Project E.D.E.N. has been given the go-ahead. May God have mercy on us all.

We all thought it couldn’t be done. Eternal Destabilization by Electro-Neuropathy, or E.D.E.N., was a procedure that existed only in urban legends, completely insane and impossible to carry out in reality.

Until now.

I wouldn’t be able to tell you in these simple journal entries how we have garnered the technology to perform such a task, for I do not even know the answer, and I dare not ask out of fear that the answer would be too overwhelming for me to handle. I am satisfied with, albeit completely terrified by, the knowledge that the resources are now available for myself and my team of scientists to use freely.

What also troubles me is that I have been chosen to oversee the entire operation by request of the President, and that the fate of this experiment rests solely in my hands. I also realize that I must accept all responsibility for any unforseen mishaps that may occur during this time.

But the thing that is most unsettling is that I couldn’t quit, even if I wanted to. I have seen too much, and I know too many things about this project to carry on a “normal” life. For, if I somehow have a sudden change of heart during any stage of the project, how could I just quit and leave it all behind, knowing that I could have done something to stop it?

Therefore, I must see this through to the end, or at least, as far as I can permit with whatever remnants of a conscience I have left.

All of the preparations are complete, and we have countless volunteers for the experiment. It pains me how the human race could be so greedy, so lustful for power. Yet, I understand completely why someone would want to do this.

I mean, it’s not every day you get a chance to become the human representation of ultimate divine perfection.

However, this is no standard procedure, by any means. From what we have been told—for even we had to be taught how to carry out the procedure—the participant(s) will suffer much pain and discomfort, some of which can be considered inhumane and morally unjust. But they must understand that it is necessary to endure such suffering to achieve such a level of perfection.

I have often asked myself why I agreed to do it. What cosmic force pushed me, forced my brain to send unwanted signals to my lips and vocal cords as to form an affirmative response? Was it God, calling me to do this for the better of mankind?

Or was it something more sinister?