Since psychology is such a big factor for Viral Avatars, we have attached the diary of Lei Feiung in which he detailed his transformation and life as Viral Avatar. Hopefully, this will help you in dealing with these enemies of mankind, Sentinel. [i] I can feel the virus. Its voice echoes through my cells and my genome shifts under its passing. The divide between us dwindles by the second. We are becoming one. And so I sit here, staring at my hand and waiting for a feeling of terror that will never come. I know that I'm supposed to be terrified and disgusted, but all I can feel is excitement. The virus has finally opened my eyes to a truth I have suppressed all my life: I hate myself so much that I welcome any change to my being, any at all. This moment of clarity is the most important gift I have ever been made. I'll be forever in its debt. [/i] [i] I've just started the first assault on civilian targets and with surprise on my side the casualties start to pile up high. Finally I can look at those numbers without feeling remorse or guilt and the ever-present fear that someone might notice that. There is only the deep satisfaction that every dead body will bring me closer to my goal. [/i] [i] They have always praised my skills. Indeed, I have been taught well but until now I have always fought with a dull blade. My every strike was full of hesitation, every cut required so much effort and energy. I could only prevail because my enemies were even more incompetent than me. But now the virus has given me the edge I have always longed for. Watch me cut you down. We were 250 in the beginning. Children from all ranks of society, recruited through many different programs. A few were even clones of famous leaders of the past, but they didn't fare any better than the others. One of us would be the commander of our troops in the great war that would come, they told us. The others would not be needed. [/i] [i] No, they never hesitated to cull the weak from our ranks. They were not driven away in shame, nor were they killed swiftly. Their deaths were slow and cruel and we were all made to watch. Motivational training, they called it. It worked for me. Their screams made me stay awake at night and study while others slept. I was so afraid of dying that I could kill others without hesitation. Dying through my hand was so merciful compared to what could have happened to them. [/i] [i] Their screams have never left me. I was always well aware of the fact that our soldiers and the enemy alike were humans just like me and my comrades. Still, I sent them to their deaths so that others could live. So that I could live. Their death was the basis for my survival, and I have always felt bad because of this. But not any more. [/i] [i] For the first time in my life I have watched some movies and listened to music. And I have seen this so-called human culture for what it really is: An intricate web of lies humans tell themselves because they cannot face the truth. All these stories about conflict with a purpose, ethics and a place in the greater scheme of things. For centuries mankind has told itself these stories so no one has to admit that he only kills in order to secure his own survival. My creation was the peak in this development, a substitute killer that takes this burden from you. [/i] [i] You have created me as a weapon of mass destruction and I will live up to your expectations. I will be swift, merciful and impartial. Don't blame me if you don't want to face the consequences of your actions. It was not the military that created me. It was society, and having become the virus I will change it the way it changed me. The cells of the future world will not know the organelles named mankind any more. Tomorrow I will attack an evacuation ship and through it I will ascend to the stars in a much more literal sense then phony human metaphorics could ever express. Soon, the universe will know peace again. [/i]