There has been a lull in noticeable activity in the boundaries Haurvatat. I have no reasonable explanation, though I have not informed Avon of this development. He has experienced enough misfortune recently that he should not require knowledge that our binds seem to have no slack on top of my perpetual worrying over aggravation to his injuries.

These are a result of an attack by Travis, an employee at the casino who comes from Avon's universe and he has described as a 'psychopath'. I would be inclined to agree with him, as I discovered him about to shoot Avon with some sort of energy weapon after a brutal physical assault. I am ashamed to admit that I deactivated my emotion chip to confront the situation. I was able to extract Avon from danger and contacted the Doctor treat his injuries.

The Doctor has noticed his obsession with escape as I have, though it does seem his interest has some validity if an active threat to his safety is trapped in the village with him. I have assured the Doctor that I would not allow him to cause any unnecessary death. I would like to presuppose that in his dislike of egomania that he would not be so concerned with himself that he would wantonly endanger innocent lives.

He is actually more like Spot, in a way. While he craves attention, he also refuses to acknowledge attachment as it might compromise his autonomy. As I have been neglecting my literary development, I wrote a Petrarchan sonnet on the subject. Rather than the formal iambic pentameter, I used a more aesthetically comfortable 13 syllable scheme.

...I am unable to come up with an adequate title at this time. "Ode to Avon and Spot" is much too close to "Ode to Spot".

Not all commands given are to be executed,
Whether it be by human kind or be by feline,
In making mistakes, one proves that he is not divine,
Even if for his acts he should be persecuted.
Because of the intelligence that is imputed,
To him and her and the quality of their design,
The power of their resistance is far from malign,
Though the benefit of it is to be disputed.
Perhaps it is that property I find most winsome,
And why my choice in animal has never faltered,
Because of the independent manner of the beast.
To my own limitations I am bound to succumb,
Though I, myself, would never desire to be altered,
As long as my company were of that sort, at least.

I also recently had the opportunity to share a meal with Sarah Conner. She is a very intriguing woman and I appreciate the protective maternal desire to ensure the safety of her son. I try not to take offense at her hatred of machines, as given the circumstances it is not necessarily justified being that comparing me to a terminator is a little like comparing Trebouxia and Daucus*, but understandable. The most that can be expected is perhaps a bit of leniency based upon illustration through positive actions. I would like to conclude that I have had a persuasive affect on Mickey's opinions of machines. I hope that I can do the same for her, in not only her attitudes toward artificial intelligences but aid somewhat in giving her the emotional fortitude and confidence to confront with her future. It would also set me at ease that I might have helped a burdened parent when I could not save my own offspring.

I do not know if it will be necessary for me to celebrate the American holiday Thanksgiving that I have heard mentioned frequently recently. I did miss Otherstide, which I feel was very unfortunate and perhaps a bit disrespectful. I should at least do something for the Doctor to make up for my neglect.

[*Seaweed and carrots]