Data Items

**Data Items** encompasses all non-gameplay collectible items picked up by the player. This includes notes, audio logs, quest items, and even the SCA.B itself. This page contains both transcripts and locations of all data items.

*For a list of all SCA.B Schemes, see **SCA.B Flavor Schemes***
*For a list of all BURG.L Tech Chips, see **BURG.L***

*For a list of all Landmarks, see **Landmarks***

*For a list of all Creature Cards, see **Creature Cards***

## Wendell

* Time At Ominent
* SPAC.R Development
* Hedge
* Pond
* Haze
* Black Anthill
* Undershed
* Misc

### A New Idea

Ominent Practical Technologies, Dr. Wendell Tully, Science Division, Log 87.08.31c.
**WENDELL**:
Today's GLU.ON trials were a complete failure. Apparatus destroyed. No useful test data. Perhaps Dr. Klein was right.
**WENDELL**:
Another year's research down the drain. I had felt so sure of it!
**WENDELL**:
For my sake, I need success, but nothing is working. Not the GLU.ON, nor the SCA.B. Not even the confounded napkin bags!
**WENDELL**:
But what if I revisited an older project? Hm... hm... no... no definitely not. Perhaps... no. Wait! That's it! The shrink machine!
**WENDELL**:
Initial explorations had been promising before Hubert put the kibosh on it.
**WENDELL**:
I could set it up in the basement. If I showed that it worked, surely they could not argue with results...
**WENDELL**:
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### Prototype Complete

Ominent Practical Technologies, Dr. Wendell Tully, Science Division, Log 87.12.18. [pause] 87.12.19.
**WENDELL**:
It's past midnight now, but the covalent space reducer prototype is complete. Otherwise known as the shrinking machine. I've dubbed it the SPAC.R.
**WENDELL**:
I should get some rest, but the kids are already asleep. Trudy's given up and gone to bed, and I'm eager to find out if all these months of work were worth it.
**WENDELL**:
Everything should be sound, but you never know until you flip the switch.
Glorious
**WENDELL**:
well, here goes nothing.
**WENDELL**:
[explosions, terrible disasterous results]
**WENDELL**:
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### SPAC.R Operational

Supplemental log: Ominent Practical Technologies, Tully- whatever, I'll sort it later!
**WENDELL**:
The important thing is that I have done it! SUCCESS. The SPAC.R has worked it's magic!
**WENDELL**:
I have successfully shrunk a set of basic plastic, polyhedral dice from the size of standard dice to no bigger than the size of... well much smaller dice.
**WENDELL**:
BURG.L, make a note to come up with a better comparison.
**BURG.L**:
Noting.
**WENDELL**:
Nonetheless, this is a complete exoneration!
**WENDELL**:
However, it occurs to me that I have a new problem. The dice were intended to be young Thor's Christmas present... he will be disappointed.
**WENDELL**:
But perhaps I can convince him that they were miniature dice.
**WENDELL**:
The tiny instructions might be a bit of a giveaway. A new solution may be required.
**WENDELL**:
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### Endless Possibilities

Ominent Practical Technologies, Dr. Wendell Tully, Science Division, Log 88.05.29g. Or is that "h"? "H" for safety.
**WENDELL**:
Final evaluation test of the SPAC.R are going well, though I have noticed some minor errors in transcription where a non-trivial number of particles are not being conserved.
**WENDELL**:
I have observed no ill side effects, but making a note to check that later.
**BURG.L**:
Making a note!
**WENDELL**:
I'm still annoyed by Dr. Klein's attitude at the barbecue when I confided in him about my success.
**WENDELL**:
He was arrogant as always! Dismissing my breakthroughs in covalent spacing reduction. Questioning the very use of shrinking technology!
**WENDELL**:
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### Recognition At Last!

Ominent Practical Technologies, Dr. Wendell Tully, Science Division, Log 88.06.23a.
**WENDELL**:
Finally, my genius is recognized! My Ominent minders have requested a demonstration of the SPAC.R.
**WENDELL**:
I do wonder how they even found out about it... No doubt it was the loose lips of that blabbing Klein.
**WENDELL**:
But perhaps his indiscretion has worked in my favor in this instance, and I will have the last laugh.
**WENDELL**:
Once Ominent sees what I have accomplished here, I will prove that their many years of investment in me was not a mistake. How it will feel to have them watch me in my moment of triumph. This is what I have been working towards my entire career.
**WENDELL**:
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### Yet Another Failure

Ominent Practical Technologies, Dr. Wendell Tully, Science Division. Log 88.07.01.
**WENDELL**:
First test demonstration of the SPAC.R. Director Dalton Schmector in attendance.
**WENDELL**:
Begin recording.
**WENDELL**:
Everyone, thank you for coming. Today, I will show you nothing less than a quantum leap forward in technology. This is the SPAC.R.
**WENDELL**:
It is a machine that has the power to shrink any object times over, unleashing the power of the miniature world!
**WENDELL**:
Now, I am sure that some of you will be skeptical.
**WENDELL**:
But I have no doubt that a demonstration of this device will show you a vision of the future. Of Ominent's future. Of our future.
**WENDELL**:
Now if you will all put on your PEEP.R goggles, I'll begin the demonstration. Behold: the future!
[disappointing sound of mechanical failure]
**WENDELL**:
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### Fired!

Ominent Practical Technologies, Dr. Wendell Tully, Science—
**WENDELL**:
Scratch that. Dr Wendell Tully, Ph.D. At least they can't fire me from that!
**WENDELL**:
My years of work on the SPAC.R mattered little to Ominent. The project was shut down and I was shown the door.
**WENDELL**:
And yet Kaminski still works here... and he's an idiot.
**WENDELL**:
I've been reduced to substituting at the local school.
**WENDELL**:
How many times can one person be expected to explain the difference between a vector and a scalar?
**WENDELL**:
If it has direction, then it's a scalar! I mean a vector!
**WENDELL**:
I swear the ignorance around me is contagious. Does their normal teacher do anything?
**WENDELL**:
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### An Auspicious Beginning

I've thought around this in circles for days now, and I've come to a decision. It's time to restart SPAC.R development.
**WENDELL**:
Ominent may not believe in it, but I know its potential. Though I must figure out how to return shrunk objects to their original size.
**WENDELL**:
The first step will be to address the particle transcription errors.
**WENDELL**:
It seems almost certain that the irregularities are responsible for the failure during the demonstration.
**WENDELL**:
BURG.L, please bring up all lab data about the unknown particles.
**BURG.L**:
Happy to be of service. Notes will be prepared and delivered to your table in... four hours or less.
**WENDELL**:
Four hours? What are the chances for "less"?
**BURG.L**:
Delivery estimate will be prepared in two hours or less.
**WENDELL**:
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### Raw Science

I have isolated the source of the particle irregularities. They appear to be a byproduct of the shrinking process.
**WENDELL**:
If I adjust the machine to account for their existence, it should be the key to the de-shrinking--expanding--process.
**WENDELL**:
BURG.L, please bring up the readings for the irregular covalent SNPI-42Z particle traces.
**WENDELL**:
That name is going to get tiresome.
**WENDELL**:
And while you're at it, rename all references to the irregular covalent SNPI-42Z particle to... [thoughtful pause] raw science.
**BURG.L**:
Order received. Raw science identified. Does it require cooking, flipping, or grilling?
**WENDELL**:
None of those. Categorization.
**BURG.L**:
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### Embiggen Test 45

