"If you can read this, then congratulations, you're going to die. Whether you kill yourself or something eats you is irrelevant, because there's no going back after this. Once they send you down here, they don't expect you to come back. 'What that? You found some interesting data and have proven yourself loyal to the Authority? Good, now stay down there, collection more info if you can, and die.' That's how they see us, just rats to the experimented on and discarded. You and I aren't human, and we never will be. If they promised you freedom, or salvation, or having your memories whipped clean, or even the possibility of having your name cleared from whatever crime you committed, they're lying to you. Forget whatever they say to you now and save yourself. 'But how do I save myself?' you may ask. Trick question: you can't and you're a piece of shit for thinking you could. I cut my communications link to the Authority a long time ago, and I've been wondering this rotting corpse of a place for weeks now (or has it been months?), looking for an exit of some kind. I can pretty safely say there's nothing here to save us. I got myself locked in a room, jammed the goddamn door shut so nothing can eat my corpse. I found some cyanide pills laying around here. Their the only real exit out of this place, as far as I can tell. So, you want out? You want happy endings? Fuck you, we don't get those here in the dark.
Signed,
James Hartman, Inmate-264715."