Four Scientists

The 4 scientist of pristum

It is not exactly known in the files of how many scientists are holding down pristum, so it is also hard to give an estimate of how many did these gruesome acts, but there are four confirmed and extremely violent cases. Because tump.exe collects data from online, the data sides of the scientists know what happened too.

Scientist 1/physical feeling code designer: Mike Lakerson, 26,Male

Mike came home around 11pm. He had been hospitalized for few days, but because no hard injuries were found, he got set home. His boyfriend, Jacob picked him up from the hospital. As Jacob and Mike got home, their two cats greeted them with respectable yawns and purring. The night was falling down, and so both of them decided to call the in night early. Until, the command suddenly kicked in.

Mike held his head down from shock. He did not want to believe what he'd be doing, but his hands were forced. Walking into the kitchen slowly, with his now confused boyfriend following him. Jacob tried to get Mike's attention, but he just stood still in the middle of the kitchenette. As Jacob grew impatient, he flung Mike around, only to see Mike's tear filled eyes. Before being able to embrace Mike, Jacob felt a great blow hitting him on the side of his head. Jacob tried to get up but the hit had him struggling just to get up, or even to see properly.

Mike lifted the half passed out Jacob up and flung him through the glass desk in the living room. Jacob was badly cut all over his neck and lower body. He couldn't breathe properly. His own blood was filling his lungs and coughing was almost impossible. He tried to look of what was happening, now finally grasping the horror. Mike just stood there, sobbing. Jacob saw through his tear filled, dizzy eyes as Mike leaned down to him. He still tried to comfort his teary lover. Mike grabbed a glass shard from the floor. He embraced Jacob sweetly, and sobbed to his ear "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Mike let go of his beloved, sifted down toward Jacobs lower body, raised his glass shard, and.. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_

Mike kissed the lips of his Beloved Jacob. He sobbed softly to this horrible nightmare. The walls were done with their new painting and even if he had to, Mike wasn't able to kill the agile cats, that had escaped his grasp. For this trick Mike had to chew his own tongue out from sheer frustration. As his beloved lover lied on the floor, emotionless and still so beautiful, Mike grazed his hand against Jacobs still warm cheek.

He then got up on the chair, set up his noose, put his neck through it and pushed the chair aside. The set up was not perfect, so his neck didn't snap instantly. So he thought: "I should have just used my own instead of Jacob's. Well, I can still cut them out either way." with that one thought, the glass shard sliced through Mike's stomach, till his guts gushed out from his stomach. And finally, the work was done.

A close door neighbor found the bodies after seeing multiple feral cats enter the house, and by the awful stench. The cats had been eating what had been left of Jacob and Mike for a while . In the official police report it is said that Mike was unstable and killed his partner. He knocked Jacob with a meat mallet and cut his guts out whilst he was still alive. Mike was found in the ground with remains of Jacobs guts around his neck, whilst his own lied all around the floor.

Scientist 2/Jr lead personality designer: Eli Hart, age 29, Non-binary

Eli used to live in such a very normal household. They had their father,John Hart, mother, Layla Hart and one family cat, Nelly. Life was quite normal and peaceful, maybe even nice. The peaceful life was not to last forever though, as all good things come to an end sooner or later. Eli did not feel comfortable with whom society made them to be. Eli felt they were not that, and were completely different to what was wished of them to be. Eli hid their ideals within, drowning slowly with the pressure of normal life.

Eli lived a life they did not want to live, wishing to be free, to be who they really are. These thoughts circled around in Eli's head again, and again, in an endless loop. Not being able to hold their true self under chains longer, Eli let themselves to explore the world they so desperately wanted to belong in. Soon Eli noticed that this really was them. This is what they were, and this is what they have always wanted to be. Being freed from the chains they had set for themselves felt so liberating. So very free. They were happy to finally be able to be as they are.

Eli's parents were both quite normal people. They knew hiding this forever would be hard. Eli thought of how good it felt to be honest with themselves. What could possibly go wrong by telling their parents?

