Log 001:
I have made a monumental discovery! I have found a machine that dates back thousands of years, but the technology inside is unlike anything we have here on Earth! I also found some shards of volcanic glass underneath, which is unusual because they couldn't have formed there naturally.
Log 002:
Unable to decipher the purpose of the machine's bizarre vein-like innards, I decided to see if there was anything noteworthy about the shards. Chemically speaking, no. But their molecular structure eerily resembles neural pathways; they even piece together into an octagonal gemstone. Of dubious scientific merit, but neat.
Log 003:
I've had a breakthrough! After rigorous testing and analysis of the red fluid contained inside the machine, I've found that it has extraordinary crystallization capabilities! A sample of sand dumped into a beaker of the fluid and given an electric charge produced a quartz crystal roughly [REDACTED] the sand's original mass over 24 hours. The obsidian shards, however, are strangely unaffected. Perhaps I just need more power?
Log 004:
I've concluded that the machine was used to grow gemstones similar to the obsidian shards. For what purpose, I don't know. But think of the applications for this technology in the modern world! I've restored the machine as best I can. Now comes the moment of truth…
Log 005:
The experiment was a failure. And also a success…I should probably explain myself there. The machine couldn't handle the amount of energy I pumped into it and failed catastrophically. When I went to retrieve the sample after the dust had settled, it had apparently grown a large, orange outer shell. Then, something inexplicable happened. The stone started glowing, then it floated out of my hand. The light grew more and more intense, engulfing the stone and taking on a vaguely humanoid shape. The light faded, revealing what looked like a little girl made of an orange gel. She drifted gently to the floor, just standing there before gravity took hold and she started falling backwards. I managed to catch her just before her head hit the ground. Then, just as I was starting to digest all of what happened, her eyes opened. A pair of bright, innocent eyes staring curiously back at me. I felt like a father holding his newborn child…
I've named her "Amber".
Log 006:
I've run a full analysis; turns out Amber's gemstone really is an amber. Go figure. If only it were so easy to tell what the rest of her is made of. Her body's obviously much more massive than the gemstone it originated from—and whatever it's made of, she can change its density to become more solid or more fluid at will. Intelligence-wise, Amber is very much a very young girl. That said, she is an incredibly fast learner. She's learning things almost as fast as I can teach them to her!
Log 007:
It's been a few weeks since my last entry—Amber can be a handful, but she's developing extremely fast. Mentally, I mean—physically, she still resembles an 8 year-old girl; but she only became mentally 8 a couple days ago. She's been asking more and more about the outside world and where I found her. I hate having to keep her cooped-up in the lab all the time, but who knows what would happen if someone found out about her…
No. Tomorrow, I'm going to take her with me when I go into town. I'll go check on her and then turn-in myself.
Log 008:
Amber's not alone. Whatever these gemstone-people are, they're not friendly. There's much, much more to Amber's abilities that I don't understand, but one thing's clear: she's going to need all the help I can give her.