June 8th, 1998
My dearest Ada,

By the time you read this letter, I will
no longer be the person you once knew.
The results of my test came out today,
and as I suspected, it came out positive.

I feel like I am teetering on the edge of
reason just thinking about my
impending doom. I would give anything
not to have to become one of them.

As far as I know, you are not infected.
I sincerely hope things do not reach
such a desperate pass, but if it has
turned out that you are now the last
person remaining alive, I want you to
get the material from the Visual Data
Room.

 

 

Then, activate the Self-Destruct
System in the Power Room, and escape
from here. Please do everything in your
power to make this whole accident
public.

If everything is still running normally,
you should be able to release all the
locks using the Security System.

 

I have set up the terminal in the small
security room so that you can log in to
the system using my name and your
name as the password.

 

You will need another password to
release the lock of the door in Basement
Level Two where the Visual Data Room
is located.

As a safety measure I have coded that
password into an X-ray picture; a
roentgenogram. I know you, and I'm
sure you will be able to work it out
without any trouble.

 

 

There is just one more thing... and it is
my last request. I hope you never have
to lay eyes on me in this state, but if
you do happen to run into me in my
hideous form, I beg you to put me out
of my misery. I hope you understand.

Thank you, Ada.
Yours truly,

John