Transcript: I… visited Eve's Garden today… it ended poorly. My seed… sold to the enemy. The motive of the whore, as yet, eludes me. But Atlas approaches… and come what may, I will not be made a slave. I wonder… in recording, do I confess? Just now, Sinclair saw me in the corridor, perhaps reading my face. The bastard looked me right in the eye… and suggested I make an appointment with Doctor Lamb.