You enter a huge room with a lot of beds in it. All of them stripped to the mattress. They don't seem to have been used for a long time. They seem to be filled with sadness. A lot more than the rest of this place.
Erwin seems to be very interested in one bed in particular. You look under it and there's a note that reads, "Help us, please. We're all in agony. This is worst than the death we were promised." You have no idea what the conditions were in this place when the person who wrote this was alive, but it seems to be really bad.
There's another entry on the wall.
Entry number 20,
If they already died, what's the point in keeping them happy? If they really expected to have a nice death, why did they choose to be born again? The yellow abominations that dot my lab can't even use the restroom correctly. Like, L+Ration, lmfao. Learn to shit better. I've started work on perfecting the ectobiology process. More and more of them are forming correctly without any major malformations. Soon, I will be able to make my magnum opus, and the Prime Directive will be fulfilled.