I found out today the supposed reason why I'm here. Apparently, I've been diagnosed with schizophrenia, and am scheduled to start electroshock therapy tomorrow. In the meantime, I'm confined to my room... a robot delivered my breakfast this morning. How very caring and personal.
I've got to get out of here. But how? My room is windowless and guarded. The room's computer console is highly restricted, and won't let me do anything except read news. That, at least, is useful. Disheartening, though... nothing but bad news and scandal about the South Alliance...all of it suddenly appearing out of nowhere in the last week.
I'm convinced that somebody, somewhere, is trying to discredit and destroy the SA. But who? And why?
I know those men. They are, to a man, brave and honorable defenders of freedom. I still find myself respecting Admiral Adamson, even though he betrayed me. He was probably fed the garbage about me having Schizophrenia and believed it. Can't say I blame him... I was pretty desperate when I contacted him, and I probably did sound pretty crazy.
So what do I do next?
I keep my eyes open. And I don't give up. I still don't know what exactly is happening, but I'm not dead yet. There must be a way out of this hospital, and a way out of this maze of lies, confusion, and death.