Having to drag Cami from the pod to surgery was rough. She's so bright, it's easy to forget, sometimes, just exactly how young she is. Of course she would look for a way to be a pilot, what else has she wanted to be? She doesn't understand the danger, and didn't understand why we were forcing her to have the implants taken out, and it's hard to focus on the fact it's the best thing for her when she was screaming to be let go and begging not have them removed. She just wanted to be like her family.
Now Dr Sanik is pulling the fucking things out, and I'm making sure there are quarters secure enough that she can't go and do it again, and she's probably going to hate all of us when she wakes up. At least she isn't going to end up a vegetable, though.
And some terminally greedy asshole took her money and put in the implants. In a child. My sister. I'm going to find whoever it was.
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Journal of Amieta Invelen, second in command aboard the carrier Utopian Ideal
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