Hope is the worst of all evils, for it prolongs the torments of man.

[Narcotic]

Neural Net Log - Captain Edward Hope

Personal Entry:

Thursday, the 14. February 820

"I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think." As I watched outside the window, I noticed that they've already finished the new module. It's all her work. Since my sudden illness a few days ago, I've handed the Pandora's command over to Natalie, until I'd feel better. Actually it'd have been Thomas' and John's task to jump in for me - but something made me distrusting them. I feel awful. It's now almost a week that I'm tied to bed at the hospital deck. Can't even remember how it feels to be alive and kicking. First of all I suffered stomach pain, which then got replaced by immense headache. The doctors are at a loss. Bed rest, bed rest and bed rest they said.

Today was the first day that I felt comfortable to write a log. So who knows? - Maybe this'll be the last one of the famous captain Edward hope... Well, if things won't change, I might be healthy within the next days. And then, at first I'll probably survey the Pandora's Box. There's much work to do. After all I'm commanding a cruise liner now, which is looking forward for some impressive cruises to Sirius' borders. I've always dreamed of doing such. Can't wait for it.