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Alpurrt Einstein

Isaac Neuwuton 

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Scientists are people who didn't pay enough attention in school to get their curiosity beaten out of them but did pay enough attention to know what an oblate spheroid is

Doctor Danny Prompt

Danny Fenton is largely regarded as an ignorant slacker as a result of his schoolwork and study time consistently being interrupted by ghost attacks. Thankfully after Danny is crowned high king of the ghost zone he is able to reign the ghosts in and makes them all swear an oath not to cause trouble, they are still allowed to visit the human world of coarse, some even mask themselves as human and lead ordinary loves even while being dead.

With more time on his hands and little to no ghosts attacks Danny misses the rush he used to get. Then one day a man collapsed in front of him, Danny is able to save the man using CPR and he discovers his new affinity. Medical practice.

Danny goes to college and gets into a hospital as a resident after interning, not long after though the Amity Park hospital closes due to lack of funding and he is forced to find another hospital.

He got a good recommendation from his previous hospital to work at a hospital in Gotham, definitely far from home, but he doesn't let that stop him.

Soon after working there he finds the influx of patients to care for refreshing, he becomes widely known as a genius miracle doctor.

One day he's taking a leisurely walk when he found an injured vigilante, the Red Hood, hes not conscious and therefore unable to give consent for treatment. Danny cares for Red Hoods injuries privately away from a hospital so as to keep the vigilantes identity a secret.

Red Hood is cautious and rude at first, but slowly he learns to open up to the doctor and even get continuously treated by Danny.

Danny is just finishing a shift when he hears about Superman being shot with a kryptonite bullet. Despite using his powers occasionally to treat patients, he's been able to keep his ghost gene a secret.

However that's about to change. He arrives on the seen and pushes his way through the police using a bit of his powers discreetly to get through.

The heroes aren't sure what to do.

"My name's Daniel Fenton, I am an attending physician at Gotham General Hospital, I specialize in supernatural anatomy, Cardiology and Endocrinology"

"All due respect doctor, his skin is impenetrable, you won't be able to operate on him"

Danny kept a cool face.

"That would be true for a normal human, I can't explain right now, every moment we wait is time we could be using to save the patient"

Danny used his ghost powers to see inside Superman body.

Several heroes gasped as they witnessed the doctors eyes turn a glowing green and then his arm became transparent. Danny stick his hand on Superman chest and pulled out the bullet.

As soon as the bullet was out Superman's skin began healing and restoring itself.

Danny let out a breath of relief before letting the superheroes escort him to the hall of justice where they sat with him.

"I would like to begin with we all can't thank you enough Dr" Batman said.

"wow, Mr tall dark and broody is being nice" flash whispered.

"Yes but I'm sure you still have questions for me."

Several heads nodded.

"are you of an alien race?"

Danny chuckled.

"No, nothing like that. My parents were scientists who were obsessed with the study of the paranormal, specifically ghosts. When I was young, around the age of fourteen I would say, my friends convinced me to go inside the newly constructed portal shell that my parents had tested earlier that day."

He paused waiting for them to take in his words before continuing.

"It had failed to operate then so I went in thinking it was safe. I was wrong. My parents had unknowingly instilled the charge to start the portal on the inside of the shell. I didn't know it was even there until I tripped on some tangled exposed wire and my hand pressed it"

"did it hurt?" Flash asked. He got a few dirty looks for that question but Danny just gave him a friendly smile.

"in a word, yes. It was excruciating. I was electrocuted for a half a minute. On top of that I had accidentally started the charge to the portal shell while being inside. This caused an outside substance called ectoplasm to enter my DNA sequence permanently changing it"

"ectoplasm" Batman muttered.

"in simpler terms, I'm half ghost."

"That's not possible! You would have to be half dead to be-" Flashs words were silenced with a swift smack to the back of the head by wonder women.

"Yes, I am technically half dead. I had to battle these ghost entities for a while to make sure they didn't wreck havoc in the small town o grew up in."

"Forgive me, but of that's true why aren't you there now"

Danny chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck a little nervous of their soon to be reactions.

"After I was forced to defeat the current ghost king and put him back onto the sarcophagus of forever sleep, the title became mine. I gained respect and control over the ghosts who were causing trouble amd was able to make them stop"

"Your a king" Batman stated.

"i don't refer to myself as such, on truth many ghosts helped imprison the old king, I received the title on a technicality."

He looked down at his hands.

