Um, well, in the first prison a woman made them. Or hatched them? Or...well, I'm not sure how that worked. I just heard she was responsible for them. She was a prisoner too, except she was from the second generation.
Oh, we were the third generation. They used to say that every morning. This is Day Whatever of the Third Generation. I guess that isn't true now though.
I'm not sure why they're still here. Or back. I don't think she's around anymore.