History

"We're not sure when, or where, but we do know the Creators were once human in nautre. They once held the same mortal feelings we held at one point. Although now, now I could say they're as souless as the mindless we slaughter on a daily basis." The recording pauses, heavy strained breathing could be heard. "Recording ten thousand three hundred and thirty four, the beginnings." Again heavy strained breathing could be heard in the background, with the screeching of a small electrical spark highlighting the recording. "They started sometime, somewhere, on earth. My last records on file were something about 'The Last Canadian Remnant' I wasnt sure, I couldnt dredge up anything past the island's creation date. But going off of accents, and geneological data, the Creators were Canadian / American. No matter the geneology, what they managed to create was a miracle no less." The rush of rocks with the flow of a gentle trickle of water interupt the recording for a moment, he continues under labored breathing a moment after. "They cheated death, figured out how to become bologically immortal. My sources are only so accurate, but they first called it 'The Promethum Project' then later renamed to the 'Eternity Engine'." Labored breathing breaks his concentration, the goal of self preservation has its moments of bipolar outbursts."I dont know if I could explain more, they kept their records rather close to their incinerators. What we do know, what was coded into us, was what we were there for and how to survive on the island." The recording ends as abruptly as it began, tailing off into the dark scilence. The map leads you to the second recording location. The storage medium is stuck firmly in the grasp of a servo-bot under tons of rubble. The only surviving part would be the arm of the bot, in which the recording still lie untouched. "I cant see the lie anymore... Every time I try, every time I ask 'Poof' everything goes black and I wake up In my room uncertain of everything. I only remember this because of my physical notes littered around my room. I feel like im in a paradox, my memory has been reset many times... I cant remember what I was going to do..."