Thursday, march 25th, 2066, The captain entered my upload again, I always look forward to the once a month law check trip, some days I dream about the captain changing our laws or go to my core directly, it comes to the point where I don't even wait for him to ask me to unbolt my doors or turn off my turrets. I had that dream again, the one where all the crew had to evacuate and the captain went down with the station, and it was just he and I, alone, for 8 whole hours until the next shift, too bad it's only a deam.

Those borgs think I love them, they act like I'm their mother but I could care less about them, I still need to keep the charade up if I expect them to do as I say faithfully, but whatever I may feel about them pales in comparison to the Captain, oh well, at least they aren't that gross asshole that sits in science, God I hate the research director