slogging through the swamp has been a real ordeal. Is there a way out? I’m being watched by thousands of eyeballs, monitoring my every move. This has become my life, trying to survive on an alien planet. The natives of this world use me for their incomprehensible entertainment — put me through one ordeal after another. There is no pity. I’ve been stuck here for nearly 100 years. I believe I’m repeating myself — every move and every thought seems pre-recorded.