(TTSSC) This Is Only A Test . . ., page 1

It's 06:15 and I sense that something is wrong. The interns have not come
to open the facility as they do everyday at 06:00. During the night I also
noticed very unusual activity involving the closed-circuit television
cameras. Every camera was actively sweeping all night, instead of the
usual one or two. All eighteen cameras watching us closely all night ?
Maybe, . . maybe they were on to us ! Maybe they saw something ! Just in
case, . . . just in case, we're making preparations to escape through an
old pipe tunnel that runs underground some 400 ft. back to the power
station.
.....................................

Huge stainless steel doors with cipher locksets closed and sealed off the
laboratory from the rest of the compound. At 06:30 automatic spigots
opened inside to release poisonous gas, filling the interior with instant
death.
.....................................

Building #119 was alive with the sounds of heavy laughter and partying.
Scientists and doctors and interns and military mingled together inside as
the celebration continued. A celebration for the successful conclusion of a
very, very close call. It had only been two weeks since the containment
and ultimate destruction of Lab 2 in sister building #118 across the tarmac,
but today was the end of it. Today the lab had been officially declared
sterile, after a week of gasing and another week of internal flame-burning.
Nothing could have survived, nothing. And to think they had come within a
few hours of opening Pandora's Box ! The partying became louder as the
consumption of alcohol increased, and the consumption of alcohol
increased because they all realized they had been lucky as hell ! The extra
night-time surveilance had done the trick ! They laughed and drank and
talked about their individual contributions.
........................................

Huge stainless steel doors with cipher locks closed and sealed off lab 3 in
building #119. The party turned into a scramble for safety, but no one was
able to escape. At 20:30, automatic spigots opened inside to release
poisonous gas, filling the interior with instant death.
........................................

I am about the size of a large dog now . . and still growing. Those
injections are something ! And my fur is so shiny! We are continuing to
manufacture the precious fluid . . . in bulk. And we owe it all to your
stem-cell research.