I know for certain that those reading this are wondering who I am, so for you, I have decided to make this.
Who am I? Well, I don't even know the answer to that myself. I have been with The Foundation for what feels like a lifetime. I don't exactly know how long I've been here but given the last date I remember being outside in civilization and the date I last saw while writing this, I have been here for nearly ten years now. I should have left after a month, and yet I stayed. This house of horrors that apparently has similar sites all over the world is nowhere for anyone to live unless they are one of these creatures that are locked up here, and yet I find myself believing that some shouldn't even be isolated and treated as prisoners or test subjects. I haven't had a proper conversation with anyone save for say answering questions or repeating orders, not in years, and I miss it. They can't just kill me since the Ethics Committee would have a fit, they can't just let me go as I know too much and I won't die because I don't want to when I still have things to report and inform people of.