The white walls to which I am chained, the window with bulletproof glass. I've spent my whole life in this lab.

Power of my vectors are growing, but soon scientists will kill me, preventing me from reaching the peak of my power.

(Should I pretend that my strength has stopped growing? Then eventually I'll have enough power to escape... Or cause pity to one of the scientists for me?) My vectors are ready to tear them to shreds... I trying to restrain them.