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I hid these notes because I wanted them somewhere I could access but I didn't want dad or Clay to find them.
- dad, if you found this, then you should know why I hid them from you. I know exactly what you'd say; he's dangerous, he should be in some glass container somewhere far away, he shouldn't be my friend. I can't do that to him. I'll never do that to him.
- Clay, if you found this, I'm sorry. Assuming you found this before I had the chance to tell you, I always wanted to tell you. I just wasn't sure how. I implore you not to read this without me, but I can't stop you. These were in the lab I found you in.

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The Government is threatening to cut our funding. Those feeble minded fools clearly don't understand my wOrk; why are we focusing on technology outside of our control, when we have yet to unlock the full potential of the human body? Genetic modification is our future, and the fact that no one else can see this but me is more than infuriating. I just need more time…

I am sick and tired of using pathetic, lOwer lifeforms for my work. I've sent dozens of requests for human trials, and I'm starting to think they're ignoring me…do they think I'm joking? My work requires larger, sturdier subjects!
If they do not grant me a human subject, I am not opposeD to finding one myself.
The officials they sent are clearly antsy by my work, yet equally impatient. Genius takes work. They were also clearly unswayed by my proposal for genetically modified super soldiers, something I would've sworn the military would find appealing…can you imagine? Soldiers immune to Bullets, impervious to almost all kinds of physical damage. Able to change forms and shapes as the situation sees fit, for anY kind of obstacle, any kind of terrain.
They looked at me as if I was mad. Clearly no one undErstands.
They aRe officially cutting my funding. No matter. That won't stOp me. All the better, really, no longer am I shackled to their Demands, their rules, their whims. I will continue this project alone if I must, and when I reach it's apex then we wIll see, we'll see them crawling back to me.
I have acquired oNe.