May 7, 1996

I decided to go to my- or my duplicate's- office at the University.

I spent the day reacclimating itself with the campus. There were changes of course, but I do wonder what the campus on my home world was like.

I spoke with the dean and expressed interest in resuming teaching. I needed a normal routine now, if I am to be here.

I haven't given up hope. Perhaps I will build a sliding generator.