Ensign Strons Personal Log: Stardate 0308.18

[ensign_Stron 0]

Nelson stoped hitting his head against the science lab console, after banging enough buttons on it randomly, he probably created a sentient program. He rubbed his forehead and finally relized he might be going about the mineral problem all wrong. Could it be the whole thing was a natural phenomenon, of course the mining wasn't, as noted in Captain Sorehl's logs, but maybe, he really should should shift he attention to the real problem, who mined it. That of course remained a serious mystery. Ensign Stron coughed alittle and looked at the time. Too late, agh, he hit some buttons,  sent the logs to his personal computer, and turned out the lab's lights for the night.