This is Replacement Lab Technician Authur Anderson making my first scheduled report. I've been here a week and things haven't been as I expected. They keep me working in the upper lab doing routine sample analyses. It's a waste of my time, but they don't want me going into the main lab chamber. I told Commander Artemis Trend that I hadn't come all this way to do monkey work, but he wasn't interested. The work wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the tension on board.  Everyone keeps to themselves and none of them want to talk much.

[Uneasy] Dr. Goodwin said he was working late into the night and went looking for Wyles when he realized his medical laser wasn't working. This place is small, so it wasn't long before he realized he wasn't anywhere to be found. He said he woke the commander, and the pair spent the night searching the station to no avail. Even the LIFEPOD was still docked. *shaky sigh* With no answers to this mystery, everyone's reaching breaking point. Even I'm starting to feel just as paranoid and tense as the rest of them. I think at this point, it's become just a question of who will snap under the pressure first. I strongly urge you to send a new team here. If these guys don't get away from this place, I fear things are only going to get worse. No one trusts anyone anymore.

[Panicked, out of breath] I'm making this recording just in case someone finds it, not that it'll do any good. I hope someone watches this. I want people to know what happened here. [Starting to calm down] I found out the commander intercepted my last two reports. I confronted him about it, but he's convinced I'm an agent working for Cyclavir Hypercorp. *sigh* I argued with him. But he thinks he's being generous enough by not spacing me the moment he found out I was sending reports back. I tried to explain that the company had just asked me to submit observations, but he wasn't having any of it. *short pause* I suppose I can't really blame him.