No! I have been betrayed and lied to, they have stolen my research, destroyed my lab, and stabbed me in my back.
As I lay here dying I realized that all of this was for naught, my research, my beloved creations, will never become the thing I wish them to be.
They will never change the world.
It's all the fault of that man, that investor, I swear even if I die I'll come back and find him, somehow, somewhere.
I won't let my dreams die, I will be back, I will make my work revolutionary.
To those in the future that find this diary, to those that remember me, that learn of me, carry on my will, carry on my honor, and finish just one task for me.
Find the white oak tree that bares the mark of the yellow eagle and burn it.
Sincerely - A Lost Dreamer