September 30th, 1985
It is over. Everything we worked so hard for, destroyed in seconds. The new genes were rejected by the subject and she stopped breathing this morning. I am in disbelief and the doctor seems to have gone mad. He keeps insisting it worked and is now looking for a new subject. I have to stop him before anybody gets injured. If this is my last letter for a time, don't be dismayed. Give Theo a kiss for me.
With love,
Sam
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