My name is Stanley Nelson. I am a Kusari prisoner of war. I am recording this manually in my neural-net database - it is the only resource left open to me. All forms of communication with the outside world have been cut. I have been in this dark cell so long now I can only guess that a day or two must have past. The ship's crew brought me a bowl of watery soup a few hours ago now, but besides that I can not even see the light of a sun to tell me which system we are in. For sure, we are no longer in Bretonia - the ship's guns fell silent many hours ago, so it would appear that the destroyer made its escape sucessfully. I only wish the same could be said for me. What the squint-eyed madmen have in store for me, I cannot yet tell.
Sir Stanley Nelson <span style="color:#000066">Charles Canning </span><span style="color:#000066"> Foreign Secretary</span>