17 MAY 79 AU. 2147 HOURS.
DESIGNATION: 00007125-ALEPH.
UNIT: ASURA-00 PNEUMA

I remain hospitalized, but there has been talk of me being released sometime soon. It appears that I am being kept here less so for my own medical needs and more because of the R&D department’s personal interest in whatever physiological effects were brought upon me from the “interference” of the Enemy. They keep running blood tests on me; I still hate the feeling of the access needle floating freely in my hand throughout the day. It reminds me of scenes from my early training years; of the many, many surgery days when I’d get new experimental cyberware installed to test if they would make my “AVS go up.”

Major Katzenstein visits me, sometimes. More than once a day. She’s worried, I think, but she never says as much. She generally just asks me when I’m getting better, and if there’s any hope of getting back to training one day or the other. It seems to escape her that I am not choosing to be here. Other than her, only some of the pilots from the 1st Aerial Support Team come over, chiefly Helium and Neon. They bring decent food from outside when possible, and earlier today brought some cards to play games a bit. However, they are always busy, and as such we can’t interact much.

The words of the Enemy still ring in my mind. “Your purpose is to serve.” “Our envoy.” What did she mean? I haven’t witnessed anyone from the staff discussing it. Maybe they thought it was nonsense.

It’s cold in this room. And dry. There’s a lot of noise outside, and my sleep ends up weird and interrupted. I hate it here. I hope I’m released soon, and get to go home.

I wonder what Farjaso and Torno would’ve thought of the Enemy. Maybe the battle would’ve been easier if they were here.

Maybe I should just go to sleep.

> Majko Kruzeto, signing off.