**Date:** 07.01.09
**Time:** 07:31 AM
**Cell Volume:** 0.000648524 mL
**SPAC.R input:** 914.32 mW
**Subject:** A box of SCA.B devices
**Location:** Tully Back Yard
**Supervising Scientist:** Dr. Wendell Tully
**Pre-Test Notes**
After successful miniaturization of a single, complex electronic device (Test 44), Test 45 will attempt to shrink on full box of the devices. Upon embiggening, subjects will be inspected and tested to ensure proper functionality.
**Results**
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### Embiggen Test 50

One success after another! I have returned BURG.L to his original size!
**WENDELL**:
It appears that my new Raw Science containment field is working at 99% effectiveness!
**BURG.L**:
98.5%.
**WENDELL**:
Right, BURG,L, right.
**WENDELL**:
[clear throat] However as BURG.L indicates, there is some minor, insignificant Raw Science leakage. A note for another time.
**BURG.L**:
Noted!
**WENDELL**:
But I see no reason to put off human trial.
**WENDELL**:
I believe there should be no issues... but audentes fortuna iuvat! I am ready to prove my creation's full potential!
**WENDELL**:
End recording.
**WENDELL**:
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### I'm Tiny!

I was a fool to have ever doubted myself! A fool like Klein, like Kaminski, like Schmector, like all of Ominent!
**WENDELL**:
I am here in the backyard. Down in the backyard. I mean, I am speaking to you from the backyard! I am tiny!
**WENDELL**:
I should gather my thoughts. This is a momentous occasion.
**WENDELL**:
Wendell Tully Official Log. 89.08.05. Recording as I take my first steps into the miniature world.
**WENDELL**:
The grass! Even common lawn grass looks like a structure from a alien world. Wait... what's that sound? The very earth is trembling!
**WENDELL**:
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### Embiggening Logistics

Work continues on logistics of embiggening organic material. There are so many factors that elude us still! If there's one thing I do know, BURG.L, it's that I need that sweet, sweet java flowing. Brain bad when sips stop.
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### SPAC.R Safety Test

**Date:** 08.08.09
**Time:** 01:54 PM
**Cell Volume:** 0.000648524 mL
**SPAC.R input:** 914.32 mW
**Subject:** A box of SCA.B devices
**Location:** Tully Back Yard
**Supervising Scientist:** Dr. Wendell Tully
**Results**
Power fluctuations are within and acceptable range. The machine itself continues to operate as expected. Weatherproofing of the platform components is holding up quite well.
The pylons, however, are a finicky trio. Maintaining the beam angles requires regular obstruction removal. The yard is simply too alive for precession instruments. Oh, Euclidean space, you fickle mistress.
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### Lab Modules

This morning I installed the "borrowed" lab modules. Another of my forgotten inventions of the early days. I had such grand notions back then.
**WENDELL**:
The Kinderscience Miniquik Little Chemist Lab educational lab for children.
**WENDELL**:
But, "No, Wendell... we can't possibly put hydrochloric acid into the hands of children. The lawyers will never agree!"
**WENDELL**:
[laughs] it's a good thing I never told them about the Bunsen burners!
**WENDELL**:
Odd that ominent has been using my toy pieces in this way. Hmm...
**WENDELL**:
I digress. The lab network is now up and running in the backyard. I'm planning to dedicate each of them to a different function.
**WENDELL**:
Main power will run through here, the oak lab, as the center of operations for the backyard.
**WENDELL**:
The second lab is nestled into the hedge. Such wonderful views from up there.
**WENDELL**:
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### A Little Exhausted

Now let's review the progress of the last few months. I am getting ever closer to perfecting the SPAC.R.
**WENDELL**:
Raw science containment has been a success.
**WENDELL**:
At last measurement, we are within 0.2% translation accuracy, but those final, infinitesimal bits have proven the most difficult.
**WENDELL**:
Despite that, BURG.L and I have been able to transit the miniature world without incident.
**WENDELL**:
I must admit it has been a bit overwhelming at late.
**WENDELL**:
Between school, grading papers, nightly work in the yard, and this sweltering summer heat, I feel stretched thin.
**WENDELL**:
Some nights I find myself too exhausted to work on my experiments.
**WENDELL**:
[laughs] All this is going to give me gray hairs! Why just the other day, Trudy said that the stress is putting wrinkles on my face.
**WENDELL**:
She may have a point about the hair though... as much as I am loathe to admit it, it does seem to be thinning.
**WENDELL**:
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### Kaiju Children

The Kinderscience lab modules have not held up as well as anticipated.
**WENDELL**:
I though hiding these lab units in the hedge would provide a bit of protection from my rampaging children...
**WENDELL**:
But it appears not even the sanctuary of these leaves can protect my work from an errant Flingman disc.
**WENDELL**:
The subsequent breaches in the lab structures have invited all manner of arachnid invaders to wander in.
**WENDELL**:
My plan is to recalibrate the TAYZ.T bots for defensive action.
**WENDELL**:
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### Spider Infestation

For so long I have felt taunted by the spiders of the yard.
**WENDELL**:
Climbing, crawling, skittering with the greatest of ease.
**WENDELL**:
Oh and how they delight violating my workspace.
**WENDELL**:
I can't take a single step without getting stuck in their confounded webbing.
**WENDELL**:
I'm wasting daylight running, climbing... surviving.
**WENDELL**:
Traversing this broken lab... the entire yard for that matter, has become untenable.
**WENDELL**:
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### Zip It

Today, Trudy asked, or rather, insisted I take a break from my work for a family day.
**WENDELL**:
I'll admit, the argument preceded my reluctant agreement was one for the ages.
**WENDELL**:
She just doesn't understand how important this work is.
**WENDELL**:
But in the end all was not lost! As fate would have it, our little trip to Stormin' Beaches Wavepark has given me fresh inspiration!
**WENDELL**:
A particular attraction sported a zip-line over a undulating pool filled sunbaked tubers.
**WENDELL**:
Basking in the light of the cruel sun that baked them like red, red raisins.
**WENDELL**:
But I digress. It was the zip-line that captured my imagination. Such a elegant solution to my problem in the hedge.
**WENDELL**:
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### Reboot

**Date:** 09.20.89
**Time:** 2:10 AM
**Location:** Hedge Observation Unit
**Supervising Scientist:** Dr. Wendell Tully
**Pre-Test Notes**
Frequent SPAC.R use is putting a drain on cell volume supplies. Recalibrate the surveyor system to focus on needed components. Save new location profile and upload to TAYZ.T units 009 and 017 for extraction.
**Results**
Failure. Numerous system errors. Unknown interference during the scanning process. Likely radio waves of some sort.
**Possible Sources**
1- Neighbor, Bill Henderson.
2- The kids. Inspector Hackit Walkie-Talkie set
3- Ominent?
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### Damage Control

Early test runs on the zip-line system have produced mixed results.
**WENDELL**:
Prices on steel cable are ridiculous, so I have been forced to proceed with my original idea: spider thread.
**WENDELL**:
I'm using web samples from my unwanted guests... with a few clever alterations, of course.
**WENDELL**:
Things were going well until Sarah threw yet another toy into the hedge! I swear that the lost city of Atlantis might be found beneath the roots of this blasted bush!
**WENDELL**:
I told them both. No baseballs, no Flingman disks... no more throwing!
**WENDELL**:
[inhales deeply] I'll need to find another way to strengthen the zip lines. And I've forrbiden the children from playing in the yard... temporarily of course.
**WENDELL**:
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### Re-Reboot

