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Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody that,
Everybody's dead.

I was raised in a deep dark hole,
A prisoner with no parole.
They locked me up and took my soul,
Ashamed of what they'd made

Datalog 1: Sept. 16th.
This is going to change the world as we know it. A prehistoric weapon that takes commands? Warfare will never be the same. The first one was such a success, this one should be too. We've fined tuned the creature; more commands and 'settings'. We already have several governments vying for the procurement of this second specimen. She's going to be adapted for a colder climate, pelt to match. We're worried she's presenting a little pink, but it should all fade to that nice tundra white in the future. If not? Well, there'll always be the next one. She'll sell just as nicely as any specimen would, but we can always dock a few thousand off for faulty colouration. I mean really, what's a few grand in the scheme of a beast selling for ten million?

Glad to have been placed in charge of this project. She's so young still, but such a smart beast. Sometimes when she looks at me with those big eyes, I swear she's talking to me. Her white striping down her sides glows so nicely at night. She's learning to pulse it softly to the music I play her. So, so incredibly smart.

I called to him and he will come,
She'll answer him like he's the one.
His arms outstreched but when she's done,
He'll be torn apart!

Datalog 15: December 20th
Larken's been so restless lately. The other guys think I'm insane to spend so much time around her. They're waiting for her to bite my arm off when I pet her. I know she wouldn't hurt me. Even when I have to give her medicine she's trustful. Maybe if the others saw her as more than a weapon they'd get the same treatment Maybe not. I think she's really bonded with me. I know I've bonded with her, that much is certain. It looks like her pink colouration is here to stay; the bosses are pissed about it. They've started to write her off as a loss and are looking more into her clutchmates. It's upsetting to see her tossed to the side so fast; she's still so young. All because of her colour? Really?

I'm starting to train her with music. She's smart enough that I'm starting to influence her moods with them. Imagine being able to have her attack to the beat of a song instead of an electrical pulse going through her body.

Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody, that
go tell aunt rhody,
go tell aunt rhody, that
everybodys dead.

I was raised in a deep dark hole,
A prisoner with no parole.
They locked me up and took my soul,
Ashamed of what they'd made

Datalog 58: August 28th
Word reached me that they're going to terminate Larken. They're worried about my musical experiments and say it's proof she can be deprogrammed and reprogrammed by anyone. No shit! She's an intelligent being, of course she can be. Did they think they really had any control over her? They're giving her until the year's out to prove she has some kind of 'hidden potential', whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean. They've been threatening my job on and off, but they keep me because I'm the only one she doesn't go berzerk on. She's big enough now that they can't take her down without some serious hardware. I think they're starting to realise just what they've created.

It's okay. We're going to show them all, aren't we, Larken? She's learning how to smile. She knows what the song means now.

I called to him and he will come,
She'll answer him like he's the one.
His arms outstreched but when she's done,
He'll be torn apart!

Final Datalog: December 29th
Her death date is tomorrow. They determined she doesn't have any unlocked potential; still not sure what that means. They plan on firing me, too, saying I've fucked up a very important investment. I'm not stupid, I know what that means. No one fucks up a multi-million dollar investment and survives it. I don't know if they're going to try and feed me to her clutchmates, or what. All I know is, they're not going to get the chance. Tonight, we're going to show them all just how great my "fuck up" was.

She's restless. She knows tonight's the night. Just need to override all of the speakers, load up the song... There we go.

It's time, Larken. Go ahead, baby. Let's go tell Aunt Rhody.

Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody that,
Everybody's, Everybody's, Everybody's,
Dead.