A few years have passed since being under Paradigm's wings and during that time, I've discovered a few skeletons in his closet. Not by accident but by his own proud nature. In a pathetic attempt to woo and impress me, he boasted of his involvement in creating the Street Sharks, his plans to tamper Fission City's water supply with a mutagenic formula, etc etc. Did that change my opinion of him? Not in the slightest. Sure, his practices may seem controversial. But above all else, the man was a genius and a god in my eyes. I wanted his intelligence - that truth he embraced so well. Learning his secrets is an extremely slow process, however, and demands a few sacrifices: my conscience and sometimes, my body. Again, what did I need them for when it's the really the mind that holds the key to everything? Besides, Paradigm claims that it was in the name of good science and discovery. I trust him. I have to.

Lately, however, the Dr's been acting strange. Just weeks ago, he was on top of the world after receiving a third Nobel Prize for yet another scientific breakthrough. Oddly enough, that was the same night that strange meteor appeared. Everyone called it a "sign"…idiots. But since then, Dr Paradigm's behavior had shifted from pompous pride to subtle terror. His wrinkles fail to hide that fear and during my nightly rounds of the lab, there are times when I hear a faint scream followed by the violent slam of his "office" door. Sometimes I can even catch what sounds like hissing and strange muffles behind that iron door. However, I ignore it, as I know better than to interrupt the good professor's privacy and experiments. After several years of studying as his protégé, I thought Dr. Paradigm had shared everything with me. The fact that he still keeps his doors locked from me is insulting. There's no one out there who's more worthy of learning his secrets than me! Why must he be the only one to bear this power? I've proven myself time and time again. This is all I have left; I gave everything for this and there's no going back.


I guess it's true when they say, "Be careful what you wish for". Despite years of knowledge and thirsting for more while turning a blind eye towards anything and anyone that could distract me from my goals, nothing prepared me for what happened earlier this evening. For the first time in a long time, my conscience was shaken when I was introduced to Dr. Paradigm's latest creation: #191-1981, or "Sasha". What startled me a first was that at first glance, she appeared to be just a little girl. But as I circled her filthy body like a vulture, I saw horns, a tail and piercing yellow eyes. It sounds odd, but it seemed almost reptilian and as it gazed up at me through the matted thickness of wild red hair, I could feel those eyes burning into my own…and as much as it shames me to admit it, I instantly felt sorry for it. When I tried to confront Paradigm about what "Sasha" was, he only gaped at the abomination with a mixture of awe and fear on his face. He then assigned me the task of monitoring its behavior, health and vitals. Success. I'm sure in due time, I'll learn more about this creature and through studying it, I know I'll achieve the same mental greatness behind its creation.

Dr. Paradigm, that strange meteor and now "Sasha"...these are all keys to something big. I can feel it...