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Log VII, Session I. Sickness.

Log VII, Session I.
Date: April the Thirtieth, 2067, 4:35 Plutonian Lunar Time.
Subject: Sickness.
Logger: ASEoS, in_logged.

So...this one is about...it's about Eldar. He has gotten sick since the last time I recorded. It's really bad. He was injured in the attack, managed to get his lung pierced. We thought it was healed but...he was playing with the kids and he started coughing up blood and he hasn't really stopped since. I...I don't know what I should do!

We are supposed to be this advanced society and I can't even save my husband! We wasted our time fighting each other and inventing new weapons and materials and ships instead of working harder to make sure people were safe!

We are so unnecessarily violent it makes me sick sometimes. A lot of the time. We fight each other over land, over weapons and power, over people even. We fight just to fight and we take things from others instead of working hard for what we need. And instead of helping those in need, the better off just laugh at the needs of the poor. Those few who help make my day when I am sad.

Those people who attacked us did so because they wanted to bring us into their society to make themselves stronger and more powerful. It's their fault that so many of my people died and that my daughter is dead, taken from her family, and that Eldar is dying.

I am boiling with rage right now, but I have never been one to take my anger out on other people or things. So I am here, sitting by my dying husband and holding his hand and pouring my anger out to whoever you are, who ever will listen to this.

Please, whoever you are, wherever and whenever you are from, just make sure you make the most out of your life. Cherish all the things you are blessed with and help those that you can help. Take care of those you love and support them in what they do. There is nothing better than seeing the people you love smiling and laughing and truly enjoying themselves. There is nothing better than seeing them succeeding in their dreams.

*slowly decreasing beeps*

*flatline tone*

Log VII, Session I. End
Date: April the Thirtieth, 2067, 4:55 Plutonian Lunar Time.
Subject: Sickness.
Logger: ASEoS, out_logged.