Hi, I would like to introduce myself, but I don't really know my name. If you're reading this, you're probably reading my journal I got from the Foundation. They let me have the pen I "borrowed" so I could write. Sigh, I'm so awkward. So how should I recap? Well, I should start from the beginning. Ever since coming here, it was not exactly good. Everybody was on guard and had tight security, and the scientists here only saw me as lab rats. It was not a nice place, but I got used to it. Over time my life became a little easier. They've given me better food; I was able to have a weekly source of books, a nice bed, and a small restroom with even a bathtub. Of course, I was still investigating my past; after all, there were so many questions, yet so little answers. Like what-what was my past? My origins? Wha-what if I-I had a wife? And, I just...disappeared from her life without a trace. Sigh, sorry, I should stop writing for now.

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"My lord, how long will this hunt for your staff last?"

"Not much longer. I had to be patient and calculating planning for every move maximizing every benefit while securing long-term solutions. That's how we escape from even the most dangerous situations while benefiting. It might be hard, however, once you perfect it, you'll be a great asset."

"I don't have time to learn! The factory could interfere with our plans! And with your staff, he could prolong our plans for many years!"

"This generation sometimes... you have to be careful and patient."

"But-!"

"Patience!"