Odd planet! The bipeds talked from their heads and saw only what lay before them. In short, they were pathetic—and deadly! I As I am now utterly without hope, lost to my mission and lost in the sight of my crew, I will record what petty thoughts I may have for what benefit they may give some other starfarer. Nine long days of bickering! But the decision is sure. The crew will maroon me. I have lost all control over them. Who could have believed that I would show such weakness when crossing the b