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Tonight I will not regenerate. I am cherishing these last few hours with my two precious friends, who have been my allies as long as I can remember. I did not desire this separation, but without a logical argument, I acquiesced to my captain's and my doctor's wishes. My only complaint seemed too frivolous to mention.
It does not seem so frivolous anymore, but I trust their judgment.
The doctor insists I will be healthier, and the captain claims I will be able to perform my duties better.
I cannot object to increased efficiency. However, I will miss my bosom.