Did another mission with Max at the comm today. Margie, if you're
reading this, I'll call it Operation five-lambda-v-three theta-three
w-zero-r-one-delta. And if it's not Margie reading this, and since our
code is the most transparent thing since glass, don't get your hopes up.
It's a long shot. I did find some stuff, but I don't know if it will
help. Max is good and all, but I don't know if she can figure this all
out without a lab and support and all.
Max has a habit of
telling a bit more than perhaps I want to know, but she's lucky she can
just lose herself in revery. She gets this far away sound in her voice
and she just returns to pre-zom. Far be it for me to be the jackass to
drag her back to this hell hole. She must have been very much in love.
It's kind of refreshing, really.
We're starting to build up,
which is nice because our efforts can include some entertainment now,
rather than just survival. We have these two guys who do a sort of
radio show here at Abel. They yammer on and play some songs and banter.
They're not bad, really. It's a good model. It would have been nice
to have a station like that at Mullins.
Also, the major came
up with this redundancy program. It's a good idea, really. The runners
are helping the others to get fit and the engineers are helping the
rest of us to learn the practical aspects of what they do: fixing stuff,
calculating the force and trajectory necessary to propel a projectile
with lethal accuracy. You know. Basic stuff. Everyone seems to really
have embraced the plan. It wards off the boredom and anxiety of
waiting for the next attack, if nothing else.
Well, believe it or not, I have home work to do. I'm learning to do calculus. It's not as bad as I expected.
Runner Five out.
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