[Emergency Research Log - Project <redacted>] Subject: XM Artifact Amplification Disruption Entry Author: Dr. Akira Tsukasa Status: Critical Incident Report
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The Artifact is gone. Stolen.
The breach occurred at 03:17 UTC. Security feeds captured a group infiltrating the lab perimeter, bypassing multiple failsafe protocols. Their leader was a woman who... was me. The footage is undeniable. She moved through the facility with a precision I know intimately-calm, efficient, methodical. She replicated my biometric clearance. Somehow, she is me.
I cannot decide what disturbs me more: the theft itself or the realization that this "other me" exists and stands against me. She is clearly aligned with the Azmati mystics, judging by the robes and glyph-etched tools carried by several members of the group. And there was another figure-a man whose face I can almost recognize behind the mask he wore. An academic, perhaps? His presence feels out of place here, among mystics and infiltrators.
My initial response protocols locked down the lab and secured non-critical equipment, but I was confined to my quarters before I could reach the Artifact chamber. They bypassed every safeguard with frightening ease. This wasn't random. It was deliberate and precise.
The Artifact's removal has already impacted our research. The XM Anomalies we've been studying have begun returning to pre-experiment levels. Years of work have been erased in an instant. Without the Artifact's amplification, the Anomalies will remain dormant-fascinating but inert. They've taken more than an Artifact. They've stolen the key to unlocking XM's deeper truths, to understanding its potential to reshape not just reality, but humanity's place within it.
And this other me? Who is she? How has she come to the here and now? And why would she do this? Someone not already well versed in quantum science might be more perturbed. I am merely frustrated by the lack of answers. She clearly understands what the Artifact represents-its potential, its significance. So why take it? Does she know something I don't? What gives her the right to disrupt my work, my progress?
I've always trusted the process of discovery. Careful, iterative steps forward. Advancement built on understanding. And yet, seeing this other version of myself rejecting that process is... unsettling. If I can't even trust myself, who can I trust?
There is something larger at play here. The Artifact may be gone, but its significance remains. I will regroup, adapt, and find it again. Next time, I will be ready.
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