March 13, 2176 From the mind of Connor, I don't know what I really expected when I decided to come to this new planet, but it certainly wasn't this. Nothing went right at all today. James, the doctor, has fixed Eric's broken arm with an improvised cast, a thick, strong branch from a tree with a rubber-like bark, which for now we have dubbed the Rubber Tree, and we held the branch in place on the arm …showed first 75 words of 8499 total…

…showed last 75 words of 8499 total…the animals and stuff we found, but now it is entirely useless. All of those were children of radiation. I am so useless. Eric proved himself better than me. I only write this down, because if by chance my body is found, swinging slowly in the breeze, I don't want anybody to feel bad, I want this to be the key to letting my sad memory go, and leaving it to suffer in peace. James