You find a torn journal with the following entry - 'I sat in my bunk and thought to myself, however the president might put it across to all the Humans, I still feel gypped. I vehemently disapprove of the draft. I despise having someone having so much say about what I do everyday, after all I am a free spirit. Being tied down by the military wasn't exactly anywhere on my to-do-list of life.' - Flipping through more pages '..I don't exactly feel like I am 'serving' my planet, more 'serving my superiors.' I am wasting my time at this dump-of-a-place, at this 'training camp.' Then again life is short, bitch about it and move on. Yes, I will move on, but I will not let this rest; mark my words.' You report your findings to Dr. Kutz.