“I had always been nervous going into this project; I think we all were. Ultimately we knew if anything went wrong, it would just be us, the prisoners, and the guards. And the guards weren't much better than the prisoners, the difference being they were on the payroll.

Needless to say, when the elevator collapsed, and the futility of the situation at hand, I was certain I was going to die, if not by my injuries then by the hand of one of the people at the main facility. Certainly, the supposed reason for them being here was 'Redemption', but we never thought they would really change; we'd seen plenty of people coming in and going out, and they never improved.

It seems they were rather short of medical staff in the wake of the incident, and so I was seen to by some of the prisoners, of all people! At this point it felt like I was a toy being played with, by vicious creatures, my death inevitable the moment they got bored.

But I was wrong. Unquestionably wrong. They were remarkably kind and compassionate, even though I knew some of the terrible things they had done previously. One name in particular I shall always remember - Dr. Belle, perhaps the most reassuring presence during my recovery. I have little doubt that without them I would not be alive to write this entry.

I sadly lost track of them during the ensuing period; they were no doubt busy dealing with the ensuing chaos that continued to build after my recovery. I think they died on the planet, and I wish I had thanked them sooner. They certainly deserved to have left the prison, of all those I saw come through these gates of hell.”

An extract from the diary of Karla Wullerstrom, a scientist located on Exagora-B