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May 9, 2012
CAPTAIN’S LOG
Stardate unknown

This is one of those deals where identical gorgeous blondes in white miniskirts are roaming around the compound. Three of them have been patrolling the dungeon, bringing me simple meals on trays, regarding me with detached but polite interest. They’re either androids or … I can only guess androids.

Let’s see. I guess the thing to do is whisper to one she's prettier than the others.

Hang on.

Yep! That’s causing a stir.

“But … we are the same. How can — ?”
Usual routine.

Now they’re tussling.

I can just … barely … ah.

The key.

Jimbo, you sly boots.