Today Carl and I celebrated three weeks on Mars with champagne. I had a bit too much because I'm so lonely. I have a few jobs left do, but this is getting to be a drag. I can't wait until the Earth Team leaves us alone and I can take my six-wheeled "rocker-bogie" locomotion system back to Yogi. Carl knows how I feel and he's really tired and wants to shut down as soon as the work is done. The problem is the damned IMP. He just goes and goes and goes. He's determined to get pictures of me and Yogi. Mom, I need my freedom. I don't want big brother watching me. Luckily, ultimately Carl can control the IMP.