The fools.  They think that they can deny me that which I know to be possible?  They say they want the betterment of mankind but they are just self glorifying idiots!  The potential here... my work cannot remain undone.  

Day fifty seven... I'm almost out of time.  My sensors have been picking up Institute carrier waves... they're pinging about, looking for me.  If I succeed, then it won't matter if they kill me.  I will be... immortal...

Tell them this then, "We could have been as gods (with rising anger) and lived forever!"