NO.  4444 
SEX:  F 
BIRTHDATE:  4/4, 0 
SPECIES:  Air Genasi 
Notes: 4444 was only created a week ago but shows incredible potential already. It's obvious what her future holds. One of my coworkers voiced concern over her, as 4 is an unlucky number. There is no room for superstition here.
Physical Status: She is young, we cannot measure anything about her yet that isn't from first glance. Her eyes glow and we believe her veins do too. Her blood is an almost clear, light blue upon exiting her body.
Emotional Status: She does not cry, which is a relief.
Procedures, Upgrades, Tests: None as of now
Caretaker Notes: I am excited to see what she brings to this lab.
Written by:  Dr. ?? 
NO.  4444 
SEX:  F 
BIRTHDATE:  4/4, 4 
SPECIES:  Air Genasi 
Notes: 4444 is a strange girl. Her behavioural issues have gotten worse and she has taken to biting others when trying to be handled. HANDLE WITH CAUTION
Physical Status: We cannot get close enough to check up. All we can say is that she has an impressive bite and incredible aim.
Emotional Status: Incredibly hot-headed. Any and every word we speak to her is taken as a challenge. She has been seen instigating fights with other kids much older then her, and winning. We brought in a new specimen recently and 4444 has taken a liking to her. She is much calmer around her and enjoys her company.
Procedures, Upgrades, Tests: As stated before. We cannot get close enough to determine what needs to be done.
Caretaker Notes: 4444 is a nightmare to work with. It's a good thing for us, but not for me personally. Should something happen and they find them, she cannot be used against us. My arms are covered in bandages and I dread the tests, but I will continue.
Written by:  Dr. ?? 
NO.  4444 
SEX:  F 
BIRTHDATE:  4/4, 15 
SPECIES:  Air Genasi 
Notes: I sharpen my teeth on your bones and gnaw at the bars of my cage. The door is unlocked and open but I do not wish for escape, only revenge.
Physical Status: My veins hurt. Electricity coarses through them, illuminating the roots of my heart. It's so cold, I can't breathe. They didn't experiment on me, I didn't let them. My skin is soft and my limbs are mine and my mind is okay and they have not infected me with their sterile knives and needles. They hurt me though.
Emotional Status: I am normal. This is my mind. They were afraid of me and I am afraid of me and I am not afraid of them or their clean white coats and shiny scalpels and their masks. I think I will search for a hammer tomorrow. I cannot hold these knives any longer.
Procedures, Upgrades, Tests: They cannot touch me.
Caretaker Notes: Cuckoo birds have a very interesting and smart method of ensuring their young survive. A female cuckoo will find the nest of a bird and lay an egg in it while the other mother is away, then fly off never to be seen again. The other bird will take it in and when the cuckoo bird hatches it will push all of it's nestmates out so that it can get all of the food to itself. I do not believe I am alike to a cuckoo bird, I only wanted a chance to talk about something I love (birds have always interested me). But I do see myself in them, as strange as that sounds. If I had the chance, perhaps I would've pushed my nestmates from such a height to get everything to myself. Is that so wrong of me? The Gods hate us, such a beautiful land is now rubble and for what? Did we fly to close to the sun? A sun that I never knew until now. They should've done it at night when the sun was gone. I do not think I would burn if I got so close to it. I'm smarter then them.
Written by:  4444