Summary: You hold a book in your hands, it's been torn up, beaten and thrown about like it was nothing. On the first page was this, "Okay, you might want to grab a chair…" Spoilers for 'Rabble' and 'Dark Passage'

Disclaimer: I do not own, in any shape or form, the TV series Generator Rex

Hello.

Hola. 你好 Bonjour. こんにちは. Hallo. Olá.

This is Rex, once upon a time normal teenager, gang leader, and government agent. If you're anything like me, you're probably wondering what this is doing being in in your jacket pocket.

I'm you. Unless, y'know, you're someone who stole this from an amnesiac guy who is, may I remind you, probably really interested in getting this back; then I COMMAND YOU, GIVE IT BACK OR I'LL MAKE FUTURE ME KICK YOUR BUTT! And if it's Noah or Bobo reading this, get the heck out of my stuff, you jerk(s)! If you're not, and staring at the page in confusion, then you're probably me. Lo siento.

So, I'm a Providence agent. If that doesn't mean anything to you, I don't blame you. Some things about that place should be forgotten. Providence is a government funded agency that 'Cures, Contains, or Kills EVOs' Yep. Company motto right there. Ask someone else what the heck EVO stands for because I can't spell it here.

(There's a note that's stuck in-between the pages. In spidery handwriting, it spelled out EVO: Exponentially Variegated Organism. You shrug at it, still having no idea what it means.)

EVOs are (or were, I have no idea if we'll ever stop the bad ones from roaming by the time you read this) pretty much a normal person's worst nightmare.

Someone let loose these tiny little nano machines throughout the entire world through an earth-shattering explosion. I'm not sure if I was there or not. Except they had incomplete programming, so now every living thing could mutate, lose their minds, and start destroying buildings, cities, anything.

(You shudder: Pictures of horrific monsters tearing up concrete like it was nothing, a man with katanas running around, people screaming, and…a bunny? Shaking your head, you read on.)

I should tell you right now that you're an EVO. Oh, and have a monkey for a sidekick and a ninja for a nanny. You know, if nothing happens to them.

Freaked out yet? Don't look at me like that, it's not my fault that you can control machines! Put your hand to a locked door, concentrate, and it opens. It's good for getting free sodas, too. Rylander said something about an accident, and that early versions of the nano machines (a.k.a Nanites) were the only way to save me. (Save us?)

(You put the book down and experiment, still doubting. The door couldn't be unlocked, but you got this sweet mechanical fist. A small smile is on your face as you keep reading.)

I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to tell you why this journal exists.

The amnesia, it's happened before. And it will happen again. Once, I had the best crew of friends in Hong Kong, and a brother! I barely know anything about them, and they know more about me than I ever could rediscover.

The only thing we can do about it is keep our thoughts down somewhere. Voice notes can be altered. Digital files can be hacked. Sure, books can be burned, or torn apart, but the point is that you know it's me. Who's you. Ay dios mío! This is going to give me such a headache…

We need to remember, or else the same mistakes will happen again. Remember, you're smart, and if we can just gather up enough information we can make it easier for the next Rex. Even if he's a jerk, he'll still need us. We're awesome like that.

Try not to worry. We're survivors, because I've been though this, you're going through this, and the next one's gonna have to catch up pretty quick. Have fun, be nice and if anyone tries to hurt you, KICK THEIR SORRY BUTT! (Yes, you can do that.)

Rex

P.S: Please, please keep the goggles. They are 100% pure awesome. Also, jalapeños are spicy, don't say I didn't warn you!

Translations:

Everything in the introduction: Hello.

Lo siento: I am sorry.

Ay dios mío: Oh my God.

Author's Note: Yes, no, maybe, lobster? I hope I got his voice right. This is the introduction to Rex's new journal. I figured he'd have to write it sometime, and this just popped out of my head. Oh, and the italicized bits are new Rex, doing things. Review please!

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