Vitals are stable. We have been monitoring his heartbeat for the past six weeks. While the EKGs showed varying results, his heart rate is nothing to be concerned about. Johnathon insists otherwise, but I rather not listen to his insane rambling. I see no need to make any alterations now. We've gotten so far, going backwards would simply be a waste of time and money. I'll pump some different medication if it makes him stop his whining. Damn beta blockers. It's only a matter of time until we can release him from the hydrochamber. By that time, we'll be able to test out his powers, should he be functional. My sweet baby boy. Mama cannot wait to see you in action.
Dr. L. Roscoe PhD.
I caught Johnathon late at night in the lab. He was drooling all over his papers. I hate to admit it, but I thought he looked... rather charming asleep. I woke him up and sent him home. What a delusional man. He really thinks he's doing something. No matter. Subject 001 has shown great progress as of late; there were no concerns with his health. Though, I do wonder if he'd survive out here. Not live, per se, but survive. I honestly doubt it. The beta blockers were reinstated, much to Johnathon's worry. If he insists on such trivial things, he should have gone to law school. The fool thinks he knows better than me? What a pathetic creature.
Dr. L. Roscoe PhD
001 has been showing signs of weakness. I knew Duke's genes were just as pathetic as him, if not more. 001 has been displaying bradycardia and dyspnea. If we don't get his vitals up, his powers will be wasted. I ordered Johnathon to fetch more samples of adrenaline from John Hopkins. Whether he succeeds with his meager demeanor, well that's up to fate or "God". We may need more DNA samples. If we lose 001 without a backup, this entire operation would be for naught. I've asked Dr. Essen for more samples, and he obliged. I refuse to test Fletcher's DNA. For all know, it's full of sweat, grease, and desperation. I've already set up the next few specimen; the plants are growing well and seem to have adjusted quite nicely.
Dr. L. Roscoe PhD
Maybe Johnathon was right. I hate to admit it, but the beta blockers seem to have caused more harm than good. It's quite depressing, to say the least. The samples of adrenaline shall have to wait until his damn heart rate drops again. All I hear now is the constant cry of alarms and whistles. I might go mad and just destroy this lab atom by atom. But I know this will be all worth it. Afterall, this is Dr. Lillian Roscoe. Esteemed biomedical engineer. If this fails, I'll be the first to throw it away.
Dr. L. Roscoe PhD
Johnathon suggested I spend more time with 001. As in, I read, talk, and teach to him. This is exactly the problem I knew was going to be an issue from the start. He's growing attached. I cannot allow him to become sentimental. I'll have him removed from the study by tomorrow. If I need his DNA, I'll have him back. But I cannot let emotions get in the way of my work.
Dr. L. Roscoe PhD