Alex Rowe

[NiCAD]

Much has transpired between when last I beheld this diary. Blood, death, glory, murder, and remorse have all taken their winding course through my mind . . . I wonder that I can still think sequentially. There is another presence in my mind now, though I believe I have subdued it. It has brought me intelligence, infamity, and power . . . but no happiness. Indeed, I believe that the part of me which could have felt joy died on Freeport Seven, as my parents were tractored in to that Nomad ship, their horrifying screams over the radio . . .

But that time is past, and what has been done shall not be retracted. I now command one of the more curious ships in Sirius, the Silvana. Some call it an obscenity, some an abomination; others call it evil. I have been cast out, and no longer have any standing among my friends, acquaintances, or people. Only a few men tie me to society still, and they are my seedy Zoner Guard liaisons. My only reason to live now . . . But you will discover that in time, I suppose. I shall make a liar of myself, and once more take up the pen.

Transcriber's Note: It is surprising that Rowe is able to control the Nomad influence so adeptly, particularly when Mercurior was able to complete such a total synchronization with his host. Even though Mercurior was an inferior Nomad, barely qualifying for major brain status, he should not have had so much trouble subjugating a human.