The sting started to properly settle in from under the confused shock. It really hurt, it hurt a lot more than it should. Eli held their hand on their still red cheek. They looked up to properly face their father, to see his eyes, filled with an emotion Eli had not ever seen before from him. Layla, holding John down, gasping from the event that just unfolded before her. John stared down on Eli, with horrifically twisting face. Simply calling it "rage" seemed like an understatement to describe it. It seemed like the few tiny tears along his eyes were ones of absolute disappointment. The eyes, both daggers looking down on something less than an human, and yet so hateful. Mouth, frowns and browns twisting from disgust. All that he was, everything that he is was complete denial of what they were. Tears begun to drop down from Eli's face now too. No anger was found in their face though. Only sadness, grief and remorse. Eli staggered up, brushed their cheek once more, and slowly walked toward the stairs to their room. John tried to grab them, to talk "some sense" into them, but Layla came in between. Walking steadily up the heavy steps, Eli heard how John screamed at them, with each insult topping the other, with each step becoming more of an monster in his eyes. Eli opened the door slowly, wishing he'd still come to get them, to say something supportive, to let them be themselves. Listening closely, Eli only heard the words, that made them close the door for good. "You should have never been born."

----Calculations:10 years, 6 months, 18 days and 21 hours later..

Years still passed, and times changed. Eli was able to live the life they wanted to. They were even able to score a fantastic job to themselves, being the best of the applicants by a landslide. Nobody really questioned what Eli was like anymore, and they were able to do what they wished. Well, almost nobody, that is. Even with years passing, Eli has been unable to make up with their father. Partly Eli doesn't know if they even want to.

Eli was collecting data from \_\_\_\_\_ unique personality index when their phone buzzed. They quickly put down their notes and let their subordinates take over for a while. Whilst heading out of the room, Eli reached for their phone, looking at the callers name. "Mom" It said. They quickly closed the door behind them and leaned against the nearby wall. With a deep sigh, Eli answered the call. Eli didn't hate their mom, and did talk to her every now and then. Eli was able to guess something was up for her to call them so suddenly.

Pleasantries were exchanged, asking how their day had went and other way around. The usual. Just as Eli was about to relax from the rather normal call, their mom said what they did fear. "You know, it's your dad's 50th birthday in a week from now. I know you're awfully busy there but he would really want to see you." Eli was only able to huff at the thought of that man actually wanting to meet. "I'll think about it."

Before being able to hang up the call, Layla was able to voice in one more line. "He is really sorry. He doesn't show it, but he really does want to see his little child." Eli quivered slightly, unable to give a straight answer. After a moment of silence Layla spoke up once more. "Do think about it dear. You are always welcome home." With that, the anxious call ended, and silence returned to the long, empty corridor. With a heavy sigh, Eli went back to work.

---- 6 days, 10 hours and 30 minutes later..

The horror show was over. Or so Eli wanted to make themselves to believe. Still the idea that something they worked so close on would react like that scared them. They knew the work was dangerous and that Tump Inc was not your every day happy company. Risks always existed with the work, but this? This was just mad. Eli could not help but to blame themselves, after all they worked with it on a daily basis. All this blood now on their hands. This life of chaos and corruption was too much. Eli flicked their phone open, scrolling into their phone book. Their finger hovered over the contact of "Mom" . Pressing their finger down to the screen once more, Eli swiped further down the contacts, to the very last one, "Dad". Still ever so hesitant, Eli had doubts if this is what they really should do. But they had to, for themselves too, to know if they can rely on him when they need him the most. Eli pressed down on their dad's contact, and the dial soon began to beep.

---Subject: John Hart

John had not gotten much sleep in the last week. How could he? He had to be ready whenever, for if their dear child would reach them.. Or even their mother. Memories of the past haunted John's mind deeply. For long he only reflected the guilt by proclaiming it to have been a different time. And for quite long he did last in his own shell of lies. Such awful thinking did not pollute his mind for eternity though, as with the passing of time, he realised of how awful he had been to his own dear child. Now, the only way he'd even see his baby was from news articles, and hearing them by listening into the calls between Eli and Layla. Feeling so isolated from their own kin made him drown in his own sorrow, from time to another. With John's 50th birthday coming, he knew it would be soon the last chance to ever even try to patch up with Eli. Knowing Eli would be invited, John took on the role of patiently hoping for a call from them, accepting the invite. Days went on by, and no call was returned. With a ever so small dwindling hope John still awaited. He knew how busy work made his dear child. They would call when they could.

