December 4th
We finally did it... the new virus! We call it Progenitor. I will begin detailed investigations into this virus immediately.

March 23rd
Spencer says he's going to start a company. Well, I don't care, as long as I can continue my research into Progenitor. He can do whatever he likes.

August 19th
Spencer keeps hassling me to become the director of his new training facility. Maybe it's due to business, but he's becoming intolerably pushy. Perhaps I can turn this to my advantage. I need a special facility to properly explore all of the secrets of this virus. A place where no one will get in the way.

November 30th
Damn that Spencer! He came to complain to me again today. He thinks of Progenitor as nothing more than a money-spinning tool. Fool! But if his influence continues to grow... it can only be bad for my research. If I'm to properly develop Progenitor, I must strengthen my own position too.

September 19th
At last I've discovered a way to build a new virus type with Progenitor as a base. Mixing it with Leech DNA was the breakthrough I needed. I call this new virus T, and it marks the first successful derivation of the Progenitor line.

October 23rd
It's no good! I can't hope for progress by experimenting on more rodents. Only humans can be a proper mammalian subject for these experiments. Otherwise, I'll never make any real progress.

November 15th
Someone seems to suspect something about my experiments but perhaps it is just my imagination. Well, if anyone does get too close, they may find themselves unexpectedly "assisting" in my research!

January 13th
At last, they are ready. My wonderful Leeches! Those of low intelligence will never have the priviledge of tasting this sense of joy and satisfaction! Now, finally, I can move against Spencer. Soon, I will control everything.

January 31st
The devices I set to protect my work have been disturbed. It appears someone came looking for T and the Leeches. Fool! No doubt the work of Spencer's group.

February 11th
Today, I again found evidence of tampering around the entrance of the labs. If that's what they're after, I must find a suitable way to deal with them. Perhaps I should have William and Albert smoke out the pests... Those two are the only ones I trust. Apart from my beloved Leeches, of course. But Spencer... it wouldn't end there, would it?