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Captian's Log 2900

It is the 458th day into our five year journey on the starship -REDACTED- and one week since Private -REDACTED- passed away after being exposed to an alien artifact during an exploration mission. Shortly after exposure, Private -REDACTED- began experiencing a combination of headaches and stomach illness before going into a coma and expiring.

During the atopsy, Dr. -REDACTED- confirmed the presence of a foreign object, clearly alien in origin. It was changing the Private's body, rearranging it on a cellular level. Organs were being changed to fit new functions or were otherwise being created from seemingly nothing. Lieutenant -REDACTED- recommended that the body be destoryed and ejected into space. Against my better judgement, I aligned myself with the opinion of Dr. -REDACTED-, who believed that the creature's genetic abilities should be studied for future benefit.

Since that time, the creature has been isolated and it's mutations studied. Private -REDACTED-'s body has been reduced to a twisted husk, the creature seeming to use every bit of its host to create a rudimentary new form for itself. The creature shows no reaction to any outside stimuli, beyond the occasional moan, as if it's only concern is to evolve.

After studing the creature, members of the Research Team reported symtoms similar to Private -REDACTED-'s. They were immediately sent to quarentine, where symptoms progressed. Despite this, I fear that it may be too late. The entire research team have passed from their illness and other members of the crew have fallen ill. While I have yet to contract any illness so far, I fear that we are all infected.

I have ejected all escape pods and disabled the ship's power. If any ship happens to come our way, destroy us, or otherwise leave us be. We shall be nothing more than moaning husk of flesh and metal floating through the darkness of the void.

This is Captain -REDACTED-, signing off.

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Captian's Log 2900

It is the 458th day into our five year journey on the starship -REDACTED- and one week since Private -REDACTED- passed away after being exposed to an alien artifact during an exploration mission. Shortly after exposure, Private -REDACTED- began experiencing a combination of headaches and stomach illness before going into a coma and expiring.

During the atopsy, Dr. -REDACTED- confirmed the presence of a foreign object, clearly alien in origin. It was changing the Private's body, rearranging it on a cellular level. Organs were being changed to fit new functions or were otherwise being created from seemingly nothing. Lieutenant -REDACTED- recommended that the body be destoryed and ejected into space. Against my better judgement, I aligned myself with the opinion of Dr. -REDACTED-, who believed that the creature's genetic abilities should be studied for future benefit.

Since that time, the creature has been isolated and it's mutations studied. Private -REDACTED-'s body has been reduced to a twisted husk, the creature seeming to use every bit of its host to create a rudimentary new form for itself. The creature shows no reaction to any outside stimuli, beyond the occasional moan, as if it's only concern is to evolve.

After studing the creature, members of the Research Team reported symtoms similar to Private -REDACTED-'s. They were immediately sent to quarentine, where symptoms progressed. Despite this, I fear that it may be too late. The entire research team have passed from their illness and other members of the crew have fallen ill. While I have yet to contract any illness so far, I fear that we are all infected.

I have ejected all escape pods and disabled the ship's power. If any ship happens to come our way, destroy us, or otherwise leave us be. We shall be nothing more than moaning husk of flesh and metal floating through the darkness of the void.

This is Captain -REDACTED-, signing off.