You enter a big room with a large machine in it. It feels eerily familar. But you can't quite put your finger on it. The cats seem super interested in it. If they could get to the machine, you bet they would chew on it a whole bunch.
There's another entry on the wall.
Entry number 19,
Prime Directive has, shifted to a more beneficial project. No more cloning humans and goats, now it's for birds. So far, I've had a little success with the Prime Directive. The little yellow bundle of feathers I spawned from this machine began talking to me about, something, it's unclear though as the juvenile nature of Ectobiology lends itself to little mature abilities, such as talking.