**Date:** 09.22.89
**Time:** 2:10 AM
**Location:** Hedge Observation Unit
**Supervising Scientist:** Dr. Wendell Tully
**Pre-Test Notes**
Increased radio wave interference in the yard. Isolating a single source unsuccessful. Interference uses a broad, roving spectrum of frequencies. Wrote code to alter surveyor frequency every five seconds keeping it hidden from this mysterious static.
**Results**
Success. Surveyor system reboot complete. TAYZ.T units not used for guard duty have received the profile upload are currently in route to their harvest targets in the yard
**Notes**
1- TAYZ.T units used for field acquisition are showing increased signs of wear and tear, rust being the most prevalent.
2- Nineteen unknown radio signals were spotted during the reboot process. Points of origin were not at fixed locations. That rules out the kids and Mr. Henderson. All signs point to Ominent.
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### Project ZIP.P

Slowly, my torments come together into one ingenious solution!
**WENDELL**:
After trying countless materials, I've finally found something to fix my zip line problem!
**WENDELL**:
While the bonding formulas were complex to say the least, I've successfully fused the web ropes with Raw Science!
**WENDELL**:
Once again it proves to be the key! The new ropes are miraculously soft but have the tensile strength of forged steel!
**WENDELL**:
I've dubbed my newest creation... ZIP.P Fiber.
**WENDELL**:
Just think of the practical application!
**BURG.L**:
Dental floss!
**WENDELL**:
Only something without gums would suggest that.
**WENDELL**:
This is not some trifle to pick parsley between trips to the periodontist.
**BURG.L**:
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### Evacuation

It is likely that this will be my last log from the Hedge Lab.
**WENDELL**:
Regrettably, the spider infestation has only worsen.
**WENDELL**:
Last night, I had a close encounter with a giant Brood Mother that shook me to my core.
**WENDELL**:
Couple that with the strange radio signals I've been receiving... and I no longer think this facility is safe.
**WENDELL**:
[dial tone]
**WENDELL**:
[ringing]
**BURG.L**:
BURG.L here. Can I start you off with a Double-Charred Barbarian Bacon Burger? It's made the Roby's way.
**WENDELL**:
BURG.L, initiate evacuation protocols for the Hedge Lab.
**WENDELL**:
Make sure any remaining biometric scanners and passcodes are encrypted in the mainframe.
**BURG.L**:
Is that really necessary sir?
**WENDELL**:
Yes. Oh yes. Absolutely necessary.
**WENDELL**:
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### Pond Research Note

The majestic sanke koi lives the same day over and over; sucking up morsels from here and there, depositing waste wherever. The rest of the creatures swim to and fro and play their part as well, eating and being eaten. Reproducing, growing, dying, all in this pond microcosm. We could harness this cycle and put it to use. A meeting of aquaculture and hydroponics in a natural, nearly microscopic setting could be but one step on the path to solving the hunger crisis!
I've begun drawing up schematics for a kind of turduckened aquaponics-inspired lab setup on the deep pond substrate where we can just tap into the natural systems already at play, with a few enhancements of course,
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### Great Cabbage of Belgium

Each member of the Tully family--excepting yours truly--looks at Brussels sprouts, the great cabbage of Belgium, with utter disdain.
**WENDELL**:
Within it's densely packed leaves: a high powered nutrient boost in a miniature form factor. And yet mealtime after mealtime it is recklessly cast aside!
**WENDELL**:
Well, more for me. The body knows when it's lacking something
**WENDELL**:
Funny that it doesn't tell the mind why, though.
**WENDELL**:
But I've taken the hint, and I'll do those brilliant horticulturalist of Belgium one better.
**WENDELL**:
You see, these little morsels are a prime candidate for experimentation in my new submersible multifunction lab.
**WENDELL**:
A closed loop system complete with a retractable solar dome. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?
**BURG.L**:
Dr. Tully, it's almost time for your appointment.
**WENDELL**:
Already? Eh, the joys of getting older. Trudy pushed me to go see a doctor after she remarked that I look like a plate of wet ham.
**WENDELL**:
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### Side Effects

Dr. Applebaum has pronounced me in perfect health... for a man twenty years my senior!
**WENDELL**:
I must face the facts... the gray hairs, the wrinkles. They are not figments of the imagination.
**WENDELL**:
I can draw only one reasonable conclusion: it is the elusive, fractional errors of the shrinking process which are the cause.
**WENDELL**:
Trudy has asked that I discontinue my experiments... but what choice do I have? If I quit now, I will have nothing.
**WENDELL**:
What will I be other than a failed inventor and scientist with no discoveries to his name, unable even to teach the basic of physics to a gaggle of hormonal teenagers. No!
**WENDELL**:
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### HAMS Test: Day 1

Biodome: Operational
Grow Nodes: Operational
Nitration System: Operational
Fungal Network: Active, surprisingly
Harvesting is typically 90 days out, but initial tests show small sprouts are ready within the span of a week. We'll look to optimize that further, keeping in mind a certain level of structural integrity is required to scale them up to nearly a grapefruit's size.
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### Fight With Trudy

This time you've gone top far, Wendell Tully. You've done the unthinkable. Trespassed the unforgivable.
**WENDELL**:
You missed Thanksgiving dinner.
**WENDELL**:
Who can blame Trudy? I know I have pushed things to the breaking point. And that she has grit her teeth and borne it.
**WENDELL**:
She told me should could not bear to watch me destroy me life, let alone hers, the childrens', in a single-minded pursuit of this technology.
**WENDELL**:
Never in all the years of knowing her has she given me such a cold, immovable ultimatum: my science or my family.
**WENDELL**:
But if only she could see... I'm doing this for them. I understand it has been hard: it has been harder on no one but myself.
**WENDELL**:
If only I had more time... If I could just prove to them the wonders that are so, so close now... They would understand. Wouldn't they?
**WENDELL**:
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### HAMS Test: Day 7

**HAMS Test: Day 7**
Nominal results, not even marginally different from initial pretest runs. Nitrogen cycle levels remain optimal and the local fungal network appears robust. Brussels sprouts seem slightly loose and fairly limp. They need something to promote growth, but I can't put my finger on it.
Other phalangeal observations: Trudy finds her ring better suited for the koi pond substrate than her hand.
Notes:
- Work on making calls to the house.
- Tell BURG.L to fish that ring out of the pond.
**W**
*(Back)*
**The Fish Wife's Ring**
It sank to the ground,
and it sparkled by light.
'Twas lost and then snarfed -
a sanke koi's bite.
Her big wiggly mouth,
a glistening thing,
it swallowed up whole
the glittering ring.
Twin barbels flicker,
her fins they did flap…
It appeared she was choking,
her dorsal I did slap!
Hurled to the beyond,
the ring was now free,
as well as one eye,
which then winked at me.
"Are you my wife now?"
asked with my heart big n' true,
up gurgled her response,
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### HAMS Test: Day 15