"after the peace had settled in I had begun to feel as though a part of me was missing so I took up the career I have currently."

He smiled at them sweetly as he explained.

"My battle instincts help me when I'm in a crisis situation with a critical patient. With my powers I can calm them and safely restrain them if need be. As you saw today I can also better treat meta humans and alien races with these abilities as well"

"you went from being a hero to being a doctor, that's commendable"

Danny shook his head.

"Not really. I'm doing a selfless thing for selfish reasons"

The league smiled upon him. From then on he was world renowned for his worldly expertise and protected.

Should I make this into a whole fanfiction or not? Because I want to go into more detail but I want to know what you all think first.

Kindly allow me to give you a snippet, a little peak if you will, into my daily anxiety and the unnecessary problems it creates for me as an adult 💫

So, I'm a master's student getting my degree in Molecular Biology and Genetics (proud of that one). And I just started frequenting the lab everyday for my thesis and research studies.

In a lousy attempt to make friends, I went up to two, yes two, not one (pats self on the shoulder) lab technicians in order to "get to know them". During this quest, they asked me how old I was and without a second thought I replied "I'm 25!".

As the conversation moved on, smoothly dare I say, I remembered, I was born in 1995, I'm not 25 anymore, I'm turning 27 this year. So I start panicking in my brain thinking "how the hell do I even fix this?" "How do I bring it back up into the conversation that that's not my actual age?" "How would anyone go about that anyway?"

Do you just say "Hey, going back to our age convo, I just remembered I'm 27 this year haha, you were saying??!!!"

So I didn't correct myself, because who would believe me? Who in their right mind, forgets their age by TWO YEARS??!

So now I wallow in self pity thinking of all the times I'm going to have to smile and nod while they introduce me as the 25 year old.

Anyway, first day in the lab went okay???

“why are these scientists talking about pluto when they should be curing ebola” because they’re astrophysicists not molecular engineers or infectious disease specialists you’re getting mad at the wrong people 

Abso-fucking-lutely

Down with those motherfuckers

TIL that the reason lead levels in children’s blood have dropped 85% in the past thirty years is because of an unknown scientist who fought car companies to end leaded gasoline. He also removed it from paint, suggested its removal from pipes, and campaigned for the removal of lead solder from cans.

via ift.tt

MY FIRST ARTICLE GOT PUBLISHED TODAY ITS A TINY ARTICLE BUT I HAVE A PUBLICATION NOW 🥰🥰🥰🤩🤩🤩🤩🤗🤗🤗🤗😘😘😘😘

Carrot Cake, my OC!

I can’t not think of our fav couple from Night Vale.

a lab coat and a wizard robe are exactly the same thing actually

Am I the only one who thinks Copernicus looks a little bit like Timotheé Chalamet?

Scientists are a friendly, atheistic, hard-working, beer-drinking lot whose minds are preoccupied with sex, chess and baseball when they are not preoccupied with science.

Life of Pi; Yann Martel

《First and last love》

[AB6IX Daehwi, R18 oneshot]

Pairing: Daehwi x Fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Forbidden love --- You, a scientist, had participated in the creation of a male android, designed to serve women for pleasure.  “Daehwi,” the android, has been attached to you ever since he was created. He fell in love with you in the process. But love between humans and androids was not approved by the law of science.

"Master, tell me the warmth and taste of your lips.'' Your thoughts were cut short when Daehwi's rough but soft lips jabbed into mine. The kiss was heated from the beginning. He was kissing you roughly and you were trying to kiss him with the same amount of energy back.

"Master..." He grabbed your thighs, sending shivers down your spine while he pulled you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he slammed you against a wall. You wrapped your arms around his neck and grabbed his hair as one of his arms circled around your waist, the other was running up your stomach.

"Master..." He bit your lower lip for access. You hesitated but let him in. He kissed all around your mouth. "Master's mouth..." Exploring every inch and encircling your tongue with his. "...feels so warm." His hand reached up to your nipple and proceeded to rub circles on it. You moaned into his mouth and he got rougher with his tongue. You pulled away for a breath quickly.

"That's how you should service your future master," you said breathlessly, "Daehwi-" before you could finish your sentence, he smashed back into your lips.

Daehwi's tongue was now less rough but still hot. He squeezed your nipples which caused you to moan and squeeze his waist tightly. You could feel him getting harder by the minute. He settled you down on the floor, not breaking the kiss and unbuckled his belt. He then picked you back up and rammed you on the wall, putting his thigh in between your legs. He rubbed you slowly and then faster and faster. You started moaning non-stop to the point where the experiment laboratory was filled with your lewd sounds.

