File:ReplacementJournal
Entry: I still can't believe this. Who does something like this? Maybe one of Tak's old allies? But . . . if I did something, something horrible like the messages seem to indicate . . . maybe I ran? I don't think Earth is a bad place to hide; it's probably a lot safer than most of the fringe planets would be. But I don't see why I would forget everything unless something happened to me. Maybe I was drugged or got hurt or something. Maybe someone knocked me out and erased my memory. What I don't understand is why they would do that.
No, shut up, Night, you know exactly why. I may have made a lot of friends in my years of work for the military, but there are a lot of people who don't like me. A lot of people who don't think I deserve my rank. It's very possible that someone set me up; if they knew enough about me, it would be easy. I hate to admit that, but . . . how is it possible to be alert to every potential danger all the time? I could never get anything done if I was like that.
Entry: Something's wrong here. There are things in the trash that weren't there last time I was awake. Someone else is in this ship. I don't know who or where they would hide, but someone is here.
It's strange; I have an extremely strong feeling that I shouldn't look for them. The very idea of checking the place over makes me feel sick. This isn't normal. Maybe my PAK is malfunctioning; I should take it off for a while and see if that helps. Or maybe I got injured and that messed up something in the BioPak. I don't know. I need to lie down for a while.
File: Journal
Entry: That was close. Good thing I know how to handle her. Then again, I probably know her better than she knows herself right now. Poor little emo-bug, so lost and alone and confused.
I wish I could start doing my physical modifications, but emo bug didn't pack any of the supplies I'd need. I can't really get anything done with what I have here. Frustrating.
Yes, this chapter is short; space flight is BORING.