I am giving my vocabulary back to the Institution. I won't need it where I'm headed now. I've been underground for so long that I believed words were all that I had to keep me level, but now again, everything has changed. Fast as I can dig tunnels are caving in closing options for me and the other survivors. Words fail. Before today I hadn't the heart to say it aloud but I no longer believe the mechanics are coming. I've been waiting but I'm pretty certain I've had it wrong for most of the whole time. It has been an endless night. I once liked that. Felt like home. Me and the space. The space underground. Confining, free from motion. Nothing to do but dig. I thought they would come but they haven't. I wonder if they're trapped somewhere. I wonder what's happened to the ship. I wonder what happened to our arsenal and if the board is disappointed with our performance. I half expect to be disbarred by now. That is, if there's any authority left to strip me of my credentials. With the absolute lack of transmission down here it's nearly impossible to tell, but I just don't feel the force of the mission as I once did. It's a feeling of sickness. A deep depression. I don't know if I'm going to escape. And now I'm not sure if it matters.