Had a drink with Gottii. Guess the doctors are working on his head thing. Sounds like something is happening, at least.
We talked. Some places, it seemed like we were talking slightly different languages, translators or no. There's common ground though.
Old soldiers, and now we've got implants and underlings and all that shit. People bringing back memories, too. I guess it's part of what they're doing to help him. Remembering some of the shit I ate in the field, I can't say I blame him for not relishing waking up to the taste.
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Journal of Amieta Invelen, second in command aboard the carrier Utopian Ideal
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