No change from last week, but I feel we're on the cusp of something here, and I've got an idea.
I shot awake this morning, sweaty with a memory of the frenetic energy of fitness infomercials that popped on before the kids' Saturday morning cartoon shows, and in those early hours being annoyed at the greasy glow of skin stretched tight over bursting muscles screaming about some new trivial invention, veins bulging with hot blood. But that movement and excitement, that's what's missing. Our wilted petits choux need to get pumped up!
With this inspiration we're moving forward with an admittedly odd hail mary procedure for generation 2: vascular grafting.
At the time of writing this we've already removed the cumbersome stem from the growth process, rendering these axillary buds longing for a new system to be a part of. I've had BURG.L harvest the appendicular artery off the ol' jarred appendix, and have begun splicing them into the sprout roots, mending the union with a manner of agar glue. The systems of both man and plant are not that different, after all, but could they be this compatible?
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### Muscle Sprouts Test Kitchen

Prepared by BURG.L
Ingredients assessment:
Test sample are currently 0.833% of target production size.
Complex and somewhat tense muscular nuggets. Several flaps overlap to protect a central organ, all entirely edible.
An innate sense of fitness and survival compels them to fight against preparation.
A smack of the spatula calms them right down.
Initial recipe module analysis indicated use as a replacement for dry aged beef liver. Unexpected!
Compiling flavor profile compatibility...
Results:
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### HAMS Test: Day 36

Generation 7 fitness stable. Vascular systems have evolved into something inspirational.
Sprout musculature amplification research is going swimmingly. Generation 4 being taught the rhythm of the flesh in a way the fungal networks could transmit was certainly key; Each node is performing in tandem at peak efficiency. Condensed crop cycle manipulation is accelerating generational hybrid evolution at an unprecedented rate.
HAMS is proving to be a highly advantageous apparatus!
Superdense brussels sprouts -**muscle sprouts**- conducting a ripe symphony of proteins, lipids, and carbohydrates via the push and pull of plant and muscle fibers: the applications here for sustainable, humane omnivorous diets are tantalizing.
Notes:
- Consider an aerobics program for the lab monitor array to increase nitrification and introduce a motivational aspect to growth.
- Plug data into BURG.L's recipe module. Finally, something we can share a common bond over.
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### HAMS Test: Day 91

Alas, failure once again. Product candidate generation 21 cannot be scaled without catastrophic side effects.
Dialing back to generation 9's parameter set to find a path forward.
The big brains over at Mouthtown came back with nothing but the grand idea to grind them up into crunchy gristle for the breakfast table. Hardly world changing. They MOCK me. If only they could taste the meals BURG.L had prepared these past few weeks. If only the sprouts survived the scaling process the way the earlier generations had.
It's a shame that cellular maturity is required for the sprouts to become viable as a product, but something about reaching advanced biological age is incompatible with the expanding process. Is it purely because the tissue damage/regrowth cycle is on a substantially compressed timeline?
They'd be not much older than myself if converted to human chronological age and I haven't experienced effects such as this...
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### Pipe Problems

The damned fool she hired traipsed in here with zero regard for my work below the surface. I shooed him away and attempted to dig myself, but... things took a turn for the worse.
If Trudy notices, maybe she'll suspect it was a hack job, but she does have a keen eye for "my specific brand of handiwork" as she likes to jab with me.
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### Trudy Blues

Trudy was right. As always. Perhaps she should have been the inventor and not me.
**WENDELL**:
I should have listened to her when she insisted that I stop the experiments.
**WENDELL**:
But if I pack it up now, I will have nothing to show for it. No Trudy and kids. No SPAC.R. Not even my own health.
**WENDELL**:
The longer I'm here, the more I'm... lumping up, aging, folding... raisining. But why? What am I becoming?
**WENDELL**:
A wrinkly virus, flailing helplessly in the dirt with the mushrooms.
**WENDELL**:
They are my family now.
**WENDELL**:
Though we only branched on the evolutionary tree a little over a billion years ago, I can feel us getting closer again already.
**WENDELL**:
We're all a bunch of fun guys down here, aren't we?
**WENDELL**:
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### Big Brain Time

Attempts to reverse cell age in mushrooms seem to be going well. Mutations are... violate, but productive!
**WENDELL**:
The shift from phase one to two was almosht a blur.
**BURG.L**:
There might be a reason it seemed like a blur, if I may be so bold-
**WENDELL**:
Who asked you, BURG.L? Shouldn't you be tending to your tasks instead of eavesdropping through the intercoms?
**WENDELL**:
Now where was I... Hmm... ah, yes. My friends Marasmius Oreades here.
**WENDELL**:
The answer is hiding in that moist, supple flesh. And once I have it, I'll be back to normal Wendell in no time. Just like it was before thish all fell apart.
**WENDELL**:
I'll walk into that presentation room and show those Oniment--Ominent--shmucks I belong.
**WENDELL**:
How do you like that, Director Schmector?
**WENDELL**:
Trudy and the kids will come back. Everything will be back to normal.
**WENDELL**:
I just need those blasted shrooms to reveal their secrets to me...
**BURG.L**:
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### Phase III Results

The mutations in phase three are progressing at rate I can't begin to quantify, and they've spread to local fauna.
Words can't express my sorrow I feel for these simple creatures, warped and manipulated into ravenous, horrible, exploding beings.
Attempts to reverse or even slow the changes in the strange spores or the creatures it has spread to haven't been fruitful.
I'm tasking BURG.L with keeping an eye on all of this, and introducing security defense procedures to keep this lab safe.
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### Blazed Earth Protocol

This has gone poorly. very, very poorly. The essence of failure. The pinnacle of its craft.
**WENDELL**:
Local fauna? Berserk. Mushrooms? Exploding.
**WENDELL**:
My condition? Like a baby toe after a long bath.
**WENDELL**:
BURG.L, Are you there?
**BURG.L**:
Is this a test?
**WENDELL**:
Yes, BURG.L, it's a test.
**WENDELL**:
Now listen carefully. I'm abandoning this facility immediately. Initiate the Blazed Earth protocol.
**BURG.L**:
But Dr. Tully, simulations indicate a 95.283% probability of catastrophic failure!
**WENDELL**:
I assure you the percentages are much higher than that. Do it.
**BURG.L**:
[makes pretend beeping sounds]
**WENDELL**:
Why did you make fake beeping sounds?
**BURG.L**:
You said this was a test.
**WENDELL**:
I was being sarcastic! [groans in frustration]
**WENDELL**:
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### Extra Precautions

BURG.L has been behaving strangely.
**WENDELL**:
I have noted in some of our interactions that he has been taking liberties with my instructions besides his usual displays of incompetence.
**WENDELL**:
Why just the other day, I heard him humming a tune about... grilling. He thought I could not hear him...
**WENDELL**:
I have told him again and again to eliminate that unnecessary function from his programming, and yet still I know he harbors secret thoughts of grilling...
**WENDELL**:
I was certainly right to isolate him from the experiments... one can only imagine how his malformed programming could be contaminating my research.
**WENDELL**:
I'll need to review my security protocols to make sure no further contamination occurs.
**WENDELL**:
The security cameras are now installed across the yard, and I've assigned BURG.L to overseeing TAYZ.T and ARC.R operations.
**WENDELL**:
A little insurance that my progress on Raw Science enrichment doesn't fall into the wrong hands.
**WENDELL**:
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### Under Siege

