August 14th, 2025
I don't even know why I am writing anything right now to be honest. I just need something to get my mind off of work, and I guess writing is the best way to put it out right now. Never something that I had ever thought of doing, writing a damned journal or diary, whichever you may prefer. And now I am referring to this journal as an actual living being, maybe that is the first sign of insanity. But either way, why not have fun with it and make this worthwhile? Its not like anyone is ever going to read anything that I write anyways. So I guess, hi?
My name is Nathan Anderson. I am a engineer, but most people call me a scientist because of the work that I'm trying to do. Seems like anything that has to do with trying to explore the undefined and going beyond the normal barriers of space and time makes you a scientist, because all scientist are insane sacks of shit. At least that was what my father had always said, but I don't like to dwell on the past. I'm a male, as the name suggests, and of a fair muscular build; not too lanky and not too fat either. As for my height, I'm just as much average being about six feet tall. A lot of people call me smart or even call me a genius, but those are just words that classify you. I am neither, but rather just another man who knows enough about what he does to be great at it. I don't know really what else to say about myself, besides that I don't really like interactions with other people.
Besides all of the normal stuff about me, I am a very curious person. I've almost been escorted off of base multiple times for attempting to access files that I wasn't allowed to. Its not that they were highly classified or anything like that, but they were just files hidden for a reason. I don't know why they decided that it was such a bad thing that I was able to reach the files, I helped them with a possible security breach. Doesn't matter to them though, I'm just another person that works under them doing all the mathematical grunt work.
The stress of everything had been getting to me lately, and for that matter most everything has been stressful. The job I was given is beginning to prove more difficult that I had hoped, but what is a challenge without the challenge? It was about a year ago that the United States government came to me about the 'Stargate' program, and it had something to do with this strange ring device they believe that can send people to other planets in an instant through a wormhole. Theoretically, this could be possible under very limited circumstances, but any wormhole created should be very unstable.
I've been working on this issue for what seems like decades now. The god damned thing refuses to accept any electrical input, or it could be that it isn't receiving enough power. I thought that we were going to blow the entire facilities electrical grid with the amount of energy that we've been using down here, but I guess the US government is pretty good at getting what they need done when it comes down to it. Today we even maxed out the input to 1.21 gigawatts, and the damned thing still failed to even register anything on our scales. We've tried to monitor where all this power is going, but they read absolutely nothing once it reaches the ring, or the Stargate as many have been calling it. It's almost as if it is disappearing into thin air, but that is impossible and would break one of the most fundamental laws of physics that we know.
I swear that this damned facility is driving me insane, there are no windows anywhere, so I can't even get any natural sunlight. I want to miss it, but I don't exactly like the heat, or how bright it can be at times. But I can't change that, and neither can any other person in the world. And as far as I know, this base could be ten miles underground or even in near Earth orbit, but no ones ever told me where we are exactly based on my security clearance. I work on a top secret ring of inter-dimensional travel, yet my location is classified. Seems pretty stupid if you ask me. It doesn't help that I can't even snoop around and find this information without having trained guns watching my every move. These guards are so cold, they just stare. They just sit there and stare, their faces cold and emotionless.
I can't even begin to imagine what my superiors would do if they found any written records of what I do, such as this basically is. And lets just hope that the phrase “What they don't know, doesn't hurt them” actually stays that way, I don't want to have the fall of a highly classified military base placed upon my shoulders.
Well, since I should be resting, I guess I should stop writing now... so goodnight?
August 15th, 2025
The Stargate nearly activated today, or at least that was what it seemed like. It put out mass amounts of seismic energy, and shook the entire facility. Some people even ran out, thinking that it would all collapse in on them. But if this base lives up to what it holds, then a simple earthquake wouldn't do much damage in the long term.
But the strangest thing happened during the earthquakes inside of the ring. I could have sworn a puddle was beginning to form vertically inside of the ring. I'm not exactly sure if it really was or not, but I could have sworn that the damned thing was beginning to work. I'm beginning to wish that I knew for sure what was going on, because I don't believe in it unless I can actually see it all with my own eyes.
There's a strange sensation flowing through my body as of late, and it feels oddly good. It seems to be making me happier, and it's giving me the urge to run through the halls until it disappears. I know I can't possibly do that, but it just seems like it would be a fun thing to do right now amidst all of the stress. But even that has seemed to fade off a bit. Maybe it was what I saw in the ring, but I have no sure way of knowing.
