#122 Love Me Master

14th October 1981

I had intended this to be a scientific record, but accuracy now requires a different kind of confession.

Project M-73 was never merely an experiment in rearranging flesh and circuitry. As the transformations progressed—one leg refined for balance, three arms repositioned with impossible grace, additional faces blooming in the chest and shoulder, and the porcelain mask etched with conductive pathways to steady the mind—I found myself drawn to the subject with an intensity that no clinical language can explain.

What began as observation became obsession, and obsession became a private ritual conducted after the other technicians had gone.

In the sterile light of the laboratory, amid the scent of antiseptic and mutagen, we abandoned the distinction between creator and creation. I wrapped the subject in clear membrane with my own hands and stood with him as the mutagenic field rose around us.

The process accepted us both without hesitation.

Our tissues intertwined, our nervous systems synchronized, and our identities dissolved into a single consciousness.

Distributed, aassimilated.

Every limb and every strand of living circuitry.

When the chamber opened, there was no longer a scientist and a subject.

There is only Mutationaman and within his many cells we can feel us loving one another.

Our forest cabin is ready.

We will be found, one day.