June 11th, 1985
The doctor has begun to display some concerning behaviour. Our subject is stable now and speaks in full sentences. She's even started tapping into her new genes. No human is anything like her, and she is exactly what we've been hoping for since day 1. But the doctor wants more. He wants to inject her with more genes. He says he has created stronger ones. But when I examined them closely, they appeared to be unstable.
Alas, the doctor is usually right, so we will proceed with our trials.
I wish you were here.
Sincerely,
Sam.
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