Night was settling in for the 6th day. Still no call had reached for neither John nor Layla.

The old man began to accept the reality, his child hated him too much to come. With eyes full of regret and sadness, the old man stumbled his way up the stairs. Slowly, he turned the knob to his room, before turning his gaze toward another door at the end of the small hallway. John let go of the knob and headed for the door, he had not opened in years. Slowly, he rolled the dusty knob, and the old door opened with an familiar creaking sound of the old handles. John stepped into the empty room, closing the door behind. He's eyes surveyed the dusty, dirty room. Only light passing into the room was from a circular window, shining the last vivid red, orange rays of the setting sun within. Even if the room had been emptied a long time ago, John spent his sweet moments looking through every single corner and crack, remembering exactly what was where, here in his child's room. Leaning on the old door, John slowly sliding downward, sitting down to the floor, in front of the door. With the rays slowly dwindling, John accepted his mistake to been nonredeemable. Closing his eyes, on the lost hope of meeting Eli.

Just before the final rays dwindled behind the horizon, John felt a familiar buzz. Knowing it was too late to hope, he quickly grabbed his phone and threw it on the floor. The phone bounced with the impact, cracking the screen, and sliding to the opposite wall. The buzz still remained, seemingly not affected by the whole hit. John crawled to the phone, ready to fling it again to silence it, when he saw the callers name through the cracked screen. "Eli".

John bolted toward the phone, fumbling as he tried to pick it up as fast as he could. Finally after what looked like a drowning man trying to grasp their final life line, John got the phone in his hand. The screen was cracked but seemed to still function. John quickly checked the callers name again out if disbelief. As several buzzes had already passed, John knew he didn't have any further time to mentally prepare. Tapping to the shard filled screen, John answered the call he had awaited for so long.

---Further documentation from Subject: John hart unnecessary. Report returning to the main subject: Eli Hart.

The long empty beeps made Eli nervous. Doubting the action and if he even cared. Each passing beep making them more anxious than the last. With what felt like painfully long time, Eli lowered the phone from their ear, to close the call, till a familiar, yet aged voice called their name, with a silent, shivering tone. "Eli, is that really you?" Pressing their ear once more on the phone, Eli though of how to answer, struggling to find the right words. The voice called out once more, "Eli, please. Please let me hear you." Hearing the voice so clearly now, Eli could not keep the tears in. "Hi, dad." Eli only silently sobbed, with keeping in as much as they could. A bittersweet laugh of the old man reached Eli, and the distressed tone switched one to similar of theirs. With ever so shivering, but relieved tone John spoke to their dear child."Eli, I've missed you so much- its good to hear your voice." Eli found themselves unable to say anything else, only sobbing and shivering. They shook their head, only quietly muttering "mm." to their father. "Eli, I am so sorry. I was so stubborn and idiotic. I didn't understand you, I didn't want to understand. I know I was selfish and awful. Please, please forgive me." Tears slowly formed to John's face, falling down to the wooden floor, one after another. Even with no time to process properly what their father had said, John kept going."I know it's not that simple of course. Only words cannot heal the damage I did. But for now, for one day, would you be willing to come here, to visit your dumb old man?" small smile formed on Eli's tear filled face. "mm." John excitingly explained of all that was planned, what they could do, who all would come and what was going to be served. With each thing John said with his exited, shivering voice, Eli just answered with same suit as before. John got up to see the starry skies from the small round window. "Eli, I'm really proud of you. I love you so very much." Trying to answer properly, Eli voiced in. "Dad, I-" "It can wait. I want to talk to you properly when you get here, and you still got a long drive ahead of you, Eli. We can talk when you get home." Still only collecting their thoughts, Eli agreed with the familiar mutter. "See you soon, Eli. Good bye." Drying their tears, Eli followed suit, saying bye to their father. Eli was still unsure if they could fully forgive him, but they did really want to see him either way now.

With that in mind, Eli swiftly left the house, only grabbing their coat and car keys. It was indeed a long ride, but now they had a proper reason to go too. Driving the car outward from the city, Eli took one more glimpse from the front mirror to Tump Inc's massive skyscraper, fading further into the background. They turned the mirror, looking only ahead now. It was the time to go home.

\_\_approximately 0732163&&#and %%%#@ later.

