An excerpt from
Diary of the Forsaken
Entry 25: 144
Date 65 of 7499 SC
They forced another drug into me this morning. I fought as hard as I could, but in this emaciated condition my struggles were all but useless. However, I didn't make their job easy and they had to forcibly pin me down before the droids could inject me. However, I don't think I can get this one out by my usual method. I think Mother's gotten wise to me, realising what I've been doing and worked out a way around it. Now they inject the stuff directly into my heart, to be sure I can't get it out. I'm almost sure they enjoy the extra pain they cause me too.
However, I think I've come to a definate conclusion about the panel. I'm almost sure it leads somewhere, and that someone is trying to get through. I don't know what they'll expect, but it'll probably be a nasty shock if they get through and find a half-dead man with needle wounds and bruises all over him. I look like a corpse. My bones show so clearly through my skin that you could count them and the skin itself is blotchy and discoloured. I'm also badly bruised and I have some cuts from the fights with the droids. I can't remember my eye colour, but I'm sure they must be discoloured or at least gone a wierd colour, for I believe the drugs are affecting my sight. I can scarcely see now, I'm almost blind.
I'm clinging to the hope that whatever is outside there will find me soon. I'm determined to hang on, no matter what happens, I need to tell the world what's going on. I'm going to fight to the last, no matter what the cost. But none the less, I don't think I have long to live.