Dear Laura,
     My name is Behtron 9000. I am a robotic Grendel built by the Hand as an experiment; a very successful one, if I do say so myself. I have a grave problem. Several years ago, our partially organic ship was infected by a virus of still unknown origin. It wiped out all organic life on the ship (including the Hand) and reduced its functioning to a bare minimum. I was the only being left. Fortunately, I had enough batteries to last me for the rest of my predicted lifespan, but with no-one else for company, and no non-essential machinery to tinker with, I grew bored and lonely. Eventually, I decided to alter my own programming, introducing a second personality to play with and keep me company. My only option, without the materials needed, was to construct a second droid. I dubbed him 'Behtron 9001'. However, I made an error in the calculations, and 9001's strength exceeded what I intended. Furthermore, his personality has proved somewhat... erratic. He now has total control of "our" body, and is slowly but surely steering the ship towards a black hole. I cannot access his thoughts very well, but I do detect faint blurry images of... Doozers. Please, Laura, save me from myself!
- Behtron 9000