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Still in this infirmary, not likely to leave anytime soon, though not through a lack of trying. I tried leaving my bed without permission from my caretakers and they forcefully held me down. One even smacked my snout. It didn't hurt, but it knocked the fight right out of me. Felt like a parent disciplining a child, though how I know that is unknown as I probably never had childhood.

But it's not like I'm entirely bored out of my skull. Dracca handed me a bunch of books, folders, and loose papers with the STEEL logos on them. Since I'm probably the only fully literate person here, Dracca wanted me to scour important looking documents for any Intel on this facility. Apparently, STEEL likes to hide away their vaults and armories in old prison facilities much like the one we are in. So, I might learn something from these records.

I've had mixed feelings about helping these bandits. Sure, from what little I saw of the place, there are workers and skilled people here. But this helps these bandits directly. Still, I don't really have a choice here.

For what it's worth, I did learn a few things. One, there was a hidden storage room full of untouched electrical equipment. Second, that we are in the Maxwell Iron Mine Penitentiary on this planet called 'Solitary'. But these caretakers just call it 'Sol'.

I don't know how much longer I will be here, but regardless of circumstance, it's the only time since the start that I had a genuine chance to rest. Still, I hope someone will tell me what comes next.