Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This fellow made these notes in the last weeks, after the disaster began.
Loneliness? I don't know. Curiosity?
destroy each other, till the last of us finally destroys himself.
Where is she, Miri? Where is she, Miri? Where is Janice?
have no appetite for green blood.
...your friends, all the onlies, are gonna get the disease
You're not babies. We can help you.
The idea was to create a new series of diseases,
- Don't... - It's all right.
Where is everybody?
Unfortunately, they weren't successful. We've seen the results.
All right. I dare you.
but nonetheless children.
We're hundreds of light years from Earth, Mr. Spock.
Yes, I know that. Them and their pills and things.
A child entering puberty on this planet
Fibber, fibber.
Nothing.
Hey.
The ship's computers will verify my figures.
What about Miri?
Nobody left...
It seems impossible, but there it is.
Captain's log:
Of course somebody will fix it.
Where’s Patrick!!??!!
It might not turn out to be very pretty.
If I'm gonna be dealing with viruses,
I have their calculations now.
Is at least 300 years older than you are, Yeoman.
- We only have a few hours left. - I don't care.
Are these enough, Jim?
but there is no data, no starting point.
That would explain why there are no adults.
No grups, no onlies.