Subjects 1 – 102 developed the usual symptoms of Lacuna Carcinoma and were jettisoned. Yet 103 lived, and continues to grow at a prodigious rate. I have recorded detailed bioscans in the central comlog, but make this statement now for the remnants of humanity in the Oort cloud. They call me the hero of the Designing Nature Association, but as I look into the mirror, my eyes deny that lie.
Fibrosarcoma had claimed all imagines thus far, despite my team’s best efforts. The task of engeneering a human brain into an Exeogen carcass seemed insurmountable, even to us. Then last evening, as Ganymede rose across the face of Jov, the 103rd Imago evolved. The synchronicity of this timing -- on the very day Earth succumbed to the swarming Miasma -- cannot be denied.
Over 100kg already, number 103 regards me with something close to intelligence in its flitting eyestalks. Hungry again already, it oscitates its mandibles greedily. But there is no digestible biomass left on the station. Alone now, and with no resupply for three cycles, I don't know how I will keep it alive. This creature is now our only hope.