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Ship's Cook Moore's Computer
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File 1	I'm not a doctor, but Captain Volpe has instructed me to do my best to understand the condition that has befallen some members of our crew. Wesley and Matt seem to be in unbearable pain, yet they can barely express it as paralysis seems to be setting in across their bodies. Gina is trying to comfort them, as I look for any record of any sickness like this.
File 2	More of our crew has fallen ill. It starts with fever, then paralysis begins to set in after the body rids itself of fluids. The symptoms so far have been advancing at different rates, but the trajectory is consistent. I feel as though I'm getting closer to understanding what is going on, but not fast enough. Was able to run some blood tests on Wesley, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. If we had a real medical bay I might be able to find out more. But as it currently stands I've about exhausted all my resources. I have to solve this myself.
File 3	The spread of the condition is strange; it seems to be spreading, but not in the matter of a contagious disease. Rather, it seems like we have all been afflicted with a condition that accelerates at different speeds. For Wesley and Matt it set in fast and destroyed their bodies faster. For others, it started later and progresses slower. But for all of us it seems to be present. If I can understand the pattern, perhaps I can pin down the cause. Maybe if I do it fast enough, I can save the rest of us.
File 4	I've figured it out. And it's not good. I performed an autopsy on Wesley. I didn't know what I was doing, but I was out of ideas. I put a bit of brain matter under the microscope and it was absolutely crawling with some strange microbe. Like an aphid feasting on his nerve endings. His nerve paths were crawling with them. On a hunch, I tested the minerals we mined. The raw materials were clear, but the puddles of water from the melted ice were teeming with the things. They must have been released in the thaw. The more microbes that latched onto your brain, the faster the symptoms set in. But either way, the end result is the same. To remove such an infection is far beyond my capabilities. There is little I can do to ease my friends' pain. And now more members of our crew are dead than alive. I have released the cargo back into space such that no one else suffers like we have suffered. With every ache I feel I fear are my own symptoms setting in.
File 5	I am the only one left. But the paralysis has begun to set in. After watching the others, and seeing how I weaken, I know that I too must have been infected. It's only a matter of time before I suffer the same fate as them. I'm not going to wait for that to happen.