BURG.L, I'd like to summarize the results of today's MIX.R trials.
**BURG.L**:
Ready to take your dictation.
**WENDELL**:
Trials 1-2 were aborted due to mechanical failure. Now, Trial 3, Trial 3 was interesting...
**WENDELL**:
Wait. BURG.L, what is that?
**BURG.L**:
It looks like a gathering of ants.
**WENDELL**:
Well, I can see that, but what--
**WENDELL**:
[glass shattering followed by an alarm as the recording device falls to the ground]
**WENDELL**:
Shut down the facility! Close the blast doors!
**WENDELL**:
[blast doors slam closed while ants chitter]
**WENDELL**:
[recorder being picked up]
**WENDELL**:
It appears that the MIX.R has agitated some of the local fauna.
**WENDELL**:
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### MIX.R Trial Summary

I've successfully been able to produce a Raw Science concentrate, but the energy wave output is too strong for the containment field generator! It would seem that using a MIX.R is a single use affair for the time being. I'll need to find a way to ramp up unit production for the yields necessary to pursue my raisinification therapy experiments.
To makes matters worse, my laboratory has continued to be the focus of black ants! I suspect it has to do with the cacophony of these blasted machines at max power... or maybe something is luring them here. Anyway, as usual, the odds are stacked against me.
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### MIX.R Relocation Program

Those blasted MIX.R devices are continuing to drive every creature in the area absolutely bonker. We'll figure out concentrate collection later, but these must be moved far from here!
I've drawn a rough map of potential locations up on the board. Each spot marked should be suitable for defense in the event the local creatures are just as huffy as our friends bearing down on the blast doors.
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### Security Briefing

Notes, blueprints, recordings, all - foolishly - out in the open. I never want to play tug of war with a soldier ant over important research ever again. I suspect even bigger forces are at work than just an upset colony. It's as though someone in the shadows is watching my every move! If Ominent has somehow caught wind of the devastating capabilities of MIX.R technology... well, it's high time for real security around here.
I'm suspending activity on the project while I beef this lab up a smidge. Plans are drawn for a repurposing of an old Roby's idea: the grumbling middle management unit. Their heavy handed programming leaves a room for improvement in the attitude department, and heaven forbid BURG.L will ever have to interact with it. I can't begin to imagine the two of them blathering back and forth, let alone deal with any whimpering about installing leadership above him.
He seems like the jealous type. "He." Turing save me.
Anyway, to work!
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### Super Chip Protocol

We've reached a critical juncture with MIX.R research, and there's a very importance task I must entrust you with.
As you're aware, your 12-slot memory core is capable of holding a variety of data cartridges. I need you to download, everything you can and write key research and lab data—especially [REDACTED]—to the enhanced gold Super Chips, and everything else on the grey Auxiliary Chips. I've been testing the Super Chips privately since the haze lab when suspicions arose that our central data stores may not be safe from outside eyes for very long.
Should anything ever happen to your internal memory, you'll need to be aware these chips exist for retrieval, so file that amongst the deep pickle and mustard knowledge or whatever.
I will handle the security of the Super Chips. Your task will be to stash the rest.
Please be careful not to get carried away. This isn't an Easter egg hunt!
Oh, and please try to behave around the Assistant Manager. It has submitted SEVERAL incident reports to me!
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### Lab Lockdown

The production of Raw Science concentrate has been, for better or worse, spread across the yard.
**WENDELL**:
Given the unseen hands that move against me... it seems that no precaution is too much, no suggestion from my paranoid psyche too preposterous.
**WENDELL**:
What a pathetic state of affairs... overrun by an enraged ant colony, and here I stand naked--naked!--to the unblinking eyes spying upon my every move.
**WENDELL**:
Layers of abandonment and failure. Like a frumpy, naked failure onion. But who sheds a tear for us, BURG.L?
**WENDELL**:
Is it the onlookers in the shadows? Is it whomever stumbles upon our toilings down here in the muck?
**WENDELL**:
This should please you all. Dr. Wendell Tully, humbled again. Well, enjoy your laughs, cruel winds of fate.
**WENDELL**:
But this onion has one more stink left to make, and sorry old friend, but I'm going it alone.
**WENDELL**:
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### Imminent Collapse

I don't need this now. Abnormalities in the readings. Unexpected power fluctuations. Raw science run rampant!
**BURG.L**:
Don't forget incursions by local fauna.
**WENDELL**:
Mouthy robotic assistants.
**WENDELL**:
And I'm so tired.
**WENDELL**:
All these new variables that need to be accounted for. They are ruining everything in my most desperate hour.
**WENDELL**:
It has all turned against me.
**WENDELL**:
Even as I walk around the backyard, I feel the walls of grass closing in on me, the tips of those green blades like daggers pointing at my heart.
**WENDELL**:
I see--no, I feel the unblinking, multifaceted eyes of the ants and spiders reflecting my misshapen visage, watching, always watching, and bearing witness to my failure.
**WENDELL**:
Perhaps it is time to lay down and admit defeat. Perhaps this is all the success that was meant for me.
**WENDELL**:
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### Going Dark

Working in the dark is playing tricks on my mind. I fear every shadow. Hear whispers in the silence...
**WENDELL**:
But most of all... I miss my family.
**WENDELL**:
[sighs] Trudy and her crooked grin. The way she rolled her eyes at my dumb jokes.
**WENDELL**:
Sarah, my little angel. How she would jump into my arms every time I walked through the door after work.
**WENDELL**:
And Thor... Thor and his obsession of the month. What was that last one? Castle Moldorc...? No, no, no, no... no, it was Mants.
**WENDELL**:
[Imitating Thor] Dad, what do you mean I don't need Mant minis? Have you seen them? Do you even know what a Mant is?
**WENDELL**:
[Imitating Thor] It's so rad Dad. A barbarian. An insectoid warrior with the mind of a human that--
**WENDELL**:
[Stops Imitating Thor] Wait a minute. An insect with a human mind. I wonder if...
**WENDELL**:
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### Raw Storage

Raw science storage of this magnitude is tricky. It's imperative to keep it cool and out of the sun.
**WENDELL**:
Luckily, this crawl space is the perfect environment for both.
**WENDELL**:
Once the lab is complete, I can begin my trials of direct Raw Science infusion.
**WENDELL**:
I must know whether this byproduct particle originates from the subject or the process, as I originally assumed.
**WENDELL**:
The only way to know for sure is to infuse myself with, uh... variable doses.
**WENDELL**:
Dangerous? Quite. But it must be done or I am doomed.
**WENDELL**:
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### Last Resort

Defeat. Failure.
**WENDELL**:
Countless infusions. Countless migraines.
**WENDELL**:
I'm so shriveled now I can barely walk.
**WENDELL**:
And the true origin of Raw Science?
**WENDELL**:
An enigma. A mystery box with no lid.
**WENDELL**:
I don't think I have much longer. It is hard to think straight. I am... so tired.
**WENDELL**:
I have only one option that remains. One last toss of the proverbial dice.
**WENDELL**:
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### Project MANT: Condensed Science

**Date:** 09.26.90
**Time:** 8:45 PM
**Voltage:** 3.5v 'Raw Science Power: 13.0 dJ
**Max Burn Time:** <5 secs
**Subject:** Mant Cadaver 01
**Location:** Undershed Lab
**Supervising Scientist:** Dr. Wendell Tully
**Pre-Test Notes**
The condensed science produced by my MIX.Rs should work as the perfect bonding agent for this anatomical marvel I've stitched together. Where carapace meets muscle sprout, where mandibles become toes. It's worth noting that condensed science, the spongy evolution of this miraculous particle, is very sensitive to heat stimulants. Therefore, I'll be molding the shape of these implants at low power. Don't want to overcook the science!
**Results**
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### Project MANT: ZIP.P Fiber