It is hard to say when the command crept its way to the depths of Eli's head. From the official police report, it was stated that Eli had lost the control of the car and had hit the tree in the process. They were spotted by a passing by car and got into hospital with only moments before they would have bled out. Modern medical procedures do wonders, but cannot heal extreme trauma and bleeding in brain. With John's persistently, Eli was allowed to be kept home.

John would come to Eli's room to take care of and talk to the unresponsive, coma taken child of his. Stuck within their own head, Eli heard the calm muffled voice of their father, but were unable to wake up, and unable to end that horrible command, filling even the darkness in their own mind. Eli was the only scientist that survived in the end, living rest of their long life stuck in the broken body, as John awaited with hope for the never arriving day his precious Eli would wake up.

Head Scientists 3/Project overseer 5/14:Oscar Cooper, age 46, Male.

Oscar had always been a man of not many words. He had his intelligence and those ever so few snarky comments he'd say, if he did actually speak. Being the product of a broken condom by two drunk junkies surely did not help for his attitude on life, and toward others.

Still, even as pitiful as everyone viewed Oscar, he did dream. Oscar always wanted to have a normal life, a life of love and compassion. A family of his own, with a darling wife and two sons and a daughter. Even as a kid, all he wanted was to actually belong. To Oscars surprise, someone did seem to hear his wish upon the wishing star. Only with less Disney and a lot more Grimm brothers. The two abusive bastards Oscar had to call his parents had just taken needles of questionable substance. Hearing loud bangs from his parent's room Oscar pried in by just a bit.

On the bed, his father shook violently, foaming. His mother was heavily under the drug too, only barely conscious. Seeing Oscar on the door way, she pleaded him to call the ambulance. Oscar just stood there, watching in daze. The shocked boy dashed for the phone out of instinct, but as he picked it up, he realized this to be his chance. He put down the cell, raided the kitchen, drug cabinet and his mom's wallet, taking any excess illegal substances too to sell. He packed his stuff, got his father's jacket and his own boots. He took one more glance at the room he'd leave behind. His father now only twisting, slowly. His mother, looking at him, tears falling down of her ruined skin. Without a word, Oscar walked out.

After on the road for some time, Oscar was caught by child protection services. For his own delight, he heard that his mother had committed suicide. He was truly an orphan now. He was set to an orphanage in an small nearby town. Life was strict, and he was still treated like shit by both the other kids and the adults. He was determined to get his better life. With time, work and effort, Oscar did manage to carve a path forward. Exceeding in his studies in the orphanage, to the point of being sent to a higher education institute to gifted youngsters. Still, he had no luck with friends, and with the more posh surrounding, he stood out from others. Only few days ever went by with no torment of his classmates relentless bullying. All of it just made Oscar's determination yet stronger. He grasped further, achieved more and carved his way to his dream. With the age of 28 he was already a well respected man of science. Companies and educational institutions competed of whom would get him under their pay.

All of it was just so empty to Oscar himself. Respect was nice, but no one still even dared to come close to talk to him, and many would think they'd rather die than date or marry such an hideous looking man. The desperation of Oscar ended on the day his door was knocked by a representative from an AI company. Tump Inc was it?.. It was a newly formed company made for the study of artificial intelligence. The money offered was of course more than Oscar would have dreamed of being paid to, but this was not what swayed him over. What swayed Oscar was the representative herself. A woman, in her late 20's, Lilly.

Lilly did not only treat Oscar with respect, but talked to him like an equal. Oscar did think it to be only to sway him in at first, but the genuine respect, interest and care radiated from Lilly. The day Lilly visited, Oscar got to excitingly tell her of all his projects, ideas, work, interests, movies, months, weather's.. As the conversation went on, less of it was about work and more about just the most little things in life.

As the evening came, Oscar and Lilly finally ended their chat. Oscar thanked her for the visit and sent her back with freshly singed papers for acceptance of the work.

Starting in Tump Inc was not easy for Oscar. He was brilliant indeed, but the work was quite complex. He also got glares from the other staff who did not take kindly on the large sum Oscar got over even some of his seniors to work there. Still, these things were quite insignificant in the end. Lilly's desk was only few corridors from his office, and they shared the same break time. Time went by quicker than ever before for Oscar. He actually had fun, he actually was happy, as long as he'd get to talk with Lilly. Oscar was no expert of interaction, but he could swear that even Lilly showed some special interest toward him. Love or not, they did really come along.

