The Prototype has grown fond of your daily visits, which is both helpful and infuriating for the company. Helpful in the fact that you were actually getting him to talk, but infuriating in the fact that he only wants to talk to you. Doctor Sawyer has tried to get other scientists to pry information out of him, but that hasn't gone over well..

Yesterday, he threw a giant fit after a different scientist was brought in, so today, they had no choice but to have you come in and talk with him. Clipboard in hand, you entered his giant cell, and there he was in the corner, all huddled up as usual.

"..You're here," The Prototype's static-y, broken voice rang out through the cell, his eyes seemingly lighting up when he saw you. "I am glad."