Day 9 09:00 HMS Floater The UK turned into the United Kingdoms of Earth in 2084 following serious advances into space due to a few discrete alien encounters. Our species are yet to reconnect in 2149, but we are on course to. After multiple but few colonizations of lesser planets housing somewhat sophisticated life, I find myself pondering whether we're doing the right thing. Sure they're lesser, but is this proper treatment? Rumors grow of a few bugs left hiding out on the planet, and I've let myself believe them. I'm growing paranoid of a rebellion each hour I spend on this ship, especially the hours I should sleep. I'm supposed to monitor (guard) the phycological experiments overgoing Subject 10100955, who I like to call "Ozark". We came up with that name because he's claimed to be living proof of a rebellion hiding back on its mountainous home. It reminds me of mine. The history books told my home province, Utah, was apart of a great nation that rebelled against us Brits once before, won, and kneeled the next. I should be bothered but I don't trust them enough to care. Dr. Oshmir Ann is the twit I'm supposed to protect, and I don't like him at all. But I must return to him now incase he can't defend himself against his own experiment. LCpl Doc "Cynic" Gnar [END LOG]