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Captain's log. April 18, 2448.
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My name is Captain Frank Tannenbaum. I am the commander and, by all indications, **sole survivor of the Dogberry HK-409 Cargo Depot**.
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Approximately three weeks ago we came into contact with an "alien organism", a form of "life" utterly unlike anything previously found in the Earth-sphere. It is unbelievably dangerous to humanoid life. It does not feel, but it does "think". It is a cunning hyper-predator, a wretched biological "machine" built for the sole purpose of murder. It somehow managed to evade our security protocols, infiltrating my own "crew" and infesting the entire station from within. _You must believe me when I tell you that if this life-form is allowed to escape this station, **all life on Earth is doomed**._ This is an "extinction-level event".
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As I am writing this, I am currently preparing to destroy this station and wipe out every last trace of "the adversary". The fact that you are reading this means that my plan has unfortunately **failed**. It also indicates that you yourself have not yet been infected, which means **there is still time**. I must then ask you, for the sake of your loved ones, for all mankind, for all Earth, and for everything anyone has ever held dear, to do the following **immediately**:
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1. Return to your vessel.
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2. Remove whatever garments you are wearing and destroy them.
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3. Detonate the external propellant tank and destroy every last trace of this station.
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4. Destroy your vessel and kill yourself.
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I recognize the "gravity" of what I ask, and I do not ask this lightly. I am sorry that fate brought you here, to this baleful place. I wish it had not. Please understand that this is simply the only way to be sure.
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I have not identified the precise method by which "the adversary" arrived on this station, but deep-space theta-ray bursts seem a likely suspect as per usual. The first indication of trouble was the appearance of a strange creature in the medbay, suspended in a small tank. When I confronted my chief medical officer Doctor Brooks, he claimed it was simply a "pet" which he'd shipped from a previous posting on L2 -- a story which immediately drew my suspicion. Looking back, the doctor's effete manner makes him a natural point of ingress for a being which preys on the mentally-weak.
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I do not know why I alone appear to be immune to the influence of "the adversary". I am certain it could overpower me if it really tried -- perhaps for the time being it is simply "playing with its food". My "luck" will surely run out soon. It stands to reason, however, that as the strongest, most "physically-optimal" member of the crew, my body may simply possess a natural resistance to "alien infection". One month ago, I began taking daily "natural enhancement supplements", which have improved my "confidence" immensely and may have inadvertently given my body a "superhuman" resistance to foreign influence.
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I hesitate to speculate what dark world could evolve a being such as this yet, not content to confine its bestial hunger to one planet, as a life-form disposed only to murder it must have escaped the confines of its homeworld to make a feast of the universe.
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