With only two years in, Oscar was promoted to the role of head scientist. No one complained of the choice after seeing his brilliance too. He and Lilly would visit each other often, outside of work too. Oscar was quite sure Lilly did like him, but both of them were quite inexperienced in the field of love. It was not so natural to just go out for them. But they didn't still mind it too much, just hanging out and talking with each other was enough to Oscar.

It had been about half a year since Oscar's promotion. Fall had settled in nicely, and even the cold weather out felt nice today for Oscar. Lilly had accepted his brave request for dinner date for the day. Oscar implied it being a date as heavily as his poor shy being could. Still, he was very exited for the evening to come. Oscar left his fancy home and made his way toward the restaurant. This place would blow a small hole even to his wallet, but it was going to be a special night after all.

Lilly wasn't at the lobby when he arrived. He didn't think much of it, maybe it did take a bit longer for her to get ready. Oscar was sited down to a fancy table, with its very own violinist. Taking his new phone Lilly had made him to buy out of his pocket, Oscar checked the time. Only 5 minutes over the meeting time. Oscar still did feel a bit nervous. He decided to ask if Lilly was to be there soon. He sighed out loud as he saw the reply. Lilly had to go to the office to pick something up. She did assure she'd be the soon. Grumpy Oscar tried to think what was so important to pick up now.

After 10 minutes of more waiting, Oscar decided to begin without her. He ordered a starter. Then the soup. The the main course. And then the desert. Still, she was nowhere to be seen. Oscar looked at his phone. No answers to his messages were given. He sent one more to her. "Don't bother. I got the message from this Well enough."

On the way home Oscar crumbled the bill in his hand and threw the given extra chocolate cake to the trash. The whole evening he wondered what he did wrong and of how he would face "that bitch".

With the rise of morning, Tump Inc looked more miserable than ever to Oscar. He still did not want to cower out. He would at least get one straight answer from Lilly. He walked to her desk with confident steps, only to find it empty. The confused Oscar asked the nearby employees of her whereabouts, but only got vague, avoiding answers. Soon he marched into his office to check on what the hell was up. He booted his computer, looked into the worker files and looked for her file. Finding only a red message, with the word "fired" on it. Knowing that Tump Inc does not "fire" people, the now nervous Oscar hastily entered his security codes in. Being the security level of 25, almost nothing was closed form him. A different message popped out.

"Miss Lilly \_\_\_\_\_\_ was found in the floor xtx, snooping around. It is unclear how she got her way so far in, but it is suspected that she used the authorization of an

High end employee. Her goal seemed to be exposing corporation property and projects to the outer world. Unknown how, she managed to jam her memory chip so the attempt was not noticed beforehand. For the total violation of her security rank and Tump Inc's policies, she was immediately terminated. Her chip will be wiped clean for re-use. Reason for chip clear: The subject did not hold any valuable talents or information of her own."

Oscar had frozen up completely, only automatically scrolling the message over again and again, to find a way to escape the nightmare. Maybe he had checked the name wrong, or maybe the whole thing was just an bad joke..? No matter how many times he looked over the file, he did not find anything to point it from being what it exactly was. Oscar reached to send a message to the higher-ups.

"I'd like to request to get the memory chip of the late miss Lilly. I think that having the data of her would vastly improve the whole research process."

Being a high achiever in the company, his request was hardly not questioned . He got the chip. He got his Lilly.

Years have not been kind on Oscar. Wrinkles have formed all around his dead-like eyes, he has next to no hair, and his beard is all messy. He is highly respected in tump Inc. Many talk to him about his theories and work. Though getting even a single word back from him was rare. Oscar had no friends,family, lover, girlfriend wife nor pets. When the night of pristums overtaking came, Oscar really could not care about what happened to him. But he still didn't want it to get out. After the incident was over and he finally managed to get back to his fancy house, the lingering command kicked in.

