Sometimes I can hear them outside. I don’t know if the subjects notice or not. Sometimes I hear the screaming, the gunshots, the explosions. Even all the way out here, we’re not free from this. It was naive of me to think that was possible. I do not know how they could have possibly drifted this far out, though. Perhaps they were looking for us, in order to slow our development. I would sooner give my life than let them achieve that. I think Subject J hears it sometimes, but only at night. Only when it’s quiet. The others remain oblivious, but I care not. They will learn eventually.