Xenobiological Intern’s Log: Observing the Human Known as “Reynolds”


    Date: [Unknown – Earth Calendar Incomprehensible]


    Intern ID: Trainee Observer Zil-Vatek 349 (I am not prepared for this assignment.)


    I have been assigned to observe Earth.


    This was not my first choice.


    I requested a quiet, stable observation post—perhaps a distant gas giant or a pre-industrial civilization.


    Instead?


    I have been stationed to monitor Sol-3, a planet where:


    ? The dominant species is actively accelerating its own destruction.


    ? Their “leaders” are more interested in arguing than avoiding planetary collapse.


    ? They have discovered nuclear weapons and immediately used them.


    ? They are currently experiencing an existential crisis about whether or not they are alone in the universe.


    They are not alone.


    I know this because I am watching them.


    And, most alarmingly, I have been assigned to monitor one specific human.


    His name is Reynolds.


    And after only a short period of observation, I have one conclusion:


    This planet is doomed.


    Phase One: The First Time I Observed Reynolds


    I was instructed to monitor human military research facilities for signs of biological enhancement experiments.


    At first, I thought Surely, this species is not that reckless.


    I was wrong.


    Within minutes of observing Project Canid, I witnessed:


    ? A human engineer screaming because a genetically enhanced canine had stolen his ID badge.


    ? An explosion in the distance that no one seemed particularly concerned about.


    ? A facility-wide security alert that was dismissed with “Oh, it’s just Cairo again.”


    ? A large, terrifying specimen known as “Nemo” casually carrying another human like a sack of grain.


    And in the middle of this chaos?


    A single, bewildered human.


    The one they called Reynolds.


    Phase Two: The Human Known as “Reynolds”


    At first, I assumed Reynolds was a researcher, a scientist, or at the very least, someone with authority.


    But after further observation, I have determined that Reynolds is simply trapped.


    ? He is not in charge.


    ? He does not control anything.


    ? He frequently mutters about “needing a new job.”


    ? Despite this, he is the one that both the genetically enhanced canines and the humans go to for help.


    The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.


    Why?


    I do not know.


    But I have concluded that his suffering is constant and inevitable.


    Phase Three: The Time I Witnessed Him Discover the Lost Three


    Recently, Reynolds began investigating a classified portion of his facility’s records.


    He discovered that three genetically enhanced soldiers had been “removed” from Project Canid.


    ? Their files were erased.


    ? Their existence was denied.


    ? Yet, they were still out there.


    Upon realizing this, Reynolds experienced great distress.


    He attempted to ask his colleagues for answers.


    None were given.


    Instead, he was met with:


    ? A cryptic smirk from “Cairo.”


    ? An amused chuckle from “Smoky.”


    ? An uncomfortable silence from “Nemo.”


    ? A slow, knowing smile from “Rags,” which I have determined to be extremely concerning.


    At this point, I noted that Reynolds’ heart rate increased significantly.


    I do not blame him.


    Even I—**a being not of this world—**felt unease.


    Phase Four: The News Report That Made Things Worse


    Not long after, a terrestrial news source reported an attack.


    ? The victim: A human with a history of criminal behavior.


    ? The attacker: Described as wearing a “dog-like mask.”


    ? The outcome: The victim later convicted of crimes against a child.


    Reynolds read this report.


    He realized, almost immediately, what I had already concluded:


    ? One of the missing three is not just alive.


    ? He is hunting.


    ? He is targeting those he deems “unworthy.”


    His response?


    A long, exasperated sigh, followed by:


    "Oh, that’s just great. We’ve got a rogue Batman dog out there."


    I do not know what “Batman” is.


    But I do know this: Reynolds fears this development.


    So do I.


    Phase Five: What This Means for Earth


    ? This planet is in crisis.


    ? Its governments are weak.


    ? Its technology is unstable.


    ? Its enhanced super-soldiers are no longer under control.


    And now?


    Now, the lost ones have returned.


    And I do not think they are coming back to make peace.


    Final Thoughts (I Would Like to Be Reassigned Immediately)


    ? Humanity was not supposed to reach this level of military biotechnology.


    ? They have done it anyway.


    ? They have lost control of their own creations.


    ? And now they do not know how to contain them.


    ? Reynolds, somehow, is caught in the middle of all of this.


    I do not know how this ends.


    But I do know this—


    If these “Good Boys” are truly loose in the world, Earth’s fate may already be sealed.


    I will continue to observe.


    End Log.