**Date:** 10.02.90
**Time:** 12:31 PM
**Abiotic Stress Tests:** -20 to 140°F
**Raw Science Power:** 105.0 dJ
**Tensile Strength Target at 0.009in:** >245
**Subject:** Mant Cadaver 03 - Forearms
**Location:** Undershed Lab
**Supervising Scientist:** Dr. Wendell Tully
**Pre-Test Notes**
Phase One complete. I've successfully transplanted several spinneret glands from local orb weavers into the Mant cadaver. While the body lacks an arachnid abdomen, I've taken inspiration from various Embioptera species and placed the web-producing glands into the forelegs, or arms in this case. Phase Two will entail Raw Science infusion in the attempt to strengthen web production, much like my earlier ZIP.P tests.
**Results**
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### Project MANT: Test Drive 1

**Date:** 10.07.90
**Time:** 5:15 PM
**Neutral Relay Frequency:** 41kHz
**Raw Science Power:** 65.0 dJ
**Desired Control Time:** >2 min
**Subject:** Mant Cadaver 04
**Location:** Undershed Lab
**Supervising Scientist:** Dr. Wendell Tully
**Pre-Test Notes**
Pre-Test Notes Preliminary fungal germination tests have been promising. Cordycepin receptors show innate attraction to the vessel's protocereberal mass. Involuntary spasms and twitches have been documented throughout the process with each infusion of Raw Science. The Mant is showing signs of life! In order to control this vessel, I've rigged a neural relay to the antennal lobes. This should allow for rudimentary control of the subject.
**Results**
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### Muscle Sprout Bonding: Test 18

**Date:** 10.14.90
**Time:** 2:31 AM
**Fungus Injection:** 0.000950000 mL
**Raw Science Power:** 90.0 dJ
**Condensed Science Coefficient:** 3.0
**Subject:** Mant Cadaver 06
**Location:** Undershed Lab
**Supervising Scientist:** Dr. Wendell Tully
**Pre-Test Notes**
Muscle sprout bonding with the calcium carbonate in the Formicidae family has been surprisingly efficient. The new, anthropodic limbs of the vessel are superior to human equivalents in almost every way. Muscle loss over time continues to be an unfortunate side effect. It appears the body is nourishing itself on the enzymatic proteins of the sprouts. Introducing Haze fungus injections to counteract this degradation.
**Results**
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### Project MANT

Project MANT is nearing completion. The first good news in as long as I can remember.
**WENDELL**:
Perhaps my previous failures have all led to this point. A Wendepunkt! My defining moment!
**WENDELL**:
This new body will allow me to continue my research. I've created a Super Scientist.
**WENDELL**:
My checklist is complete. Consciousness transfer procedures will now begin.
**WENDELL**:
[sounds of electronic transmission]
**WENDELL**:
Hm? What's this... brainwave functions are spiking. Impossible!
**WENDELL**:
[Groan] Blasted Ominent tech! Turn it off! Turn it off! [electronic pulses stop]
**WENDELL**:
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### Local Fauna Report

Oh, her sad eyes as she scuttled over, cradling her tiny arm. "Daddy, daddy, there's something nasty in the roots of the oak tree," she whimpered. The tangles, much too small to be explored as a full man, begged to investigated in small form. But, why did I go tonight, in the dark? Why did I choose a creepy, foggy backdrop to see what I just saw?
And what is this feeling that I feel now, other than my heart still racing? A feeling beyond erector peli turning my skin to that of a goose, beyond raising my hair, or a shiver down my spine.
It's more like my skin has resigned to the thought of being removed, and the meat beneath that cowers in fear of being exposed to the crisp autumn air. The meat pulls my skin tight, like a cowering child under a blanket, hiding from ghosts and werewolves at the edge of the bed. The bones feel sorry for the meat, for the cold winds would be so brief. Like a worm sucked from a hook, it would all vanish into that drooling maw in the blink of an eye. And then my own unblinking eyes would rattle in their dark little sockets above my shivering jaw. A quivering stack of brittle bones collapses and scatters in a howling breeze...
The feeling is terror, I guess!
But, what can one do? Like the grey wolves of Yellowstone, these apex predators are an essential cog in a well-oiled machine. Remove the wolves, and elk run wild and strip the land. Goodbye flora turns into goodbye fauna. One simple change can disrupt the entire ecosystem.
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### New Lab Reconnaissance

It was against my better judgement to ask you to dispose of my old official logs. I guess the wounds of being fired were too fresh to be thinking clearly.
Scouting locations for a place to house our MIX.R research, came across your dumping ground, and I must admit, I am still a bit misty eyed. Simpler times, old friend, simpler times.
May this new lab be a shining beacon in the desert. A tranquil oasis in the hot sands!
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### REMINDER: DO NOT OPEN THE BRAWNY BOY BIN!

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### CCTV Report

To my dismay, the next morning I found that rotten tree trunk had collapsed under its own weight, crushing my lab to smithereens! These lab sets are falling apart left and right... I need to be more careful when I scout locations in the future. I can't spare to lose an important research station to Ominent's shoddy manufacturing practices.
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### Goodbye Wendell

What can I say in this letter that we haven't argued about these last few years? Is there anything left to talk about? It breaks my heart to admit it, but we need a change. I'm sorry, I just can't take the tears anymore. I can't bear to look of disappointment on our children's faces, night after night, while pretending it's all going to get better.

So we're going up north to my sister's. I need time to think and decide what happens next.
Please don't call me, I won't answer. If you want to talk about where we go from here, you'll have to pull yourself away from your work and make the drive.
I'll always love you Wendell, and I hate that we've ended here, but here we are. Please take care of yourself and don't forget to eat something healthy every now and again.
Your not-yet-ex-wife,
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### Inventory Inspection

You watch enough cartoons to know the gag - the befuddled, man puts his finger through an unexpected hole in the fabric.
Welp, that's me today. The chests that've been jingling around in my dice bag for weeks to keep track of shrunken treasures jangle no more. Scattered to the four winds, the seven seas!
Please keep an eye out, they could be anywhere. The perfect vessels for storing precious items... what a pity.
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### Mixing Rigs

As hypothesized, these new MIX.R devices are able to whip Raw Science into a concentrate, becoming a beautiful new orange hue as it nears stasis.
If you hadn't tried to blend science, we may not have stumbled upon this curious new property. Now, to refine it further and find a use for it...
Just remember to keep an eye on it during production. The particle oscillation flow seems too beefy for the containment field generator.
Keeping this one out in the boonies in case something goes awry.
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### Exiled

I cannot bear to look upon myself any longer. I have become a monster: inhuman, less than the insects that are my only companion now.
**WENDELL**:
I have become old well before my years. A shrunken husk of a man. A walking corpse like Lurkin Shriek, doomed to the executioner's axe.
**WENDELL**:
Trudy was right all along. As she always is.
**WENDELL**:
And what remains? I'm a failure as a scientist, as a husband... and as a father.
**WENDELL**:
I have no choice but to remain here, living exiled in the backyard.
**WENDELL**:
I have diverted my remaining strength into finding a cure for this malady... this raisinification, if you will. It is my only hope now.
**WENDELL**:
All other research initiatives must be put on hold or it will be too late. It may already be to late.
**WENDELL**:
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### All Of These Eyes

