“Fireside”
TRANSCRIPT: 194 wds Chief Medical Officer's Log I don't know why I'm doing this. It doesn't really matter. If I were to look down at this tricorder it would tell me the stardate. But who cares right now? We've decided to “camp” for a little while. I suppose this is for posterity, of course. I certainly don't plan on dying, but just in case. You never know. I suppose these will be my “final words.” What was I saying? Yes. It's always twilight around here, so I suppose I could look up at the stars. But I don't care right now. We've started a fire. It's cheaper than actually warming ourselves using our own equipment our own power et cetera. It's nice. A little outdoorsy for me, but it'll do. This place I don't— I don't like it. We've got the husk of a dead ship. Don't know when, why, who, where... I'm rambling aren't I? Okay. If these are to be my last words. I was kind of hoping to think of something profound. But I've got nothing. I hope the others are alright. End log. Oh, right. Forgot. There's no computer here. Where's this button?