Stardate 21355433.2
We had some warp-engine trouble passing through the Mangilov-Quadrant sometimes refered to as being the Mango-Love-quadrant) where we left nr. 1 accompanied by an away-team lead by lt. Worf. Geordie however managed to rephase some subspace energy which kickstarted the engine. Life support systems on decks 7 to 8 were still on minimum though. We did not receive response on several hailing frequencies from the two feminine humanoids. Data is totally indifferent to our efforts to establish contact with them. I don't know if it was dr.Soong's intention to make Data unable to feel emotions of this quality.  

Stardate 21355434.1
After a few hours we managed to contact the femine humanoids, or "Betties" as they pronounce themselves to be. Data has shown somewhat of a human startling at their arrival. Maybe Dr. Soong programmed some primitive response into his reaction cluster. He is currently on his way to Starbase 34 to look for possiblities to enhance this emotion. Deck 10 to 15 have lost all life support systems because of an experiment which got out of hand. Geordie believes that the experiment has some lifeform or other and, as it where, eats away the oxygen. No word so far from Number One. He must be having a nipt time. My hobbies are currently progressing and Dr.Crusher has joined me in the Holodeck where I have programmed some visions of an earlier time.

Due to some words I had with Beverly I returned early to my quarters. I decided to find some relaxation in a book about twenty-first century converted vortex links. It was most amusing. The life form that we located on decks 10 to 15 was destroyed by a starfleet officer whose identity remains, until now, unknown. Of course this action was a direct violation of the primary directive. But this time we had no other choice. The entity endangered our whole being. Now I'm off for a quick visit to the H.E.M.A.our beloved habitat.

Stardate 21355436.1
There, at the H.E.M.A, I witnessed the most devastating happening. As I walked through the bewildering glastop-polarex side- installments, my eye caught a glimpse of a former reflection of my physical being. Not in a mirror, which practicality had been proven in the pre-22nd century, but in a more subtle object that seemed to be floating on some subspace conglomeration. As I probed to discover some detailed propensities of this object, my image disappeared. Maybe it was due to the holodeck games I played with Dr. Crusher, that induced me to envisage this image. I decided to take it for granted and proceed with my wanderings through my favourite haunt. Meanwhile, back on the Enterprise, Mr. Whorf has enrolled into Mimickery Classes to establish a more friendly facial expression...

Stardate 21355437.2
Less than two hours ago I discovered the identity of the officer who distroyed the entity. It was O'Brien who acted on his instincts and saved the whole ship from devastation. But not for long. The glimpse of my former self which I saw in the H.E.M.A. was not a mere vision. It was a proto-organic structure of a sort yet unknown to us. Though non-existent to our ship's sensors it deregulates the whole ship including the life support systems on decks 10 to 15. It seems that the entity O'Brien killed has transformed itself. I, however am the only one who has seen it so far and I cannot prove even one little aspect of it's existence. Maybe I'm hallucinating? Just like that time when I thought that a Clingon vessel was attacking us and ordered that two photo-torpedos had to be fired. This misjudgement did not enlarge my credibility. At this moment it again might become a problem to our crew for they become suspicious and begin to lose confidence in me, as captain of the Enterprise. Some fellow officers even refused to take orders from me. I therefore ordered the whole crew to take a holiday on Risa IV to rethink their position on Starfleet. Lt. Worf refused to leave the ship.... Picard out...

Stardate 21355438.1
Lt.Worf and I remained on the bridge to hail this mysterious entity. I have confided in my most trustworthy chief of security and have had thoughts of promoting him unto Number One's position as my first officer, permanently. Out of the blue, I received an urgent subspace message from my crew at Risa IV. They have urged me to beam them up immediately. It seems they are being attacked by the Betties that we encountered on our way to the Kempilago-system. Dr. Crusher feels this matter to be somewhat unnerving, but Wil and the other male crew members lack an expression of total opposition. I have to get my crewmembers out of there, before the Betties will have them completely in their power....Sadly enough though, Mr. O'Brien, also on leave at Risa IV for disregardingly desposing of the entity at the ship, is the only person who knows how to work the beamtransponders which, through the thick, mushy, and high-dense atmospere of Risa, will have to be sublocated to a generated biophysical electromagnetic distortion field... On top of this, the transformed entity that has been haunting me or my imagination, has returned...

Beam me up!