"June 21, Experiment 454 is progressing oddly. Today, it has began to referring itself as "Ariana" it seems. How it even started to be able to communicate this quickly is beyond my comprehension. Either I've messed up terribly, or I've just created the first ever, cohesive and responsive life form from simple cells of two living beings. It seems to be able to speak, and speak English no less. Most likely, it has learned through my coworkers listening on and from me as well. I'm apprehensive to take it out of its tube, though, for the time being. It doesn't seem aggressive yet, which is in my favor. If 454 were to negatively respond to me, I wouldn't be able to gauge her power quite yet. For now, it remains docile." It was around two in the morning, and Rosetta sat in the dimly lit lab with her laptop nestled on her legs and her eyes glued to the screen, only looking up every now and then to take in her work. The more she looked at it, the more her smile grew. This was her manifesto to science. Naturally, she'd dedicated what a normal human would need to survive to something that others saw as inhumane. She wanted this, and just like her childhood, she'd get it in any means possible.