Diary entry..., LOG 001.., October 29, 2126.

There’s no track of time out here. It's getting harder to differentiate the days from the nights. And it's quiet. But it's not a peaceful quiet. Monday we got orders of a search and rescue mission, looking for survivors and anything we could salvage. Our first dispatch since... it happened. No one here likes talking about it but it's all I can think about. WAVE 001 - no sign of survivors but we picked up some items to be recovered and restored. A friend of mine heard we're getting orders to go back out there at first light, or I guess whatever kind of light we can see. You know they're gonna keep dropping us out there, tell us the same story about this being about survivors and useful findings. But I think there's more to it. I think they're looking for something. Jade says it's not safe for me to talk about it. I don't know maybe they're looking for hope. A safe haven. Something we can hold onto. Or maybe that's just what I want them to look for. Whatever it is, I got a feeling this is just the beginning.