He stopped kissing you, followed by moving to your jaw and sucked deeply. He went lower and lower. Every time he stopped, he would lick a spot and kiss it. He was grinding against your groin while undressing you.

Once your bra was off, you could feel the cool air graze against your skin. You were a bit mortified to see your breast bare. Meanwhile, Daehwi was mesmerized to have a small apple cupped in his hand, with a dark berry for a nipple. "Cherries," he murmured as his thumb and forefinger gently pinched it.

"Ahn! S-So sensitive...Daehwi, gently please," upon seeing your reaction, he started sucking your nipples. He licked around them and tugged on them with his flexible tongue. He was pleased to see you breathlessly moaning at his service.

"Master...I can't take it any longer." He snuck his hand into your pants. He slapped your pussy and started fingering you with his warm hands. You were moaning really loud and he quickly slammed his lips onto yours. "Master, if you're too loud, people will hear." You knew that you shouldn't be that loud but his touch made it hard to keep your voice in.

You kissed him back as hard as you could. He played with your nipples again with his other hand. When he sucked on your neck. you felt your muscles tense up and before you realized it, you came all over his hand. He kept fingering to drag the orgasm as far as he could. After you came, he let go of you.

"Time to reward you, Daehwi~" You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you. It was your turn now.

You grabbed his hair and kissed him again, slipping your tongue in his mouth. He tasted like peppermint. You reached for his crotch and just as you thought, he was as hard as a diamond. Lifting his shirt up, you licked all the way down his abs until you got to his waist band. You pulled his jeans and boxers down. By far, his cock was the biggest you've ever seen.

"Master, I don't think you should. I'm meant to be serving you-" You sucked on his balls to shut him up. You licked from the bottom of his cock to the tip, earning the most beautiful whimper ever heard from him. You circled your tongue on the tip and let your tongue rub up against it. Another hottest moan was heard.

"Master...more please," he grabbed your hair and you took him in whole. You almost gagged but adjusted till it wasn't painful. You bobbed your head and he groaned multiple times which sent your head spinning from the pleasure. He tugged your hair harder and forcefully moved your head up and down. Your throat made a humming sound which sent him over the edge. Finally, he came in your mouth and you swallowed all of it.

"I love you." He pulled you up one more time and gazed at you intently, hoping to get a reply back from you.

"I lo-" You were about to answer him that you felt the same. However, you let him go and stared at each other. processing what just happened. "Ma'am, are you in there?" You heard someone knocking on the door of the lab, triggering the alarm in your head. You sent Daehwi a look and he instantly got the message. Both of you quickly got dressed.

"Come in." The door opened to reveal your assistant, San.

"What is it?" You questioned in a monotone voice.

"It seems that a customer has requested for android Daehwi. May I know if he's ready to be delivered?"

Your heart dropped to your stomach upon knowing of the news, you stole a glance at Daehwi, he mouthed the words, "please don't let me go, I don't want to leave you".

"Ma'am?"

You were in a dilemma. You had been with him since the moment he was created. He was attached to you for as long as you could remember. As much as you hate to admit it, you had fallen for him too. You didn't want to let him go but you knew you had to be professional at the same time.

"By the way, the customer asked for a permanent service, not a temporary one."

You looked at him one last time. His eyes were begging you not to send him away. If you let him go, you're certain that you would not see him again. But if you don't let him go, your secret affair with him may be found out by others and you may risk your career. You wished you know the solution to your problem.

"Ma'am, do you need some time to think about it? I can always reject the offer-"

"No, it's alright, I made up my mind." Daehwi's eyes lit up, he knew that you felt the same as him. After all, your love was meant to stay.

"He's ready."

His eyes welled up with tears and began to flow out uncontrollably. He ran to you and held the bottom of your lab coat. You slapped his hand away and your face darkened subsequently.

"Send him away. Quickly." You waved your hand off.

"Yes, Ma'am. Please take him away." Another two scientists, Yeonjun and Sunghoon, appeared behind San, one of them at each side of Daehwi, they had to drag him as he was pulling at your sleeves.

"NOOOO, MASTER!!! PLEASE DON'T!! MASTERRRRRRR!!!!!!" His voice became fainter as he disappeared out of your sight.

