Journal Log.

9th June 2000

Interestingly, many rare technology parts can be sourced from the dark web. I ordered parts for computer upgrades and a neural keyboard a few days earlier. With these devices, I'll be able to shorten the time to reach my goal.

Last night, the skeleton figure, known publicly as Ghost Rider, was reportedly seen in New York, yet no footage of the incident surfaced. This also marked the third time he appeared consecutively for three days.

Recalling the night I encountered that entity, there was an unsettling sense of familiarity. After some deduction process, I'm sure that 'it' is a man named Johnny Blaze. His height, gait and movement, combined with the size and build of his motorcycle, all match Blaze's profile. Additionally, the unnatural way he survived near-fatal stunts during his shows further supports my theory.

How he came to be the Ghost Rider is still unknown. Based on past occurrences, I doubt he has full control over this transformation. While last night's incident suggests he is targeting criminals and lowlifes, the real question is: Will his presence eventually endanger innocent people?

15th June 2000

After installing the upgrades and BCI (Brain Computer Interface), a device that translates brain signals into computer codes, I was able to complete my mobile game projects in a single day. The device allowed me to bypass manual typing entirely, converting thoughts directly into code. What would have taken months of work was finished within hours.

The games have been submitted to Stark Mobile for collaboration, as they will be pre-installed when customers buy their phones. This is because there is no app store at this time yet due to the lack of competition in the phone industry. However, I predict that will change soon, especially with Hammer Industries announcing plans to release a superior phone to Stark's in the coming months.

Unlike in my previous world, where all fields seemed to progress somewhat evenly, the advancement of technology in this era is skewed. Biology and computer technology are more advanced than other branches for unknown reasons. 

The advancement of space and military technology is well-known and understandable given the intense rivalry between the US and USSR during the Cold War, which spurred massive investments in satellite and space exploration.

However, what stands out is the unexplained surge of development in biology and computer sciences without an obvious catalyst or known motive after World War II. Countries large and small began heavily funding research in these fields throughout the world, without a known motive.

I suspect that a hidden incident by the governments prompted them to invest in this area, which obviously involved human trials. Further research needs to be done.

29th June 2000

A computer game called Blackshot, from Vincent's memory, was replicated completely by me. The additional elements, such as events, skins, and mods, will be handled later once I bring on more developers.

Another game, PUBG, is also in the works. I'll launch it once Wayne Games has been established and gained some reputation. Large servers and staff need to be prepared first before the game is to be launched. The game will serve as a major update, an extension of Blackshot, connecting the two games, making the game more popular and shooting the company to fame consequentially. 

I've also begun laying the foundational core for several other games with distinct themes. One focuses on survival, much like Fallout, where players must navigate a post-apocalyptic world. Another will dive into historical warfare, inspired by the tactical intensity of Call of Duty. Finally, I'm developing an action-packed, story-driven game similar to Sleeping Dogs, an open-world environment filled with combat.

These games will diversify Wayne Games' portfolio, ensuring we stay competitive and innovative in the industry.

Speaking of Vincent's memory, during Johnny Blaze's daredevil event, I suffered a splitting headache after trying to push my brain beyond its capacity to calculate his stunts and flashes of Vincent's memory ran through my brain.

I faced a confusing realisation, a mix of relief and sadness. It seems Vincent already died in his original world. The boy lived in a nation called the Republic of North and South America, a distant future in the year 2110. A meteor bigger than Earth collided with it, pulling Earth toward its gravity whilst destroying it and triggering a complete apocalypse.

I faced a confusing realisation, a mix of relief and sadness. Relief that I didn't take the boy's life and sadness for the young boy's unfortunate end, making us have something in common. Death.

This accident of memories also influences my speech as a side effect. I'm less rigid, less strict and more informal. It's a side effect I didn't anticipate.

On the other hand, for Kratos, the Spartan warrior, his memories remain elusive. I haven't gathered any important information from the glimpses of memory. 

10th July 2000

After the paperwork for Wayne Games had been submitted, I bought a 3-floor office for the company, here in New York.

Two days ago, I held an interview session for the company and found a couple of talented programmers and game developers are struggling. A hefty salary and promises to fund their projects were enough for them to sign the contract on the spot.

A few applicants also applied for the job of personal assistant and a complication emerged. One of the applicants has an exceptional resume, a woman named Amelia Vought. Her résumé was impressive, filled with years of relevant experience, though she had taken several long breaks from her career. This gap in employment made it difficult for her to find work immediately, but her credentials were undeniably strong.

The issue wasn't with her qualifications, though. It was with her bearing. Amelia moved like someone trained in combat. All her moves were to ensure her survival. Habits are hard to erase, and that can be seen in Amelia as her first step after entering the interview room was to locate an escape route—doors, windows, from the movement of her eyes. Then she moved herself out of the line of sight from the window, a move common among those trained to avoid snipers. It was subtle but unmistakable.

Did they find me already? Is she an ally or an enemy?

I'll keep her close and see if it's coincidental or on purpose. Time will reveal her true intentions.

28th July 2000

It's too long.

The process of paperwork, the legality and all the minor details are too long. Not counting the reputation and assets needed to buy government-controlled materials like the Uranium. It will take too long for me to gather resources for building the Teleporter, which will take years to finish, not including the trials and failures. 

Should I go with the illegal way? Buying the materials through the dark web. Sure, it is fast, but many problems and wrong things are there. 

First, the items' authenticity is not guaranteed. Second, risks of attracting attention due to the material's prices. They will know and try to track me when I buy expensive items and link me with the missing funds from many offshore accounts a couple of months before. Third, I refuse to have a transaction with sellers that traffic humans and drugs. I don't want to contribute to their disgusting actions. 

Will there be another way?