He's dead. On Sunday, he activated the 'failsafe.' There weren't even any ashes left. Here's the transcript of the last recording he made:
I hope this thing's...
...on. Because I won't try to do this again.
Things went downhill after my last report.
I had finally done it! I found way to separate the Azoth! Only to fall asleep while holding a tube full of acid. Destroying every sample, and even all of my notes.
I can't even remember how I did it. I just did. Right now, I'm sitting on the bed in here shivering and hating myself. I can't take any more samples, I've already gone far past the 'you should stop drawing blood' point.
There's only one thing left to do. So, don't lose hope everyone. There is a way. We can win this. We can survive.
This is Carter, signing off.
After I had received the recording, he activated the failsafe. All that survived in his lab were the file cabinets. I've compiled all of it into a package. Ms. Med, you will receive your package soon. I removed the file about you, however. Everything else is yours to use as you see fit.
I also have been reading many of these blogs while deciding what to do. I've come to a conclusion: it's time for me to stop being neutral. Rules be damned. Normally when I take human form and I have thoughts like this, I call that form 'defective' and find another. Not this time. Of course, I'll still will be my regular self. Just with less 'rules' that I follow. Including any that may or may not cause paradoxes. In other words: if I can, I will help anyone who deserves it. Even if it leads to my undoing. That is all. -- Jack