Living at Normans has been alright the last few months. I have been working on this mask, and I took down some of the vines around the window to try and make a disguise for myself...but I think it's too dangerous to go out...even with the disguise. Maybe it's dumb. I decided to just forgo food and water altogether. I directed the nanobots to begin replacing the organs bit by bit until I now no longer need to maintain them via biological needs like consuming nutrients. I grow closer and closer to my ultimate goal of becoming entirely robotic. Maybe then I can finally stop feeling so weak and useless.

I hope Norman is doing okay. The last time we had a chance to talk was when I jumped into his portal. I've been wanting to go out and get a phone so I could try to contact him, but I think the EMP took out everyone's phone, so I'd have to contact him via email again. I'll give it another week but...I'm hoping for a contract to get me out of here instead of flying in case I'm still being looked for. 

Finally made it back to my house after the last contract. Not that Norman's place wasn't nice, but I felt so much better being in my own place again. It was good to see Norman doing alright. I was worried about him and wish I could have sent him here earlier. I let him stay and he mentioned he had a job. I only required him to pay for his own food and water since that expense was now something I did not have to spend my money on. He still had the dog...Baby is its name. Patrick has been curiously sniffing around the dog as it recovers but he refuses to get too close. Baby seems interested but is unable to move still since losing all four of its paws. I had some material from my recent upgrades still at my workbench, so I decided to begin helping Baby back on their feet, er...paws. The installation of the prosthetics was successful but they will have a long road to recovery. Maybe if I can give Baby back to Macie, she won't hate me anymore...