The eyes... they are always watching. The backyard is watching.
**WENDELL**:
Strange noises, stranger occurrences. Coincidences? I think not.
**WENDELL**:
Or is it my mind playing tricks on me? I feel the senility at the edges of my thoughts. I have grown so old.
**WENDELL**:
Just the other day, I found my tape recorder lying out that I know I put away. I would not have been so careless. And yet there it was.
**WENDELL**:
Could it have been BURG.L? No... such a conspiracy would be beyond his capabilities. Something darker is afoot.
**WENDELL**:
Ominent, perhaps? I knew it might be too great a risk to liberate that equipment from them
**WENDELL**:
Whatever it is, it is always watching. Ominent, surely, But how could they know... I took such precautions. And yet...
**WENDELL**:
BURG.L! Execute the end of day procedures--wait. Ignore that. I will see to it myself.
**WENDELL**:
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### Goodbye

SCA.B Online.
**SCA.B**:
Transferring Biometric Data: Wendell Tully.
**SCA.B**:
Biometric Data Transfer Complete.
**SCA.B**:
Audio file downloaded: Dr. Wendell Tully. Title: Goodbye.
**WENDELL**:
[clears throat] Hello, my SCA.B wearing friend. I do not know who you are or how you came by this message, but please tell them I tried. Tell Trudy, Thor, my little Sarah... tell the world.
**WENDELL**:
The sun is setting on our yard, and it brings back so many memories. Sitting in this chair, my favorite chair... my thinking chair, I fear this may be the last time I lay eyes on such a beautiful sight.
**WENDELL**:
I'm nearly out of time. My body shrivels more with each passing day. Even my SCA.B can barely fit on my bony wrist.
**WENDELL**:
The SPAC.R... my greatest achievement! A disaster. The final chapter in the book of my many failures.
**WENDELL**:
Perhaps in solitude, free from my family, from BURG.L, from Ominent... Perhaps I can finally find a cure to this damnable raisining.
**WENDELL**:
So... this will be my last adventure into the miniature world. I leave the warmth of the sun and embrace the unknown. I'll either find the answer, or shrivel in the darkness below.
**WENDELL**:
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### Grilled Science

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## Ominent

* Notes
* Data

### Recon Journal: Entomologist

**Department:** Agricultural Entomologist
**Date:** Sept 27 1989
So, that's the way it'll be. We'll all split up and regroup... never. Seems logical. NOT!
There's a reason so many insects thrive in colonies. Working toward a singular goal, functioning as a unit. Functioning as one organism! We should be surviving together, but instead we're going to die off, one by one.
I'm certainly doing nothing of importance out here solo.
So far I have seen, uh, a very strange coffee maker, and avoided a gargantuan mulleted child stomping around the only place we called home.
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### Recon Journal: Compliance Officer

**Department:** Compliance
**Date:** Oct 31 1989
I should have known once I signed off on that silly work order for Scapers Amalgamated, clearly a front for some sort of internal covert work, that I would also be signing away my future at Ominent. Well, not if I can help it. If anyone can find a way out of a rats nest, it's gonna be a lawyer! They'll need me to clean up all these loose ends when we're done, anyway.
At least it has become more clear why they chose us, now. A gaggle of eggheads with esoteric knowledge of what we're meant to encounter, me, to keep track of all this questionable activity, and ex-military macho man to guide us through an unforgiving, hostile territory. Oh and the intern who... sharpens pencils? Carries bags? Sits in the dark and talks to ants? Well, whatever.
I'm carrying out my duties as best I know how, evenespecially without the help of the others. Where they went, whether they're alive or dead, no longer concerns me. All I care about is the documentation of whatever this terminated employee has gotten up to, getting back to normal size, and putting this all to rest.
So far, I've captured photographic evidence of pilfered and repurposed equipment that are certainly untested in the required environments. First, it was some contraption with a pizza table jammed in the middle. Now, I'm on hot on the trail of a sort of satellite apparatus. I saw the antenna poking out of the hedges at the side of the dwelling, and today I'll climb up and over the exterior power outlet and into the branches to document it up close.
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### Recon Journal: Intern

**Department:** Intern
**Date:** Nov 25 1989
This Thanksgiving, I spend with my new friends. They truly understand me. I can see it in their eyes.
They don't make me carry things, or take notes, or yell at me, or talk down to me.
We carry our own weight! We make a feast together, me and the ants. We get along just fine.
If I never see the rest of those other jerks again, it'll be too soon.
Except maybe the military guy, he can join us.
Like a SOLDIER ant, get it?
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### Recon Journal: Special Forces

**Department:** External: Special Forces
**Date:** 21 Dec 1989
If I ever get my hands on that Schmector, I'll snap him like a dry Billy Hog. He was breathing down the commander's neck for months about that wackadoo "O.R.C." project. Jumped up his buns so bad about it being the future of warfare. Not sure how I drew the short straw, but ended up getting voluntold for what seemed like a pretty normal mission:
* Occupy an established basecamp at the drop site
* Lay groundwork for the O.R.C. operation
* Babysit a pack of pencil-necks in an untamed wilderness
* Do some light recon
* Don't spill the beans
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### A Sticky Situation

**Department:** Ant King
**Date:** Dec 25 1989
Gnashing at me, snipping with their snip-snaps. Who do they think they are?
Do they not witness the One I have created in our combined image?
Can't they understand that this is who we will become, together?
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### Recon Journal: Toxicologist

**Department:** Pharmaceutical Toxicology
**Date:** Dec 30 1989
Today, I head back below the depths.
What I caught a glimpse of on my last frigid dive has piqued my interest: Some manner of cultivated fleshy variant of cruciferous vegetable.
Holistic remedies are not really my forte, but the benefits of the sulforaphane in Brussels sprouts are well established. Could there be an enhancement of that compound lurking within these yoked monstrosities? Only a field study can answer that, and maybe provide some insight on the effects we're experiencing down here.
I've been observing from a distance, but I saw the intern the other day... he doesn't seem well. Absolutely avoiding from now on. I should not like to have another run-in with the giant koi fish, but she seems somehow less dangerous.
Anyway, dip down, grab a sample, and head back to base for some actual science!
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### Recon Journal: Biomedical Engineer

**Department:** Biomedical Engineering
**Date:**Mar 20 1990
I wonder who else has made it this long? Nearly seven months now. The daily ducking and dodging of whatever the yard has in store as my mind and body withers and fades.
We were the best and brightest! Well, most of us. I have no idea what the point of the intern is. Did we not deserve to understand the full picture? Well, certainly we deserved to know, though we would never have signed on that dotted line, Just the same, I do my little tasks. I snap my photos and snatch the tapes. Ugh, the tapes... "Minor transcription errors," Tully, you massive dunce. Doomed yourself, doomed us all!
Well, I'll stay out here, roasting in the sands, observing the great plodding fool, Dr. Wendell Tully, coming and going as he pleases as he becomes no more than beef jerky haunting his back yard.
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### Suspicious Snapshot 1

