I swear I saw another that looked like him, Matthew. He wanders the campus in the dead of night.

Despite my worry, the recordings show little if any sign of such a presence, this is no inhuman, he's far too average in height for that to be the case.

My musings and concern go unrecognized, soon we will be discussing the aforementioned 'new site' to house those digital copies I wrote about in my previous

memoir, though I am irked that, in exchange for my breakthroughs, I was given only a few smatterings of praise.

Children, no older than 15, are being paraded around for simply being accepted into the Omnitrix Training Program.

I am no more than a footnote.

Bitterness does not cloud my judgement, or at least, so I say. Truly I believe all people possess rage at some point.

That brings me to one of the new trainees, Theodore. His eyes are always blackened with rage.

What in Canctum could one like him have to be angry about? He's merely a child. Perhaps the youth are not

as happy as we are told. Seeing him makes me wish I had the carelessness to lash out at those only trying to better my time, perhaps then I'd be able to more freely speak my mind.

What if everyone was so bold as to signboard their frustrations and envy? Ah, I've gone off on a tangent once again. Apologies.

Frankly I'm not sure what I feel as I write this. Jealousy? Hardly, the child candidates of the program are treated like objects, something for their masters to live vicariously through.

I would detest that. Most anybody would. Regardless, I will say this in regards to the digital copy breakthrough, know that it pains me in a way I find childish,

and foolish, and... I just feel that if anybody else were to talk to me about problems such as this I would find this obnoxious. Perhaps it is good that such whims remain private.

Perhaps I am being overshadowed by my previous accomplishments. Yes, why would people dare to react to my advancements nowadays, I have made that the expectation for myself.

It still hurts.

Maybe if I were to find that one, who lurks in the halls at night, who resembles Matthew, I would be shown more respect.

I have decided that between my ensuing projects, and the days to follow, I will search for this white-haired boy. Expect an update in the next few pages, I suppose.

At the very least I do find it curious that a few royal children have been inducted into the program. It makes for quite the headline, however, for

generations, not one prince or princess has received an Omnitrix, but even that has changed last week. These are exciting times.

I wish I felt anything other than this... concoction of negativity.