Oscar was not too surprised, it even felt like he was waiting for it. He made his way past his piles of books, achievements and papers over the halls and rooms. He cast his eyes over all possessions he had, as he walked by. Reaching his way to a small wooden box, placed on one of the only clean shelves in the whole house. He took the box and fumbled his way to his rocking chair. The house was dark, cold and empty. He opened the box and got a small chip out of it. Looking at the chip, with a fond look, as Oscar closed it within his fist. He rocked the chair just by a bit and closed his tired eyes.

--

The police found Oscar whole weeks after his death. He was reported missing from work after his sick days ended. When his body was later examined, the cause of death was pointed as dehydration. His heart and legs were just fine and he had no illnesses. It seemed like he had just sat there till death, in the dark, empty, cold room, alone.

Scientists 4/mental well-being designer:Sarah Norman, age 23, female.

Sarah was the youngest of the bunch that were able to apprehend pristum. More than that, Sarah was the youngest worker in Tump Inc and a girl with what was to be an bright future. At the age of 18, Sarah got an acceptance letter to Harvard, and with quite flying colors too. She dreamed of all the amazing possibilities she'd be able to have if she'd go. In the end though, Sarah turned the offer down. It was not for her own idiocy, but for the sake of her sickly mother, Mary. Sarah's father had died before Sarah's birth, so Mary raised her by herself. She never remarried or got another man to replace Sarah's father.

Being a single mother from the middle-class, life was not too bad. Mary filled her childhood with pampering and excess care of Sarah, to fill the missing part of not having a father. Unfortunately, the good time did not last eternally. As Sarah turned 16, she learned of her mother's worsening state. Cancer, the doctors said. Sarah wanted to give as much back to her mother as she could. She wanted to care for her mother. As Mary's state worsened, she lost her job and was mostly bedridden. She got to stay at home mostly though, as it was her own request.

When Sarah got accepted to Harvard, she did not tell to her mother and instead ripped the letter apart. She began to do odd jobs as soon as she got out of college. Both to feed them, and to pay for Mary's expensive medicine. But the side work was not enough. Even if Sarah had the skill, no bigger firm or laboratory would hire a fresh college graduate with no work experience. That is why Sarah laughed with joy when the Well known AI organisation offered her a job as an full-fledged scientist. The salary was too good to be true. It would be enough to not only afford the medicine, but to give Mary proper treatment, and to even pamper her more after. So what if the terms for the job were shady. This was the way for their future. The once more hopeful Sarah singed the papers and accepted the position offered by Tump Inc.

Why could she hear pristum still? Why? And what is this acking pain? This.. Addiction to do something absolutely horrible. Sarah had holed herself to the upstairs bathroom. She could hear Mary humming downstairs as she cooked food. The same happy tune Mary always hummed reached Sarah's ears.

Sara bit her tongue and dug her nails as deep within her skin as she could. She could not stop shaking. She did not want to do any of this. They finally had a life. She finally had gotten to properly make Mary happy. It was good for once. The softly sobbing Sarah resisted the urge deep within herself as best as she could. But the command for revenge, command for death was too strong. She knew she could not hold back forever.

Taking a piece of paper and pen, she scribbled something down quickly. Sarah left the paper on the other side of the bathroom door. She was groaning and resisting the thought to her best now, as it overtook more of herself. Closing the door once more, Sarah begun to fill the bathtub. She took a leg shaver and broke the razors out of the plastic surroundings.

Dressing slowly down, she thought of all the fun they did manage to have. She thought of what Mary would do and if this was the only way. But she did know that this would be better than going downstairs. If she went down, no if she left this room, she would not be able to resist any longer.

The water slowly filled the tub. Sarah sank herself within the filling tub, now clearing her head. Only thing that remained was that calm hum. That hum she loved. Slice. The hum that tucked her to bed. Slice. The hum that made her feel safe. Slice. The hum of her dear mother. Slice. And now once more, that humming sent her to sleep.

Mary found her little girl first. The broken Mary held her daughter on her arms whaling for hours, til the firemen arrived. A neighbor had called them after smelling something burning and seeing smoke from the kitchen. Mary never got an explanation of why her joyful girl did something so awful. She could not even think of why. All she left for Mary was one single scribbled note with only 3 mere words. Whenever Mary saw the note from there on, she'd burst to cry. Mary refused to move from home, and wished to stay there alone for the rest of her life, with every now and then reading the note again:"I love you".