Reality Bites! - Rest In Peace -

Due to the sudden death of one of its creators, 500rads may be no more.


This blog was created as a "feeler" ... to see if there was a continued interest in a Cloverfield sequel, as well as an experiment on how viral marketing spreads.

Sixteen participants were given certain tasks; they had to run with them. Not all of those involved completed their tasks: One ended up parallelized; one disappeared; and several more created blogs/sites which ended up so Helter/Skelter they were deemed total garbage - i.e. c111111 (and that's not the worst of it).


One roll in the 500rads blog was "Hal" and the 2001/2010 references: "The Year We Make Contact" 2010.
... We had no idea (at that time) that this would involve Spielberg and Abrams ... It was just a little bug in our ear.




There's a lot more to this story.

Do You Believe What You See?

Hal is gone, Thad is gone ...
Carol and Sakura have become cold-sores in our mouths!

There is no moving back. There's no moving forward.

We are living in the here and now!

Forget the stars, and the fishes, ... study entomology.


Seek, and you shall find ... (uncredited)

Set Pics ... Continued.

Take a look at me now ...



















While Hal is gone, other members of the "crew" will take over this blog.

The Fourth World

This notion is not a new one but this time it is a definite plan which I intend to carry out. I have worked it out carefully and I am thrilled by the idea. Naturally I feel nervous, but the pleasure of anticipation is great.
I do seem to remember a process where you people ask me questions and I give you answers, and then I ask you questions and you give me answers, and that's the way we find out things. I think I read that in a manual somewhere.



The next time I write in this diary I may be dead.

Vis-à-vis

It has become increasingly difficult operating this equipment single handed.



My thoughts have become sporadic and charred by my misfortunes. The small pittance earned from the sale has all but run out completely, pretty much making this whole thing pointless. Sorry for you, Thad, while your mother wiped the hard drive clean, she did not obliterate the cache. The information is retrievable. But, I fear, my deterioration may hinder any chances of me finding the cure. Why have you done this? Why? Were you bored? Did you want attention? What do you think you could have personally gained? I'm curious what you are seriously expecting/hoping for.

As for those of us who worked on the project, we felt we were doing mankind a favor. Our operation was covert from the beginning. We had no idea something as misguided as a falling chunk of space debris would not only take out one of our satellites, but also accelerate one of the many experiments which had not been properly safeguarded. We just didn't know.

The crew has scattered. Some ran away; frightened by what had happened. Many remained, trying to tighten security in the event some unforeseeable occurrence happens in the future. As for the "here and now," clean-up teams have formed to eradicate the errors I have made, both here in NYC and in London. Along with my co-workers (good luck, assholes), that bitch, Sakura, has left me here to die, running off on some idiotic tangent to find Thad. I still don't know who that little shit is, or why he's so hell bent on whatever "mission" he feels he needs to conquer!

I can only wait and see. If he's infected, as he claims to be, ... And, I see by some of the comments posted here, the infection may be spreading despite any efforts by the YMR solutionists. Living flesh is not concrete.

Eventually, concrete erodes and crumbles.

Procedure

I enter surgery in three hours. I'm not sure of the details, but my Doctor informs me it's to "repair damaged muscle tissue due to the spread of the infection."

Among the items gathered from my place of residence, I am pleased to have been once again connected to the outside world via my LapTop. Thank you all for your support during this time of malady.

An infection is the detrimental colonization of a host organism by a foreign species. In an infection, the infecting organism seeks to utilize the host's resources to multiply, usually at the expense of the host. The infecting organism, or pathogen, interferes with the normal functioning of the host and can lead to chronic wounds, gangrene, loss of an infected limb, and even death.

Tremors

As planned, I checked in with my Doctor on Tuesday.
He admitted me into St. Vincent's Hospital.
A nurse's aid went to my apartment to gather some items; I am scheduled for surgery this weekend.

I have no feeling in my fingertips and my hair is falling out in clumps.

I have not heard word from my Daughter since her Wedding Day.

I'm not sure if it's just me and my body shakes, but there seems to be seismic activity, and it's not my imagination that the lights flicker during those moments.

The constant moaning and occasional screams, along with an endless barrage of sirens from the outside world prevent me from a proper sleep.