Instinct

I honestly had no idea how to go about making this, but I tried, lol, I don't think I made it quite long enough though- I was aiming for a scientific log by someone going through the process, so, here ya go!

Project Hybridization: Scientific Log of Dr. Evelyn Cross

Author: Dr. Evelyn Cross

Affiliation: GenovaCorp Biogenetics Division

Project: Hybridization Trial – Human/Animal DNA Integration

Enhancement Type: Canis lupus (Wolf DNA)

Objective: Longevity, enhanced physical and cognitive abilities

LOG ENTRY 001 – DAY 1

Status: Undergoing Initial Integration

The integration process has begun. My body is adjusting rather well, though there is mild discomfort in the spinal column—likely due to the neurological recalibration required to integrate non-human sensory pathways.

I feel… euphoric. My mind is sharper and clearer than it has ever been. Already, my eyesight has improved—I can detect subtle movements in the dim light of my lab. My hearing is sharper, and I am tuned to frequencies I was previously unaware of.

This is the future of humanity, enhanced senses, instincts, and a new immunity. Also, a more aesthetically pleasing portion of this project that I am hoping for, is animalistic aspects—claws, tails, fins, horns, etc.

I remain in control of my body and mind. There are no signs of rejection or abnormal instinctual responses. This is the future of humanity. Contrary to what the fearmongers claim, I am still me.

End log.

LOG ENTRY 002 – DAY 5

Status: Early Adaptation Phase

My reaction time has doubled. Reflex tests show unprecedented results—I anticipated movement before it occurred, almost as if I could sense the intent behind it.

Sleep is... difficult, to say the least. My body no longer demands it the same way, and I lie awake for hours, listening. The hum of the air conditioning, the shift of security guards outside, the breathing of colleagues down the hall— it is all so loud.

Hunger is increasing rapidly. A normal meal leaves me unsatisfied. I crave protein, but the idea of heavily processed food repulses me. My tailbone has grown significantly, which makes sitting and lying down uncomfortable, and my ears are slowly shifting to the top of my head.

Still, these are expected changes.

I am still human.

End log.

LOG ENTRY 003 – DAY 10

Status: Midpoint Observation

I can hear the heartbeat of the intern working next door. When she’s nervous, it accelerates, erratic and fluttering. I find it... distracting and unnerving.

Eye color is shifting. The golden hue in my irises, once a side effect, is now pronounced. My pupils dilate unnaturally in dim light, adjusting with animalistic precision.

Colleagues watch me differently. They think I don’t notice, but I do. Their scent changes when I’m near. A spike of unease, of fear. Their bodies register something before their minds do.

I have never felt more alive than I do now.

End log.

LOG ENTRY 004 – DAY 15

Status: Behavioral Shifts Noted

I grow irritable in confined spaces. Meetings feel suffocating; the synthetic lighting buzzes in my skull.

The city feels wrong. Too artificial. The neon lights, the crowds, the metal—none of it belongs. My skin itches in their presence.

I found myself snarling at a coworker today. There were no words, just a low, involuntary growl when he stepped too close. He laughed it off. I did not.

End log.

LOG ENTRY 005 – DAY 20

Status: External Response Escalating

Rumors spread faster than data. Some media outlets are calling hybrids “abominations.” Legislators are debating whether we are still human.

Security has increased. They claim it’s for “our safety,” but I see their hands on their weapons when we pass.

The first hybrid disappeared today. Dr. Lian. No explanation. No resignation notice. Her lab was wiped clean. It is as if she never existed.

I requested information and I was denied.

End log.

LOG ENTRY 006 – DAY 25

Status: Unexplained Incident

I woke up outside.

Not on my bed. Not in my apartment. Not in my lab.

Outside. In the woods.

My feet were bare, cut from brambles. My fingers were crusted with dried blood.

Not mine.

I remember nothing.

End log.

LOG ENTRY 007 – DAY 30

Status: Increasing Anomalies

There are gaps in my memory. Conversations I do not recall. Emails I didn’t send.

Colleagues avoid me. They are afraid. I can smell it on them.

The word feral was whispered in the break room today.

I have stopped correcting them.

End log.

LOG ENTRY 008 – DAY 35

Status: Classified Documents Recovered

They lied.

GenovaCorp knew.

The Hybrid Treatment is irreversible. The neural recalibrations do not stabilize. They accelerate.

The human brain was never meant to process animal instincts. We were designed to suppress them. Now, I cannot.

More hybrids have vanished. I checked their files—deleted. Their security badges? Deactivated. There is only one conclusion.

We are being hunted to extinction.

End log.

LOG ENTRY 009 – DAY 40

Status: Extreme Cognitive Shift

I no longer trust my own mind.

Last night, I heard a noise. A trespasser. I stalked them through the corridors, silent, unseen.

I enjoyed it.

When I found them—a young man, a research assistant—I did not move. I waited. He didn’t know I was there. He turned, and for the briefest moment, I saw myself through his eyes:

A predator.

I left before he saw me. I do not know what I would have done if he had.

End log.

FINAL LOG ENTRY – DAY 45

Status: Conclusion. Decision Point.

They are coming for me tonight. I can hear them assembling outside.

I have options:

Run – I am faster than them now. They will not catch me. But where would I go?

Fight – The instinct hums beneath my skin. My nails are sharper than they should be. I could tear through them before they fired a shot.

Submit – Let them take me. Let them study what they have made.

I do not know what I will choose.

But I do know this:

I am not human anymore.

And neither will they be. Soon.

End log.