AN: Hello fandom! This story will be a series of one shots in the form of video logs by all the crew, maybe even TARS. This will never deviate from canon, so I will not attempt to extend the story. Enjoy!

TARS SYSTEM CATALOG NAME: Transcript of Dr. Amelia Brand's video journal, #24

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: Filmed directly after visiting Mann's planet. System comments under the following settings: Honesty level: 95%; Humor: 0%.

[Dr. Brand looks tired, hair mussed, dark circles framing eyes. Her posture is slumped, which occurs in every 3/22500 of her vitals checks. I have concluded that Dr. Brand has been "thrown for a loop", as the humans used to say, at the aftermath of Mann's betrayal.]

Dr. Amelia Brand, checking in for my twenty fourth video log, just off of Mann's planet. Cooper has already retired for the night, which I would have assumed he would have. Dealing with Mann's mess today would take the life out of anybody. No pun intended.

[Dr. Brand chuckles at her joke lifelessly before looking down at her hands. It appears that this gesture was not out of mirth, but out of anger, perhaps towards her current predicament. I am not entirely sure my estimation is correct (78%); human mannerisms are confusing and overly complex.]

So. We lost a brave man today... And we almost lost Cooper. You too TARS.

[Brand claspes her hands together, and ducks her head]

I don't believe in God, but I sure as hell was praying to something today. I didn't know we'd make it. I didn't know I'd make it. And god, leaning that we were being sent on a mission, a death mission, and that we were never coming home was just the icing on the cake...

[Brand punches the air on each word to emphasize this phrase.]

...of my father's evidentially suicidal and sadistic plan. I just can't believe that he sent me- Cooper as well, of all people- away from him, away from out families never to return again.

[Brand slams her hand on the console]

He promised Cooper's family that he'd return. Murph and Tom thought they'd be getting their dad back. I thought I was getting my dad back. It's just... I thought love- his love - was more powerful than that. I see it in Coop, whenever he talks about his kids, or thought about making it home. He would never let them go on a mission fully knowing that that he'd never sthe them again, but give them a false sense of hope that they would.

[Brand begins to cry, but she wipes her tears away quickly.]

It just makes me wonder if I was ever more to my father than the future of humanity, you know? And it also makes me think my father was a coward, running away from all of his problems and flawed parenting by plopping me on a ship to save "humanity". His humanity, anyways. That,

[Brand jacks a thumb in the direction of the cryogenically frozen fertilized at heggs.]

Is not humanity. The people on earth, the living people who are struggling to survive, building a useless transportation device under my father's deception, and fighting to get to work everyday, that's humanity. Not a test tube full of harvested DNA. I will stand by my position that the eggs are option B for a reason. We're essentially murdering millions of people by not doing our best to get home. I refuse to be a murderer in the name of the human race's "survival" or whatever cover up name my father came up with. After watching Murph's face that day that she was pulled away from her dad, I don't think I could ever separate a child and their parent again, much less let one abandon his family. I don't care that my father may, stretch that, will be dead when we get home; I don't care if we don't ever find a way to keep humans alive. A child needs a parent. Murph and Tom need Cooper. I'll be haunted for the rest of my life if I don't do my damned best to get Cooper home.

[Brand slumps back in her seat, her short speech sapping what little energy she has left. Heartrate has decreased by 20% since boarding the ship, vitals are at her norm.]

I guess the thing that bugs me the most about this whole ordeal is that I feel like I'm not helping anybody. I got Doyle killed on the first day because I wouldn't leave that damn computer, Romilly died because I couldn't get to him fast enough and Mann nearly killed Cooper because we believed the loon. I should've known from the moment he came out of cryo that he went insane. That crazed look he had in his eyes is one that I'll never forget. The insanity of his isolation is probably what turned his brain to mush. I'm sort of alone right now, lightyears away from Earth, but I've got Cooper and TARS. I can't imagine being truly alone, with no hope of rescue, on the other side of the universe, hoping that someone will come and save you from something akin to damnation.

[Brand runs her hand through her hair and rubs her eyes. Bloodshot eyes, noted.]

I'd just hope that if that was to ever happen to me I'd hold up. I can't imagine becoming Dr. Mann. I don't ever want to become Dr. Mann.

This is Brand, signing off. Goodbye Edmunds, hello Earth.

[Dr. Brand stands up and walks towards the normal sleep chambers.]