Oh miho, forgive me my son, forgive your papa.  We have done you a
  horrible wrong and left you all alone.

Your papa was working for Biotechnica, as you know.  He was involved
with a project known as G.A.B.E.L., which stood for Genetically
Altered, Biologically Engineered Life.

The purpose of this project was to genetically customize a fertilized
embryo.  Weeding out abnormalities and defects, maximizing
physiological potential, and customizing desirable traits. In short
creating the perfect baby, which would in turn grow up into the
perfect man.  The project was supposed to merely be for ensuring the
safe development of children, making sure no parents ever had to lose
children to miscarriage, and no child had to be born with crushing
abnormalities, retardation, or genetic diseases.  Unfortunately the
army learned of the project and quickly realized the potential for
military applications.

Women, mostly mental patients, had their eggs fertized medically, and
carried their fetuses to term confined to the lab and under heavy
sedation and constant supervision.

The project was a failure though, with one one official success
recognized, and the G.A.B.E.L. project was ordered to be shut down,
all research data sealed, and all evidence destroyed. The children
born were all genetic abominations but one, one perfect child.  He too
was to be destroyed.  After smuggling copies of the research data out
to me, your father freed the boy, test subject no. 13.  Your papa was
found out however, betrayed by a co-worker and friend named Dr. James
Laterne, and he was killed while helping the child escape.

I knew they would be coming for us too, so I took you and your fathers
research and ran miho.  We left our home in San Francisco and came
here to Night City on our way to Mexico where we would have found
safety with my family in Gaudalahara.

I'm sorry baby, they have found us.  Hiding this last message to you
in your head is the only way I know to tell you all this without
putting you in danger.  While you were sleeping I implanted it this
disk, along with an enzyme to create a cyst around it.  As you get
older the cyst will grow.  It's harmless, but as it gets bigger it
will cause you headaches.  When the headaches get bad enough,
hopefully you will go to a doctor and find this.  They shouldn't be
looking for you anymore by then.

Tomorrow I will leave you in the barrio, in your own apartment, paid
up for 3 years in cash, nothing will trace you back to me.  Tomorrow I
will lead them as far away from you as I can.

Miho, if you have found this, go to the hotel we stayed in this last
night together, look under the carpet in the northwest corner of the
lobby.  What you will find there will lead you to all the research
your papa was able to keep on what Biotechnica has done.

Oh my baby, I am so sorry, but there is more.  Your papa and I wanted
a child so bad and for so long.  I had miscarried twice before you
came along, and when I got pregnant with you the doctors told me I
would miscarry again, and no matter what happened, I would never again
be able to conceive.  Faced with that, you father used everything he
had learned, all the advancements he had made developing project
G.A.B.E.L. to ensure you would be born healthy and perfect.  I am so
sorry miho. Biotechnica suspected this, which is why we had to run.

Miho, you have a brother.  Your fathers seed was part of the genetic
template used to impregnate the women during the project.  The test
subject your father helped escape may still be out there.  His picture
is with the data in the locker.  He had no name, only the designation
No. 13. but your father called him Cheshire.

Goodbye my beautiful baby boy. I love you so much miho, I will always
be with you, your papa loved you to, but he had to do what he knew to
be the right thing.  We will always be with you my son, and we will
always be proud of you.  Be safe my son, and remember, your mama and
papa love you always.