I must stop writing now, I can barely contain myself and the energy that is building up inside of me. I do believe that there is a gym somewhere on this base...
August 16th, 2025
It nearly finalized today... it nearly materialized the finished wormhole. We don't have the foggiest idea why, but now it is beginning to work. Even though it gives tremors, we were able to slightly stabilize it using some decent clamps. Apparently they came from a decomissioned silo, but that really means nothing.
But the near materialization, this is completely controversial and will change everything we know about travel if it does what they think it will. It is groundbreaking, but we almost had it. Not quite, but we came damned close. It looked like water was flowing vertically inside of the ring, and now we're beginning to call everything inside of the general vicinity of the Stargate the event horizon. It sounds like a black hole, but this thing may as well be considered one, seeing as how we know little to nothing of its origins.
Tomorrow we try again, and we hope that it does what we need it to.
August 18th, 2025
I may figured out what may be the initial problem with stabilizing the Stargate wormhole and actually creating a connection where ever it may actually connect to. The ring has these triangle looking locking mechanisms around the outer edges of the Stargate, and inside of these are a light, presumably for showing that it is locked into its position. So far, we've been able to unlock a single chevron, but we still are yet to be able to unlock the others.
There is an inner ring within the Stargate, and it has some strange hieroglyphs marked into the surface, and we're thinking that they may be the destination markers. It's a possibility, but we still have yet to initiate a stable wormhole. It may be farther off than I had been thinking, but why not wish for it to be easier than it actually is?
I have been having some strange urges lately, but I don't want to go to the base psych. I fear that if he hears what I have to say, he will pull me from this work. This work has accompanied many years of my life, and I can't give up on it now. But it doesn't make much sense to me... It is a simple pain to write somebody or even just say it. I don't know why, but it feels off to me, almost as if I am talking to another species. It may be the base driving me insane, or just some off put effects of the Stargate, but the others don't seem to be affected in the way that I am.
We must continue. I must continue, and I'm not even sure if I can sleep without solving the Stargate issue. I will crack the code tonight, or even tomorrow, but I will not sleep until I do.
August 20th, 2025
I haven't slept for what seems like a week now, but everyone else has been telling me that it has only been two days. That feeling... I can still sense it, but I don't know how to explain it. Now anything that has body it feels off. I don't know what it is, but I must press on.
I am writing this in front of the gate, and right now I believe that I am close to finally stabilizing a wormhole. This will break history, and I will be remembered forever if I can actually pull this off. I can do it, but I needed to let you know, just for the sake of keeping a record of this. That way, I can prove that I was the first to solve this mystery.
And there it goes again, another power surge. It's been happening a fair amount lately, and it has only been since I have come back out and began working on the Stargate. Some people are saying it's a coincidence, but I believe that something more is going on. There is something wrong here, but I just ant place my finger on it. Now even finger or hand feels like it is completely wrong... Maybe I am insane...
I just saw it! The Stargate is functioning! The chevrons are all beginning to latch on their own, locking in some unknown address, but that isn’t the big deal here. It's going all on it's own, without our interaction. This could be the first contact with an alien nation, and if it is lets hope that they are a peaceful race. The gate is beginning to stabilize a small amount right now, and I can see the water like surface... but now it's gone a –
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I have no idea where I am... My head hurts like hell and there is no one else here. I don't remember exactly what happened, but what I do remember was looking up to see a large looking jet of water rushing straight towards me after hearing a chevron lock in. I could be on a different planet... but ugh. I can't be though...
Where I am... It looks exactly like the Gate Room, but it doesn't at the same time. It looks as if it has been sitting here for centuries untouched. Vines are climbing down the walls, and large chips of concrete are missing from the walls. There is dust everywhere, but I am glad that there are no bones. I don't know what I would do if I saw any bones.
The Stargate is still here, but it seems to be turned off. I would have expected it to be on, but I guess not. It would be seemingly impossible for the base to be overthrown in the short amount of time I have been gone, and it would have even taken longer for the vines to grow through the concrete. It doesn't make any sense right now, and the only thing that would make sense is only a theory and highly unlikely. This could be an alternate dimension from the one I was living in, where the Stargate program is a moment in the past...
I can't think staraight... staright... straight. Must... sleep now. My head is pounding... must... sleep...