I am pleased to see that the overcrowding of disgusting meat has dissipated from the city for the time being. While some of it still remains, the overpowering stench is not quite so nauseating.

The microwave particle experiments have proved fruitless. How can one be expected to work under such conditions? All of this is USELESS to me! I grow weary of consistently being held back by inadequate materials and technology.

What the fuck is going on here?

Those freaks at the hospital fed me some horse shit about being fictional, but what's really going on? Terrorists? Did they bring me here 'cause I'm a mutant, or don't they discriminate?

[After sundown, the video flickers to life and a beaked creature peers into the device, looking pretty worried. He takes in a shaky breath, trying to calm himself down.]

New Moore? I... thought I was in Manhattan, New York.

Lexington, Broadway, if this is some kind of joke, it isn't funny! Can anyone hear me?!