YUKI NAGATO<br/><br/>The Evolution Potential entered the room.  My priorities shifted from data input to observation of the autoevolutionary nexus.  My eyes periodically crept upward from the book, when I was certain I was not being observed.  In the process of my observations, I had come to one inescapable conclusion; Haruhi was Haruhi.  Efforts to encompass her by conventional data gathering processes have so far failed, though a nonzero probability of encompassing Haruhi within the nexus still exists.  That probability grows smaller every day, even as the same events keep repeating themselves.<br/><br/>This paradox has introduced further corruption into the data stream, threatening my position.  Perhaps it is to blame for my malfunction earlier, the increase in blood flow to the cheeks.  I have seen it before referred to as a blush, and it has great cultural signifigance.  Yet...  surely such an involuntry response as I felt could not be an important social signal.<br/><br/>For some reason, I anticipated another malfuntion when Haruhi mentioned dressing up Asahina in a new set of clothes.  I had seen her undress her subordinate many times, yet...  I am coming to believe that I may have taken an interest more than strictly observational.  That should cause me concern, yet it doesn't.  My rate of malfunctions is increasing.  I have even detected brief hesitations in disclosing my full activities to the Integrated Data Thought entity, though there is no reason to hesitate.  There is nothing to do but continue to observe.<br/><br/>If I am to have any hope of making my increasingly malfunctioning self important, I must complete my assigned mission from the Integrated Thought Entity.  I have grown concerned that I... feel.  It is an impossibility.  Feelings are simply a warped matrix through which perception is filtered, one that was evolved beyond long ago.  I cannot malfunction, I'm far too evolved.  My eyes quickly shifted to collecting data input, yet my heart began to beat very slightly faster.  Perhaps I am getting ill.  I began to clear my pattern of bacteria and viruses, hoping to disable whatever it was that was causing my disease.