There is one thing I envy about Machine: Purpose. Both of us were stranded here. Neither of us knows why we are doing this. But only one is bothered by any of this. Machine doesn't question. He doesn't doubt or worry. No, Machine calculates, acts, and deals with the consequences as they arise. I'm not like that. I honestly wish I was, but I suppose I have to face reality. Whatever those people did to me didn't change me for the better. I'm certain of it. In the end I just have to hope that it didn't change me for the worse either.

After all, while I can't exaclty say I know why we've been sent to establish a human colony here, I can't imagine many reasons that are good for both myself and Earth. I suppose answers will come in time, but first we need to survive and it's not like the people who picked out the planet to land on made that easy for us. I mean come on, out of billions and billions of possible planets in the universe, you had to pick the one with freshwater laser-sharks and flying islands the size of Manhattan? Oh wait, but maybe there's cat-people... Hmm...

Wait uh, I didn't mean to put that in here. Machine, how do I delete something from these logs?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T!

But...but I was trying to sound momentous! it's a big historical eve... and I'm still recording aren't I?

Recording Ends

Overseer's Log Entry #1