January 13. 2352

Success. At least the door will now lock. That's the only good news. It's been almost 3 weeks. I'm going crazy.
I need sleep but if I do I think I will die. I know the door is secure now but it took so long to crack the passwords my food is almost gone. I rationed it to stay here in this room because I couldn't risk it being discovered in my absence. The history contained here is too important.
Now it may all be in vain.
I don't have enough left to survive out there more than a day.
The Great Legacy Of The Man Who Found History - not even 3 months long.

I need luck, and there is very little of that in the world these days. I read more of the journal this morning. There were many beliefs back in the past. All Seeing Deity's that created us and pre-set our futures or had plans for us. And people had faith that their lives were set. Yet when it all went wrong some asked for the plan to change. And then there are different sets of the same belief group that would argue and fight. I'm almost glad that we gave that all up, but I wonder. - If we had kept our gods of the past, would it have been different now?
It doesn't matter. Why believe in something that I know nothing about? If I do die tomorrow it won’t be because some god decided for me. It will be because I am determined to learn more about our past. It will be because I have to try.