Day 1
Franz finds it necessary to keep a journal of my thoughts and feelings while working on this particular assignment. As his personal assistant, I have to abide by his rules regardless of my own "non-professional" opinions. I respect him and all, but in all honesty, I do not see the point in this journal.
My name is Marvin Johnson, but I strictly go by John. My parents didn't seem to care how unhappy I was with my name as a child, but that isn't the point here, and I don't want to get off topic.
To anyone who is reading this, I have no idea what will happen once we finish working on the project. As of right now, government officials have no idea where we are, only that we have created something to combat them with. Once we go global with this project, there may be no way out for any of us.
And when I say any of us, I mean all of Franz's team. I'm only his assistant. There are at least a dozen more of us. We were able to set up shop in an abandoned Citrogën plant. Luckily for us, they had gone under as a business a few years ago. One man's failure is another man's success I suppose.
I really should get to talking about our big project and why we even need it. I hate to disclose such valuable information, but I have been instructed to by Franz, himself. If it were up to me, I wouldn't have any of this disclosed whatsoever. But, he's the boss.
Our project XANA had been a huge success. Franz had acted as though he had just had another child. He had only one daughter that I knew of, and he almost never even gave her the time of day. I suspect he will now, though, with the hiring of much more help.
Back to what I was saying, XANA was a success. Our only problem being, he's not strong enough yet. Franz insists that XANA has enough personality and motive to be almost realistic. I say otherwise. A computer is always a computer. A program is always a program. And that is exactly what his new "son" is. A program.
XANA was created to combat the government project, "Project Carthage." Project Carthage was put into play because of France's past losses and near uselessness in previous wars. It was the ultimate spying system, in which all things connected via internet or sattelite could be hacked into and recorded or listened to. Franz Hopper had never considered being any kind of anarchist until Project Carthage was announced. This new change had infuriated Franz, and he had created XANA in order to "fix" the problem.
And yet, still, I have not even touched base on our new project. I hate to disclose our backup plan, no matter the fact that no one may ever even read this journal. It may be destroyed along with this very factory for all that I know. But yet again I say, Franz has instructed me to begin documenting, and I desperately need this job.
Our project is Project Lyoko. The name could use some work, but that is in fact, our backup plan. I have no details on what exactly what Lyoko is, because I have not yet been allowed into the production of it yet. I suspect I will be allowed in soon.
As soon as I have more details, I will disclose them. For now, the work day is done, so I will be signing off.