You locked the door and turned around, dropping to the floor with a thud. Your tough front cracked and you wailed loudly, making sure to release all your anger and sadness. No matter how you tried to wipe them away, they kept on flowing. Your heart was throbbing tremendously, the pain you felt couldn't be described in words. You cried and cried until you were numb to the pain.

You had fallen in love with an android. But love between humans and androids was not approved by the law of science. In the end, you couldn't defy the law and chose to let him go. You protected your job but at what cost? You had lost him forever.

/TIMESKIP/

You chanced upon a photograph you took with Daehwi 10 years ago. 10 years ago, you were young and in love. But now, something has changed. You no longer felt the butterflies in your stomach when you recalled the memories spent with him. You then proceeded to throw the photo into a nearby bin.

10 years ago, you fell in love. But this love was not meant to be.

~The end~

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Issac Newton: Chickens at rest tend to stay at rest, chickens in motion tend to cross roads.

Darwin: Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically dispositioned to cross roads.

Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.

Heisenberg: Because the chicken is moving very fast, you can either observe the chicken or you can measure its speed, but you cannot do both.

Jean Foucault: It didn’t. The rotation of the earth made it appear to cross.

Galileo: To get a better look at the stars.

Ohm: There was more resistance on this side of the road.

Pascal: It was pressured to cross the road.

Volta: The other side had more potential.

Hawking: There exist numerous parallel universes in which the same chicken is in differing stages of crossing the road. Only when one of the chickens has completed crossing the road do their ave functions coallesce.

Grandpa: In our days, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken had crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.

NASA astronaut Leland D Melvin with his dogs Jake and Scout

#yes BUT have you ever heard an astrophysicist talk about primordial gravitational waves #or an astrobiologist talk about the drake equation and breaking ice on mars #or an astronomer talk about exoplanets and supermassive quasars #or a biochemist talk about cloning human embryonic stem cells and synthetic base pairs #or a palaeontologist talk about neanderthal cognition and technology #or a neuroscientist talk about animal brain-to-brain interfaces #or a geneticist talk about codons and duons #or a biophysicist talk about quantum biology and electron tunnelling #scientists speak a different language but it's still poetry; it's still brimming with wonder (perfecttags by elucipher -- I really respect Calvin and Hobbes and very rarely disagree, but this is one of those rare moments when I think Bill Watterson kinda got it totally wrong.)

Calvin and Hobbes

The earth’s water supply is a closed system, so all our fresh water was dinosaur urine at one point. So you may have been forged in the heart of a star but you were filtered through the kidney of a dinosaur, which I for one, find beautiful

Annie's Letter

Dear my beloved descendants (if I have any) or whatever remains of humanity,

 I am writing this letter as someone living in the year 2050 to tell you how this war began. As they say, "History is always written by the winners", so I will not be surprised if somethings are left out in the official retelling. As I write this letter, I am currently in hiding as I am one of the last few remaining pure humans left in existence because we are currently being hunted down by what I call the "Mutated Ones"and I'm not sure I may survive to tell the story in person. This dystopian situation began in the year 2025 when NASA officially launched its previously announced plans to send people to an asteroid. After the successful completion of that mission with said people returning a year later with no immediately identifiable side-effects the next thing on their agenda was to prepare for the journey to Mars. We as a species were united (to my knowledge) in our amazement at how far we have come since we started this space-faring journey. 

My family and I watched from the living room TV of the hotel we were staying at, the official take-off to Mars. On that specific day I would never forget June 21st, 2035. I remember that day quite vividly as my family and I had decided to spend the summer holidays in what was then Orlando, USA. It was a kind of family reunion as we hadn't seen each other in a while. After exploring, we decided to watch the live recording of the take-off to Mars. At that time, it was an amazing thing to behold, seemingly the pinnacle of everything humanity has been striving for unknowing of what it was heralding.

With the spacecraft having been launched, everyone went back to what they were doing. It seemed like business as usual until two years later in the year 2037 when it was announced that NASA had received word from their colleagues on Mars, that they had begun to build a settlement, but more supplies and personnel were required. A lesser-known fact was that NASA had begun to partner with Space-X as the Mars project was becoming too big for one organization to handle. In the year 2040 more personnel were sent to Mars while some from the original trip returned. I know this is because I was one of said personnel. According to the people in charge at that time, my outstanding work in the field of biochemistry and environmental engineering had been recognized and they need a scientist to help them in discovering a way to grow food on Mars. Despite my shock and confusion, I agreed to sign a contract with them (NASA and SpaceX). Within two months I was prepped and sent to the red planet where I would be working on for the foreseeable future. The astronauts that returned also showed no immediately detectable side effects, so once again the mission was celebrated as a success and a huge step forward for humanity. At that time, we had not known that the astronauts that had gone to Mars and the asteroid had become carriers of some sort of bacteria or virus that we had never seen before and therefore couldn't quite prepare for.

