September 10th, 2012
Hey scientists from the future! Michelangelo here! Donnie said he was writing this so you guys could have something to go on when you found our cold dead carcasses strewn around the sewer or at some Kraang facility with a thousand blaster burns in our shells. (Just to verify here, I'm the awesome one.)
Speaking of Don, the only reason I'm writing this dumb diary entry (AND IT TOTALLY IS A DIARY, DON!) instead of him is he can't be bothered to get out of bed. He's been sneezing all over the lair ever since this morning and he's been bedridden ever since he had a sneezing fit during training and almost killed himself. Sensei sent him to his room for sleep, but unfortunately not before he wrote up the science-y part of this paper and told me to glue it into here. So here's the boring part:
[ I'll start off by saying I know if we're cold-blooded or not (we are...). I nearly went into hibernation last night on the roof. Jo needed to track down Leo and when I came around we were back in the lair and everyone was staring at me. I guess I got a little sick. Serves me right for being out all night in September.
Thankfully, before Sensei barricaded me in my room (he actually truthfully did) I could get a good look at Jo's mutation progress. The coral is rapidly expanding, tearing the bandages around her torso as it curls around her ribs. It's also crawling up her neck and is almost at her jaw line. By my estimations it will only take another... five days, a week at the most, before it consumes her completely. I need to be out of this prison and in my lab! I wish Splinter could see that! But he insists I stay here until I get at least four hours of sleep at the least! I don't have time to be in bed, I need to make an antidote for Jo otherwise she'll die. And I believe everyone's gotten too attached to her for that to happen.
I haven't told anyone my theory. Everyone thinks she's going to live for a long time yet and I don't want to be the one to tell them otherwise. It would be... too hard.
Also, I have made another interesting and slightly worrying discovery. This morning, I was chipping off a piece of coral from Jo's back, like I do nearly every day for testing purposes, and she gasped. I asked if I was hurting her, but she denied it, although I could tell that she was totally in pain. I'm afraid that the coral is not only growing inward, outward, and expanding, it is making itself a PART of her, merging with her nervous systems and maybe other systems as well. I'm not sure about the others, since I didn't have time to perform a scan before Splinter sent me into confinement (but I'm not bitter or anything...).
Jo came to visit me, against Splinter's orders. She's got some guts. She sat still while I observed all the above. I probably sneezed all over her... Because that's just my luck. She didn't say anything, though. April would've. Just another difference between them.
I'm making this shorter than normal because, in all honesty, I feel like crap. Splinter had better not read this or he'll gloat...]
That was probably mundo boring. I wouldn't know, I didn't read it (science-y stuff is your thing. And Donnie's thing. And Bill Nye's thing.) I started to read the other entries, but I got bored after the first paragraph, like you guys probably did.
Anyway, I've got a pizza in the oven so I'm finished here. Later, dudes.
