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My dearest Daughter,

Again many days have passed since my last letter. I pray you do not fault me for being inattentive, for nothing could be further from truth!

I have finally spoken back to Jared. He is a fellow engineer and scientist! He claims to have been working on a project for a Dr. Nachtman that he says is related to the "disease." In fact, he claims this disease is something else entirely. He went on at length about a new form of energy called the "K-Wave" which he says seems to work in tandem with some form of contaminant to modify our bodies. It's not a virus at all, he says, but a process - one he believes is totally natural. He thinks we are an environmentally induced mutation of the human species, an adaptation suited to survive in the polluted and destroyed world that our industry has created.

I am sorry, I realize you might find science boring, or disreputable. I could not fault such an opinion from you, my dearest. The scientists who took you from me, the same scientists that keep me and the other "afflicted" in these camps, they are a disgrace to the spirit of science. Like most engineers and scientists, Jared and I feel it is our duty to use our skills and our knowledge to make humanity better, but these scientists who have you have no regard for anything but their vainglorious research.

No cures are being studied at this camp, instead we are being exploited as test subjects in these scientists' quests to find new and interesting medicines they can sell for profit and fame. These are not quarantine camps where those who suffer can find treatment and be made comfortable; these are death camps, of the like not seen in a century.

Let us put aside this dwelling on the evils that surround us for I have amazing news! Do you recall that Jared wanted me to meet his allies, his friends? I finally have and to my surprise your Uncle was among them! His name is Andrew and he is your mother's brother, a Miller as she was. Jared was able to smuggle your cousins, Andrew's children, out of Oregon before the soldiers came to take Andrew to the camps. That means that somewhere, out there in the real world, you have family that is still free! Their names are Eli and Aaron, but I know nothing else of them. If all goes well, I will meet them soon, however.

That's right, my daughter, I hope to be free soon. Jared, Andrew and I have begun work on a Plan. Jared has quite the following here, it seems. Most of those who came from the Oregon camp are loyal to him and none of them have any desire to stay here. They plot an uprising, but Jared counsels against it.

He's right, of course. The soldiers will tear us apart. Many of us are weakened from starvation and still others have difficulty breathing due to a lung infection that is making it's way across the camp. We've begun calling it "camp cough." So far, it seems harmless enough, but some are too weak from it to get out of their cots and we have begun to worry for their lives.

The situation is dire. The plan for uprising comes from desperation. They've stopped feeding us, recently. Perhaps supplies are simply delayed, but the guards and scientists have told us nothing. Even Jared, who has asked us all to be patient and to maintain the peace, has come to realize that we cannot stay. Hence, the Plan.

It will take months, this Plan, and I do not know if I will have to time write to you in the meantime. I don't even know if it matters, cherished one, for I have been told that you have been moved out of the camp, and indeed I do not feel your presence as strongly as I once did. If I - or even these letters - are ever to find you, I must be free of this place. Jared's plan is complicated and it depends on too many factors outside of our control, but it is the best chance I have to find you, so I am a willing conspirator.

With any luck, the next time you hear from me, I will once again be a free man.

I love you, Daughter.

- Michael Mendoza, your Father.