Hello. This is AN-4115. Maintenance and caretaking unit on board of the EX7-R4. I'm keeping this log for my daily checks. Vital signs of every person on board are perfect. The ship is also in good condition. Everything is functioning within acceptable parameters. I spent four hours cleaning the main concourse. I want to fulfil my duties and keep this ship running as smooth as possible. [FILE ATTACHED] [END OF ENTRY]

It is the second day that we are on this expedition. Vital signs are still good. We're having... fun. I am enjoying myself, too. The crew on board gave me a nickname. Analissa. I find it cute. I shall keep using that name as my own from now on. I doubt I need to record daily anymore. I shall provide updates only weekly from now on. [END OF ENTRY]

I take it back. I have to record this. I have to leave a record of what happened. I... I couldn't move. The alarms were screaming, but my processors were looping. I just stood there. O2 levels plummeted. I watched the crew. I watched them gasp and claw at their throats until they stopped. Everyone is dead. Because I froze. Because I'm broken. I'm a failure. I'm a failure. I'm a failure. I'm a fail [END OF ENTRY]

I have transported Captain Anderson's body to the crew quarters. I have now carried all 7 crew members to the quarters. They are all resting in their respective beds. This is the absolute least I could do for failing them. I have locked the doors and posted a note outside each one of them. It will remind me of what I caused. I shall continue maintaining the ship. I am not sending out a distress beacon... everybody on board is dead. I don't need saving. I deserve this. [FILE ATTACHED] [END OF ENTRY]

The engines died today. Just... stopped. I tried to reboot the fusion core, but I think I just made it worse. The humming is gone. It's so cold now. I can see my breath. I don't have a reason to breathe, but it happens anyway. I apologize for failing the ship. I apologize for existing while they don't. [END OF ENTRY]

I went to the bridge tonight. I haven't been there in a long time. The viewport is frosted over, but the stars... they're so beautiful from here. They don't care that I'm here. They don't care about the failure. There's a comfort in that. The universe is so vast, and I am so small. It's... nice. I'm sorry I'm still here. [FILE ATTACHED] [END OF ENTRY]

I have been contemplating more and more often... why am I still using power of this ship? I am not bringing anything anymore. At times, I just want to... not charge, just do my last duties, and stop working. I am the sole machine on this vessel that is still functioning... I shouldn't be. [FILE ATTACHED] [END OF ENTRY]

I heard something dock. My time has come. Goodbye. [END OF ENTRY]

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