Kana, was it?

Ah, Kana. Kana, Kana, Kana. What a wonderful name for such a wonderful guinea pig. Don't worry dear, you'll be fine in my care.

Today I had to send the institute a list of the treatments I wish to commence on her, so they could make sure it stands up to some sort of government regulations. Bah, those sods. All these rules are good for is getting in the way of a proper treatment.

In any case, I decided that I'd prefer if they'd stay off my back, so I sent them a lengthy article about how I plan to setup a gmail account for the wretch to give her communication to the outside world without endangering anyone, and how I plan to set up an online dream journal for her. The institute loves that sort of rubbish, think it's "revolutionary" or something.

No, my dear. I can definitely feel that what's about to happen shall be revolutionary, but not for that reason.