Patrick's Memoirs 2


 * I cannot stop thinking about the screams of those poor
 * souls imprisoned in the basement. Administrated the virus
 * to all of them as per Master Spencer's instructions one
 * week ago. Whatever they've become now, they are no longer
 * human.


 * I have assisted with the multiple experiments at Master
 * Spencer's behest. I do not know of what use a simple butler
 * not schooled in the sciences such as myself can be, but I
 * should be proud that the master trusts me with his
 * important work. He usually has nothing but contempt or
 * distrust for those around him.


 * However, I cannot help but feel a disconnect between how
 * I think I should feel and my actual mental state. One the
 * other hand, I am filled with joy at the chance to assist the
 * master in any way I can; on the other, I feel as if I am
 * loosing a bit of my soul with each experiment I assist
 * with. The only way I an preserve my mental faculties is
 * by taking time off, or by trying to divorce myself from all
 * emotion.


 * Whichever the case, I must act and not question the
 * master.


 * Duty and honor; that is what is at stake.


 * For generations, my family has been in loyal service to
 * the Spencer household. I will not betray my duties, and I
 * will serve Master Spencer until the end. I have dedicated
 * my life to serving him, and there is no turning my back
 * on that.


 * It is time to check on the test subjects and report on
 * their current condition to Master Spencer.


 * I will carry out my duties, and I will do so honorably.