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Item #: RPC-XXXX

Object Class: Theta

Containment Protocols:

Interviewed: RPC-XXXX

Interviewer: Dr. Jackson

Foreword: This is the first interview conducted with RPC-XXXX in order to identify it's properties and anomalous abilities.

<Begin Log, AM>

Interviewer: Greetings, Dias.

Person: Hello Dr. Jackson.

Interviewer: So, do you care to explain the reason of your sudden unexpected visit and subsequent surrender to the Authority's forces.

Person: I'm retired, Doc.

Interviewer: Excuse me?

Person: I've been on this floating space rock for over 9000 years…when you're that old…you see things…

Interviewer: Care to elaborate on your origins?

Person: Sure doc, so…[RPC-XXXX remains silent for aproximately 10 seconds] My mother was a simple midwife of the tribe. She herself was not able to give birth to life like the rest of them. She was destined to die without someone on her side or on her lap. One day…she decides to go into her last walk in the wilderness…and there…she found my father.

Interviewer: Who was your father?

Person: He was a special fella, that's for sure, people with creative minds would have put him along the many eldritch gods of literary mythos.

Interviewer: And his name?

Personr: ███████████

Interviewer: [Visible shock]

Person: Yeah, not a name you would give to your son, eh? So from what I know, he was stranded on your planet, unable to contact the rest of his…I guess you could say people.

Interviewer: And what did he do to your mother?

Person: He gave her the wish she wanted. She must have thought of his as some god.

Interviewer: And what did she do afterwards?

Person: She returned to her tribe…ecstatic over what had happened to her…a child inside her…what more could you ask in the Bronze Age? Besides not being eaten by lions, of course.

Interviewer: And what happened after the period of pregnancy?

Person: I….[Proceeds to cry]…I killed her! She gave me life…and I killed her!

Person: I teared her apart during birth…she couldn't take it…she died shortly after my first cries…

Interviewer: I see…so what happened to you afterwards?

Person: Whatever that fucker of a father was made of had a big effect on me. I was stronger that 3 men of the tribe and I could turn into anything i knew of…people, animals, weapons…not when they were watching me, though.

Interviewer: [speech]

Person: [speech]
[Repeat as necessary]

<End Log, [optional time info]>

Closing Statement: [Small summary and passage on what transpired afterward]

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