Counting down the days!

My darlings, Brian, Svea and Oren, I'm counting the days until I can come home and give you all the hugs and kisses. Since my research project was cancelled, they have me at a place called Outpost Zero doing... nothing much. Just cataloguing things. Plants. The occasional animal. But it's mostly ice where I am, so there's not a lot of new stuff to find. Svea and Oren, you know how you get bored when your hoverdance teacher makes you practice skills 15 minutes over schedule and it eats up your freestyle time? It's a bit like that. I have a new roommate-- Samantha-- a roboticist. You should see her little Pengling bots. Oren, you'd love them. But she got management upset. I guess this is just where they send you if they decide you're too much trouble. I'm kind of glad she's here, though. I was getting lonely. I'm still trying-- quietly-- I don't want any more trouble-- to figure out where I went wrong. I was sure I picked up a distress signal. I was right on top of it. And then it just... stopped. What if someone-- an Architect-- is still down there and needs help? I'll be home before I ever get to find out, and it will fall to some future researcher to come and find out, I guess. I hope. But oh, I can't wait to be home with you. When are you going to send me some more art? There's still a patch of bare wall here that could use some color and a touch of genius! I miss you, I love you. I hope you're still proud of me. I'm proud of you.