I have yet to understand how it happened. These were fourteen days of the one thing I will call for no other words but madness.
Every good researcher has nearly infinite supplies. But, there comes the day where infinite reaches finite, and more of the same becomes a necessity. So, what do I do? I put together the mad will to travel, as much Gorgonzola I can carry, recruited my new assistant, and I take my ship and a pair of proper…
I left the house a bit before midnight. I wanted to see the fireworks.
Walked towards a place where I knew a party was happening, but never got to get in. people still make me wary, especially after the charred corpses all over town. I find my seclusion safer. I don’t want to…Continue
I have requested for a new lab assistant, since none seem to last by me three days, and I produced some cactus for work. The whites of AGIS walls are blinding and I miss the Spacial Station laboratory where the hues of blue would be easier on the eyes. And I could program an old droid for assistant. At least they don't complain if I demand them to perform a task they consider unbecoming like clean the floor or a workstation. There is nothing unbecoming in cleaning. Quite the opposite. Humans…Continue