After his latest round of inoculations, Owen Guthrie’s memory has been going downhill.
Transcript:
Guthrie: I’d give this recording a proper number but it’s gotten so bad, I’ve lost track.
Guthrie: Ever since that last round of Aetherium exposure inoculations my memory has been going shit.
Guthrie: One of the doctors told me I should document my days, see if it gets better or worse.
Guthrie: Considering I can’t recall basic protocol I put in place, I’d say it’s not getting better.
Guthrie: I’ve always had a steel trap memory. Now something falls out of my head every day like it was never there. It’s fucking scary.
Guthrie: Most recently, the damn lock code on Nathan’s containment unit has been slipping my mind.
Guthrie: Poor fucking kid. - Fuck this place. And fuck her.
Guthrie: I’ve got a reminder system for all three digits. I see them everyday on my normal rounds so it shouldn’t raise suspicion.
Guthrie: We got tons of dangerous shit in here and if I crack up, I’m done. Worse, people are gonna get hurt.
Guthrie: I can’t sleep. I’m scared I’m gonna wake up and not know who the hell I am.
Guthrie: I need my transfer request approved now. Being here is like putting my brain in a paper shredder.