*The paper reads "12/25/1987
The Christmas Feast today was a total downer. In the morning, I was awakened to the screaming between my parents. I wonder why violence between others is so common? And, to add to this, Stephanie’s illness doesn’t seem to be getting any better. The dinner itself was total anarchy. Silverware thrown, food destroyed. Everything was unsalvageable, so I had to starve for today. Besides that, I began working on a side project. It’s not much, but it brings a little hope. Technology seems to be the future of this country. Maybe, it can even help take care of Stephanie.
7/6/1988
The project is going well. It can now adapt to more human scenarios, and its emotions seem intact. If things go as planned, i’ll have a fully operative human by the end of the summer. This task has taken a significant toll on me. I’m starting to grow stressed, and violent. I’m becoming totally unapproachable. But, it’ll all be worth it, once this machine is active. For now, i’ve been told to see a psychologist. But, what do they know? All they care about is their paycheck. No, what I need is to finish this. I’m so close I can taste it. Nothing else matters."*