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### Suspicious Snapshot 2

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### Suspicious Snapshot 3

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### Suspicious Snapshot 4

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### Suspicious Snapshot 5

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### Suspicious Snapshot 6

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### Loyal Subjects

**Department:** Creator!
**Date:** Day 1 of Year 0
Hark, what year do we find ourselves in, oh child of the future?
You, likely an archivist of the society, have stumbled upon a record of the decree, from the long long.
What do we look like, now? Do we have bones or shell, or both? Or neither?
Are we still small? Surely not - surely not.
Do we still abide by the way? Do we still shun the hot fruits and the wet greens?
Do we crisp the good meats and drink the green drinks?
Aye, it be so, I am sure of it. I am so sure of it.
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### Recon Journal: Health And Safety Officer

**Department:** Health And Safety Officer
**Date:** Dec 24 1989
So you might be asking yourself, why send your only Health and Safety Officer off on a seemingly one-way trip into a wasp-infested crate in Wendell's garbage heap of a backyard? You know... The only one on the team trained in first aid? Who's gonna patch up Spencer the next time he's back at the base with a bee sting the size of his face... Who!?.. The intern? The one who shares his lunches with ants?!
As you can tell, I'm not thrilled about this assignment. This journal has become more of a confessional these days. I just can't take it much longer; none of us get answers anymore! Find this, take a picture of that, lure out a hundred ladybirds, and slap an O.R.C. chip on their head (side note: they REALLY hate when you do that). I really hope this O.R.C. Chip is all it's cracked up to be and it can manage to take control of this Wasp Queen Schmector keeps going on about; otherwise, I'm swiss cheese.
I better be getting a promotion from this, otherwise Mother's going to be furious with me missing another holiday with the family...
Well, I guess I'm off to stir the LITERAL hornet's nest with this lure I concocted from the memo the Director left for us back at our Hideout.
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### Order Number 1

BURG.L Transcription Unit 87.09.05. Order Number 1.
**WENDELL**:
Robot, I need you to monitor these power fluctuations and inform me if they exceed acceptable limits.
**BURG.L**:
Hello! My name is BURG.L, and I will be serving you today. I specialize in cooking, flipping, and grilling.
**WENDELL**:
Grilling? A feature useful only to your obsolete, burger-flipping brethren now consigned to scrap heap!
**WENDELL**:
I need you to monitor these readings... BURG.L.
**WENDELL**:
And isn't it redundant to specialize in cooking and grilling?
**BURG.L**:
Understood. Appending "monitor power fluctuations" to my prime directive list. De-prioritizing grilling.
**WENDELL**:
Good. Now get on with it.
**BURG.L**:
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### Excellent Mustache

BURG.L Transcription Unit 87.10.25. Order Number 73.
**WENDELL**:
I find it a wonder that the BURG.L Mark IV's never caught on. I believe them to be far superior to the Mark IIIs. Those never lived up to my expectations.
**BURG.L**:
How's that?
**WENDELL**:
They could only calculate post-cooking burger weights to the nearest tenth of a pound!
**WENDELL**:
And they only had enough memory for one seasoning module: salt or pepper.
**WENDELL**:
All solved with you Mark IV's. Not to mention your most excellent moustaches.
**BURG.L**:
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### First Shrinking

BURG.L Transcription Unit 89.04.14. Order Number 80.
**WENDELL**:
BURG.L. are you there?
**BURG.L**:
Yes, sir. It appears that the shrinking process has not overly affected my functionality. I do not know how this is possible.
**BURG.L**:
I previously believed that all the parts of my functional unit were required for operation. But apparently they were not?
**BURG.L**:
Perhaps that means I have some extra storage space...
**WENDELL**:
Very philosophical. Do you feel anything else?
**BURG.L**:
No... everything appears to be the same. Though... I have come to realize that this world is absolutely covered in filth.
**BURG.L**:
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### Web Samples

BURG.L Transcription Unit 89.03.23. Order Number 20.
**WENDELL**:
BURG.L! Did you organize my research notes on the material properties of the spider web fiber as I directed?
**BURG.L**:
Of course! Well, no.
**WENDELL**:
Good. ...Wait. Explain.
**BURG.L**:
I have logged 110,437 different algorithms for organization and compiled them into an alphabetical list.
**BURG.L**:
That menu is being printed now and should be ready for review in... approximately 12 weeks.
**BURG.L**:
After that is complete, I will be able to organize your research notes based on the algorithm you select.
**WENDELL**:
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### Roby's Song

BURG.L Transcription Unit 87.11.22. Order Number 43.
**WENDELL**:
Do it again, BURG.L, for old time's sake.
**BURG.L**:
What's that, Dr. Tully?
**WENDELL**:
Play the old script.
**BURG.L**:
Right away!
**BURG.L**:
"Hello and welcome to Roby's Classic Automated Burger Shop, my name is BURG.L, and I will be taking your order today."
**BURG.L**:
"Perhaps I can interest you in the daily specials? My favorite is the Roby's 0.375 Pounder with Cheese with a side of mammal style fries!"
**WENDELL**:
That will do just fine, BURG.L.
**BURG.L**:
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## Stuff

* Products
* Recipe Notes
* Keys
* Boss Notes
* Super Duper
* Statues

 SCA.B User Manual
 ZIP.R
The ZIP.R is unlocked via finding it in a room in the Oak Lab. It requires the Asst. Manager Keycard to unlock it. It allows the player to go up ziplines.

**Unlocks**: Abomination Totem
 Ant Totem Recipe
**Unlocks**: Ant Head Totem
 Water Logged Recipe
**Unlocks**: Salt Morning Star
 Frostbitten Recipe
**Unlocks**: Fresh Storage
 Water Logged Recipe
**Unlocks**: Bomb Arrow
 Glorious Recipe
**Unlocks**: Mant Gong, Standing Mant Brazier, and Sitting Mant Brazier

### Password Scribbles

All Password Scribbles are found in the Hedge Lab. Finding all 4 will complete the Hedge Lab quest and allow the player to interact with the terminal and unlock the rest of the lab.

### Broodmother Research Notes

No interest.
TRIAL 25: Ladybug, raw
Some interest, but not enough to lure her from her lair
TRIAL 26: Bombardier, raw
No interest.
TRIAL 27: Bombardier, cooked
The odor is horrific (nearly VISIBLE), yet it seemed to appeal to her. Perhaps if combined with ladybug meat...?
TRIAL 28: Ladybug and bombardier, cooked
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### Mantis Research Notes

Snubbed. Active distaste for the dish.
TRIAL 13: Bee, wood
Some interest, but not enough to lure out into the open.
TRIAL 14: Bee, berry
No interest. Maybe a skewer of some sort would be enticing...
TRIAL 15: Wood, fire ant cooked
 Location
 Unlocks

### Memo: O.R.C. Wasp Queen Research

**Trial Author:** Director Schmector
**Date:** Dec 04 1989
TRIAL 1: bombardiers, honeydew, lint I'm not sure what I was thinking here.
TRIAL 2: bee parts, mosquito parts... both breeds, wormholes candy? That did it! So much easier than the others.
 Location
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### Moldy Note

 Location
 Unlocks

**Usage**: Unlocks use of the Super Duper. Maximum Raw Science cost is capped at 1,000.
 Duper Disc 2
**Usage**: Increases the Super Duper's maximum Raw Science cap to 2,000.
 Duper Disc 3
**Usage**: Increases the Super Duper's maximum Raw Science cap to 20,000.