Journal Day 1

I’m trapped, there’s no denying it. Sure, I have my own room and apart for Dr. Warren’s constant nagging it’s not like I’m shackled somewhere underground. I might as well be however – apparently I am only alive because it makes things easier/faster for my captors. What do they want? The hell if I know, but if I take Dr. Warren’s word they need some information imprinted in my genetic code.

Memories from my ancestors he says. I’m not sure I believe him, but going by what I saw in the Animus he might be telling the truth – a twisted version of it, but the truth nonetheless. The Animus… I still can’t wrap my head around that thing. It lets me relive moments from the life of one of my ancestors – specifically an assassin from the year 1191.

It’s all digital, so in a way I am playing a virtual simulation, but Dr. Warren says everything I experience actually happened in one way or another. Bah…this is all too much for me to absorb in one day… Tomorrow my “testing” will continue, but for now I just need to sleep.

Hopefully things will get clear soon.