 Upon my arrival on the red planet, I was introduced to the group of fellow scientists that I would be working with. My then colleague and I set to work on comparing the soil samples that were collected from Mars with the soil samples we brought from Earth to see if there was any way to make the soil samples from Mars able to grow anything. After numerous failures, I decided to personally observe the Martian samples underneath a microscope, from which I noticed some sort of bacteria I couldn't place despite the numerous research I carried out. I would be dishonest to say, I played no role in the current disaster. In the name of science, disregarding my instincts, conscience and morals I conducted experiments with the then newly discovered Mars bacteria. After obtaining a sample of the bacteria from the Martian soil, I tested it on the soil samples from Earth. There had been no obvious/visible side effects, though under the microscope I noticed some changes in the soil composition. I then conducted some white mice trials to see where the visible side effects began. At first, the animals seemed to be okay with no immediate side effects but after introducing a somewhat stable mixture made up of mostly uranium235 and plutonium-239 some very unnatural side effects began to occur. Some of the mice seemingly died and came back to life, some mutated in varyingly strange ways and the rest just stayed dead. Extreme mutations were noted down, some of which were: wing growth, appearance of multiple eyes, growth of extra limbs and seemingly extra organs as well as other less extreme mutations. After observing what had occurred, I was immediately horrified by the situation. I told my bosses what had occurred thinking that they too would be horrified and call for the project to be cancelled but they only seemed pleased. According to them, this could be a way for humans to evolve enough to survive on Mars. They wanted to immediately proceed with human trials, though I tried my best to counsel and advise against such things I could only delay it. I had thoughts of destroying my previously beloved research and running away but I knew that if I didn't do it someone else would and they may not be as morally conscious as I am and even if I did run away, I wouldn't have been able to get back to earth without being caught. There was no escape for me.

 In the year 2045, after two years of research I had finally (reluctantly) finished the serum that could be tested on humans, though I was still stuck in the Martian base running trials to decide who would become the first batch of volunteer test subjects to be injected with what was newly called the MARS serum. My greatest regrets since that day was not destroying my research and informing my bosses of the results. As I look into the eyes of these volunteers who had no idea of what they were getting into, some of whom I may be causing very painful deaths, I could only bow my head in shame and sadness. Tears streamed down my eyes as the soldiers screamed after being injected with the serum. It haunts me till this day when I remember Harry, a boy aged 23 who had only signed up to get some benefits for his elderly parents died in complete agony from the serum. His dull, lifeless eyes seemed to stare into mine asking why I had done this, but I could not respond. I remember names and ages of each and every soldier that was injected with the MARS serum, both those I personally injected and the ones I didn't. Altogether there were 150 of them. I am sure there were more casualties of this ill-fated exercise that I wasn't aware of. The 150 mentioned by me are the ones I knew of, with the youngest victim being Harry aged 23 to the oldest Nicolas age 45. I cringe at the thought of the number of soldiers those known and unknown, who wereaffected. I cringe at the thought that even if some of them survived the serum, their lives would never be the same again. Each day I had to watch, observe and take notes of how each volunteer reacted to the serum, if there were any recognizable patterns that could help me (more of them than me though) achieve more positive results. Positive results being mutations that would be supposedly be helpful for survival on Mars. This meant more tests and research needed to be done to find a way to predict and control what kind of mutations could occur. It was like an unending punishment, a Sisyphean task, something that could not be completed. The only thing I could do was get an 85% accuracy test on possible kinds of mutation the injected person could get but there was no way of choosing the mutation. 

