been hearing some strange sounds coming from one of the test tubes (The ones that Prof. Jan had been experimenting on.) It keeps me up at night.
Speaking of which, I gotta hit the hay. Until next time.
-Assistant Peoria Asconanza, 44, Recorded at 9:46 P.M.
==June 23rd, 1941==
Sheesh. The colonel has been much more uptight recently. He's added coded locks to all the doors and now only he has the keys to them. It isn't interfering with my work much though, so I'm not worried. I still haven't gotten much sleep. I've tried to tell the higher-up's, but they ignore me. It's understandable, I mean, I'm a trained officer. I shouldn't be fretting. I still have so much work to do...
But, regardless, there's something else that's been bothering me. Professor Jan hasn't left the lab in weeks, and the colonel won't let us in. I wonder what's wrong with her. We met briefly when we arrived, even had lunch together. But afterwards, she became distant. Could this have something to do with that?
-Assistant Peoria Asconanza, 45, Recorded at 8:32 P.M.
==July 15th, 1941==
I can't sleep. That tube. There is something inside that tube. But they won't let me near it. My exploits have demoted me to Engineer. It doesn't help me sleep. I've gotta get in there.
I'm going to make a break for it tonight. I don't care if it kills me.
LIGHTNINGHAND failed. The initial tests looked fine, but mutations occurred. Strange mutations. Things that would never happen in nature. I haven't seen a mutant. I don't want to. Wish me luck.
-Engineer Peoria Asconanza, 45, Recorded at 6:23 A.M.
==July 16th, 1941==
I saw it what was inside the tube. people have togetout now have to tell the lieuten (The remainder of this page was covered in black splotches)
-Engineer Peoria Asconanza, 44, Recorded at 1:30 A.M.
==Feburary 1st, 1952==
I am writing this to anyone who may come by here. I am afraid that I shall not make it much longer, so I decided to make a detailed explanation of what happened 11 years ago.
I was a bioengineer working here at Angelwings Research Base, hidden at the Weddell Sea shore in Antarctica. During Project LIGHTNINGHAND I was charged with removing waste products made by the machine. I was curious about the waste. It was a dark solid chunk of what appeared to be radiation and biological chemicals. I placed them separately in testing tubes, doing various tests. Eventually, one of the tubes beganOh god He's here! RUN! RUN NOW! GO (The page is torn here)
-Professor Marie Jan, 65, Recorded at 12:20 P.M.
==Feburary 20th, 1952==
I am here.
I am learning.
I am feeding.
I am alive.
-Unknown, ??, Recorded at 1:00 A.M.
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