 After 3 years of that hellscape, on October 15th ,2048 I worked up my courage to burn down my lab, all my research (apart from some notes that I carried with me so as to see if I could come up with a way to reverse the damage I caused) and all available samples of the MARS serum before running away to meet up with who I believed was the only morally-sane person in that entire base on Mars apart from the unknowing volunteers at the take-off point. At that time, I had been completely isolated from what was happening on earth apart from the fact that the volunteers that survived had returned back to earth. I was only allowed to contact my loved ones once every 6 months and the messages were monitored. So, I was unaware of the war that the US had started with the rest of the world. When I asked my then friend and astronaut about what had occurred on Earth in my absence, he only shook his head and frowned. He told me that the only reason that he could help me escape was that the base I was staying in was pretty much abandoned due to the war on Earth as all hands-on deck were required. After prying out the entire story from my friend, I realized that at some point in the last eight years while I was stuck in the lab on Mars, the whole world had gone apocalyptic. Being in the same environment as the nuclear weapons as well as being in the presence of the MARS soldiers (the former volunteers) had caused the caused the astronauts that had gone to space to mutate as well. While the rest of the world either permanently died; died and woke up as some sort of undead zombie thing, mutated; or for some luckily (or unlucky depending on your point of view) remained purely human. 

 I wasn't sure how to feel after hearing the news because I had technically caused the world to end. That wasn't something I ever wanted to check off my bucket list but there was nothing I could have done at that point. All I could do at that point was find somewhere to hide and check-up on my family. After coming to that conclusion, I asked Tony (just realized I never gave his name) what we were doing next. He then informed me that he had a place set up for me and that after dropping me off he was heading back to the war base to figure out how to defeat the undead and mutated ones. I was confused by what he meant by war base, but after seeing my confusion he informed me that while the war between humans might have ended, the war between humans and the rest (mutated and undead) was just beginning.

 Having a place to myself after almost eight (8) years of being surrounded by people gave me a lot to think about, now that I recall. I remember feeling quite lonely and disturbed about the situation I had found myself in. While contacting my family after months of radio silence, I was informed by my siblings that our parents had passed on (thankfully remaining dead and coming back as an undead as that would have been painful); a couple of our close relatives mutated; some certain unwanted relatives (I'm pretty sure everyone has some of those) undead but thankfully the majority were still human including them. After a few weeks of wallowing in self-pity, I decided to get up and join in the war efforts instead of being useless. When I introduced myself and my reluctant part to play in causing what was being referred to as the end of the world. While some were angry and reluctant to work with me (understandably so); most put their grudges aside when they realized that I was in no way a willing participant in causes of the war, and I had brought my research notes with me after escaping so as to find a way to reverse the mutations (and to them quite possibly the undead). 

 After a few months (almost a year) of constant training and research, by June 2049 I was ready to join the front lines with the first official prototype of the anti-MARS serum. When I was later asked what happened during the battle I wasn't able to recall it completely or accurately. From what I do remember, the day started pretty well, but after my team and I found our first group of undead everything became a blur. I remember testing out my serum on the undead and getting three different reactions: some turned human again, some died completely, and the rest just became more vicious. Despite our losses, it was regarded as a victory, and it seemed like hope was on the horizon. I won't lie I also I had a bit of hope that everything would go well, and things would go back to the way they were. So, after what was seemingly a sign of things becoming better, I went back to the drawing board to find out why some of the undead became more vicious. 

 After a couple more months of research, I found out that some of the mutated had evolved due to what could possibly be a higher dosage of the serum. I speculated that the volunteers who were given the serum behind my back might have been given a different dosage from what I specified. Though I felt like I was missing a piece of the puzzle, I collated my information (and speculations) and shared it with the leader of the base (Olivia), who in turn shared with me the current reports of the undead hunting. It seemed like with each hunt less people came back and the undead became more organized. It had become an extremely dire situation that was without the presence of what I call a hunter mutated (a mutated that had tracking abilities), as each and every time a human exits the base to grab supplies or hunt undead, they always appear with more undead. When a couple more similar situations occurred, we realized that the mutated ones might have some ability to control the undead. That was when it clicked for me that the original mutated ones (the volunteers) who had gotten a higher dosage most likely had stronger abilities.One of such abilities, being to control the undead. From what we noticed only specific mutated ones appear with the undead and the undead seemed to listen to their orders. While I would have loved to do more research, we received news that some of our sister bases were systematically being found and destroyed. With every human being killed with extreme prejudice or kidnapped for some unknown purpose, it gave us our final theory that these specific mutated ones were using the undead to track down the remaining humans. 

In summary, I will round up this letter on this day (according to my device) May 8th, 2050, by stating that I leave to whoever finds this letter, my research notes (in the envelope) with the hope that you may discover how to fix what I reluctantly started. While I would love to write more, I can hear them coming and they don't exactly sound happy. I'm sorry for what I've left on your shoulders, good luck. 

The most likely dead scientist,

 Dr. Annie V. Maxfield